Halloween Special!

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The hunters were upon them, eyes set on eradication and the revered Snow Crystal. Already, they had proven themselves a match for the whole collection of monsters dwelling within the castle, and now they had them on the run. "Split up! Reconvene at the crystal's chamber!" commanded Dracula Uryu before the anemia dizzied him, leaving it up to the mummy… or pirate to lug him over his shoulder and dash him down a separate corridor.

"Dammit! How'd it end up like this?!" The reanimated powerhouse, Ichigo rushed down the hall with his thunderous footsteps. Including the rattling shackles, it was hard for him to make a discrete getaway. Speed was his only salvation for escape. Luckily, this patched-up body of his had stamina to burn. Breathing heavily seemed more of an instinct than a necessity now. He felt the tingle of electricity beneath his skin, whirring in his core and driving him to movement. As long as it held out!

A left, down a ways in this corridor, and then a right! Ichigo didn't have much to go on in ways of direction, but priority was escape. Escape, regroup, and then sneak to the Snow Crystal and finally end this bizarre dream! Only Inoue and Hinamori would be guarding the crystal, now that the monsters had scattered, and those two weren't exactly formidable opponents to a Frankenstein monster. He wouldn't feel good about it, but as soon as he got his hands on their treasure, the sooner none of this would exist.

A row of doors down this hall. Time to break off and hide. Third door on the left, he opened the rusty latch, pivoted in the room, and slammed it with a heavy CHNK! His body braced the portal in case his pursuers had gained on him, but no such luck; he was safe, and that was what mattered.

Exhaling, he dropped his head against the door and contemplated. "What do I do now?"

"We just wait."

The voice was a woman, but it still made Ichigo nearly jump out of his dead skin! He froze in the traditional, caught-off-guard defensive pose; left leg lifted, one arm up, one hand out. But there was no need for such an overreaction; not when the only other one in the room was Rangiku the witch, brandishing her childish wand and the usual twinkle in her eye.

"Ra-Rangiku-san?!" Ichigo slumped forward, gawking at her as if she were a mirage. "What are you doing here?"

She harrumphed and turned slightly, her high skirt shifting when her hips jutted at him. "What way is that to talk to a witch? They must've put a brain with no manners in that orange head of yours."

Well, Ichigo guessed he deserved that. Rangiku wasn't the easiest woman to talk to, after all. He cleared his throat, said sorry in a humbled voice, and then rephrased his question. "Why'd you follow me?" Surely she would've been more comfortable with her dog companion.

"Don't be ridiculous," she said, her mood shifting to happy as she waved off his question. "It makes sense to go with the strongest of the group, doesn't it?" She jabbed a finger towards him. "And that's you, Franken-Ichigo."

The name made his eyebrow twitch and his teeth grit. "Don't call me that. Just Ichigo."

"Aw? What's wrong with that, Franken-Ichigo?" She leaned forward, hands clasping her wand behind her and gravity threatening to give Ichigo more than just an eyeful. He turned away before any sinful thoughts could dissuade him from doing so. Why her? Of all people, why her?! The only matchup that could possibly be worse would be Yoruichi-san! Both buxom beauties knew how to play him and play him well. The mild glance alone, and he felt the whirring inside him increased. Best to just admit defeat, so Rangiku was given expressed permission to use that name. She giggled to herself, and then straightened; the security of her bodice wavered at her bust from the shift.

The monsters took a moment to look around the room, and it was nothing if not dreary. A torch on either side of the room, a chest of drawers, and… "A bed!" elated Rangiku, throwing her hands up and rushing to the cot. Ichigo frowned. Only she could think of sleeping with hunters on the prowl, but when she came up next to the mattress, her elation turned to disdain. The bed was dusty and the single sheet was torn, exposing the mound of hay within. Touching it with her hand alone made an uncomfortable crunch from the straw. She huffed and wound her arms together beneath her breasts. "Why would anyone want to sleep here?"

"I dunno," Ichigo dully played along, rubbing his neck. A lumpy and loud bed was the least of his problems; not when hunters were abound, and crystals that could change things back to normal were locked in a mazelike castle.

"Pipuru, Panpuru, Hainekkon!" A chant and a flourish of her wand, Rangiku touched the cot, and at once, accompanied with a few puffs of pink smoke and confetti and sparkles, a grand, brightly-out-of-place mattress materialized. As Ichigo blinked away his surprise, Rangiku sighed happily and fell across the bed.

The whirring happened again when he watched her. Rangiku was strewn lazily across the bed, yet she looked like she was modeling. Booted legs curling the soft sheets, the skirt just daring you to risk a peek, a bodice that hugged her heavy breasts snugly, and a natural come-hither-ness to her eyes as they gleamed from beneath the brim of her hat.

Ichigo would not dare to be tempted and forced himself to look elsewhere and consider the situation. He thusly decided to take a seat, his hammer set aside while his eyes focused on the cobblestone. Perhaps it was a good thing Rangiku-san made a bed, he considered, looking in her direction. She could fall asleep and then he could sneak off to find the Snow Crystal.

But then Rangiku sat up, looking over at him, a pensive look of disapproval on her face. She waited a moment until he, perplexed by her glance, asked what the matter was. "Are you just going to sit there all night?"

"Hm? What do you mean?"

Rangiku pushed out her bust, though it didn't seem like she meant to shock Ichigo – literally, as a few sparks spat from his bolts when he saw the twin hills straining against the strings of her corset. "Well, I thought you'd go out and make a mess of things. You've been acting so strangely. Hee-hee." She twirled a finger in the air at him. "You're strangely calm now, for a dumb monster Franken-Ichigo." She laughed as Ichigo, agitated, told her to shut up.

"But you're right," he gave her. The atmosphere took a somber tone for the moment as he reflected, "I shouldn't just hide. I need to get out there…" He got to his great feet, planted them, and lugged his hammer up to his shoulder. "And find that Snow Crystal!"

Rangiku watched him, and then sighed heavily. Everything was about that Snow Crystal. How boring, she thought. She'd defend it, sure, but having it brought up in all conversations of the night? It was less interesting than that, in her vain opinion. Now her only companion – by her own choosing – was planning to leave her, alone and bored all night so that he could either find the crystal or die against the hunters?

The hunters…

Let them wander long enough, and they'll get bored and leave. They were such slackers, thought the pot.

Ichigo made it to the door before ash and sprinkles and a charm made it to him, wrapping around him like tangible rope. "Hey!" He squirmed against the would-be ethereal puff, but even the strength bestowed by Doctor Karin-stein and Yuz-gor (…) was not a match for a witch's magic.

"You're leaving~?" Rangiku was using her pouting voice, her arsenal more resonating than Ichigo's shouts for release. He looked at her, and sure enough, more than cannons and missiles were pointed at him. His chest tightened when he saw Rangiku feigning defenselessness. She fanned herself against the oppression of desertion, though her other hand had started to pull at her bodice, letting her swollen flesh breathe, though the air was so very cold. Her corset dipped, and he saw more of her voluptuousness than he ever had dared to imagine before!

A man (according to anime law) would get a nosebleed, but Franken-Ichigo? His reaction was more… electrifying. (applause) He jabbered – Was that the crest of pink?! – as he tried to defend himself against the visual onslaught. But to effect that he did not understand, his pulse – non-existent to this point – spiked, and he was lost in an electric burst that surged outward. All the energy imbued within him discharged all at once, taking his life with it.

Rangiku didn't expect such a shocking applause reaction. She leapt to her feet, but could do nothing more than watch as Franken-Ichigo self-destructed. Eventually, however, the storm ended, and Ichigo was left frozen stiff; a charred image of a monster with only the whites of his eyes visible. He remained motionless, exhaled a black cloud of smoke, and then dropped like a plank backward. The body certainly was durable, and the stitch work more than credible, or he would've landed in pieces instead of resting in peace applause.

The smoldering body blocked the door, though Rangiku hadn't planned to leave. The phenomenon was too interesting to just ignore; also, her teammate was hurt! Or dead!... more dead.

Cautiously, as if expecting him to ignite the air with light again, Rangiku padded over to him, her boots clicking softly on the bricks beneath her feet. "Are you okay?" she asked, leaning forward to get a look at his face, but trailers of residual smoke still rose from his scorched torso.

She got closer and closer until she was standing over him. The whites of his eyes were showing, but when she tapped his chest, a plume of ashy smoke puffed up from his gaping mouth. Rangiku eyed him a little longer before groaning and falling into a squat, cheek in hand as she watched her passed-out partner. "Jeez, you are a handful. You come in late and complain about the Snow Crystal. Now, when I need you, you pass out from a little teasing. How boring." She sighed and looked off to the right. "Am I really going to be stuck here, alone all night, with no one else? Mm?"

Something surprising caught her eye at the last moment, before the enchanted bed could seem like the most exciting thing in the room. At first, her eyes reflected nothing but disbelief. Could this… possibly be…?!

Then the disbelief settled, and she smirked devilishly.

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Ichigo wasn't quite sure how long he'd been out, or even what had happened. What he knew was that he was upright, feeling stiff and drafty. He groaned and tilted his neck; it seemed to be the only part of him still mobile. "Wha…?" The electricity that charged him and supported his function was steadily growing, and he could feel and see better the more the charge increased.

"Oh? Awake? It hasn't been too long."

"R-Rangiku-san?" Ichigo winced and looked ahead of him. A white blotch – the bed – and a black, orange and peach silhouette – Rangiku – came into focus. He was in front of her; her sitting on the edge of the bed, and him – in his humble opinion – inappropriately situated in front of her. A man should not be so near a woman sitting, especially in the front. It was too…

Wait… What was that… stretching out, pointing at Rangiku?

If there was any color to his face, it would have drained when Ichigo's full functions returned. "What the hell is this?!" It was his cock, of course, proudly rigid and pointing right at Rangiku.

"Don't you know?" laughed Rangiku, not at all bothered by the phallus directed at her face. She sat so casually, legs crossed primly while her hands balanced her.

Ichigo was more a ghost than a hulking monster, rattling as he gawked. Initially, he'd thought his frozenness was a result of shock, but he pooled his willpower to try to spin away and return the beast back to its cage. His muscles responded, but he did not move. Was this… the Hainekkon, floating around him, catching his movements and rejecting them?! No mistaking the mixture of sparkles and ash swirling softly around him.

Obviously the witch had been up to no good, and he assumed that she had this planned from the start. Even if not, she now had it play out this way, because there was no other possible reason for his thing to be out.

And that was the next issue to address. He was HUGE! When did he grow such a package, when last he saw in his living body, he was modest about a close-to-seven-inches dick. This… This! This must've been nine inches. If he returned like this, how would he be able to hide it away in his drawers full of skinny jeans?! A result of the life-restoration process, or – based on the stitching – had he been modified?

By Karin-stein and Yuz-gor? A darker place than he wished to go. No, focus on now: what he was doing 'out', and how did he wind up in front of Rangiku? Smartly, though it made his teeth clench and his soul shiver, he knew Rangiku was the single answer to it all.

There was no shyness or curiosity to her when her hand came up and used a fingertip to probe the underside of his enlarged erection. She bobbed it like she was testing the weight; heavier than average, wagging up and down like a sideways metronome before stilling. She giggled while Ichigo reacted in Ichigo fashion: loud and awkward.

"I've wondered before," she admitted easily, curling her manicured digits around his girth. Her smirk deepened before she added, "I'm not disappointed." Handling this turgid thing was like handling a joystick to Ichigo's face; tug it this way and his winced, tug it that was and he gasped, jerk it a few times and he did a variety of combinations.

"Ra-Rangiku-san! Lemme…! Let me go!" He pulled against Hainekkon again, a fruitless endeavor against a powerful enchantment.

Rangiku whined, now tapping lightly on the tip. "Let you go? But you want to leave me." She then did the impossible and made Frankenstein's monster blush; all it took was a cheeky nuzzle that put some of his beading goo across her lovely skin. "Would you do that?" Her most seductive tone; if not a witch, then a siren! Ichigo's non-beating heart thumped in his chest, echoed in his ears.

"I… have to find… ugn! The Snow Crystal!" he exclaimed, leaning back as much as he was able, fighting her powers with brute strength and all but failing.

A strong will, Rangiku mused with an unworried giggle; without it, it'd be no fun. She said nothing more to convince him. It'd just be easier to show him just what he'd be missing if she had let him go. And what he'd miss were her luscious lips, glossy and naturally pouty, descending around his long extension. A good thing his jaw was stitched on correctly, or it'd fall off when he gawked. The unneeded panting reoccurred as Rangiku went about sucking and licking on him with the effort of consuming a popsicle.

"You can't…!" Ichigo tried to refuse, though he was ignored… and it was hard to complete a sentence while watching Rangiku work him against her cheek. She turned her head somewhat, seeming hardly distracted as she sucked on him, rubbing his cock between the inside of her cheek and the smooth ridges of her teeth. She tilted her head sideways and let Ichigo see how his tip distended her cheek. Her lewdness threatened to overload Ichigo's spectrum again.

With a loud, wet POP!, Rangiku took the cock from her mouth, hummed in approval while licking her moistened lips, and winked up at Ichigo. "If you stay," she purred, sweetening the already-sugary arrangement with a simple tug of thread that loosened her bodice, and like a blossoming rose, split open until her heavy jugs spilled out. Pink circles, hard nubs! Ichigo was terrified that he might lose control. His cock tightened as the electric whirl intensified. Was it possible to pop a stitch from getting too hard?

As if tits out and the promise of a blowjob needed extra, Rangiku leaned and drew up one leg to show off just how high up her little skirt could ride. That little strip of pumpkin-orange; could that line really be considered underwear?! "Maybe we can play~"

Ichigo was teetering on the fence, but she could see that the tilt was getting closer and closer to her side. Any man should've crumbled already; Franken-Ichigo didn't have the right sense, but she was not at all surprised when he gave out a defeated sigh, dropping his head. "Can… Can I stay?" he inevitably conceded, harboring now the intent of debauchery.

"Wonderful!" the witch cheered, clapping her hands together in front of her naked breast. "I'm so glad you want to stay! Just please…" She swept her hand out in front of her, dismissing the spell keeping Ichigo chained. "Be gentle."

But Ichigo did not make any such promise. Arms free, the monster joined her on the luxurious bed, causing it to shake from his excessive weight. Rangiku scooted to make room, but there was no need, as Ichigo swept her up, proving his enhanced strength to her as he instantly pinned her beneath him. Unrestrained, her huge tits flopped and rolled like the ocean tide. "Franken-Ichi…! Guh!" It was rare for her to be caught off guard, particularly by Ichigo, but he managed it, sliding his tongue into her mouth, filling her oral cavity with his eager tongue, not actually kissing her as their tongues tangled. Caught off guard, but Rangiku wasn't one to sit idle; she gave back all that was given and then some, gripping the cock hanging between them, stroking him and leading him to the silk hiding her tasty quim from him.

That proved to be a mistake on her part, for the moment his tip rubbed against the damp area at her crotch, Ichigo's starved loins heaved towards the cleft of delightful satisfaction. Once more, Rangiku was overcome by Ichigo's zeal. "Wait a minute!" She shoved at his broad, patched torso, but it was too late to even stall him, for his weight, power and dull-witted impatience had him packing up against her thong. Harder and harder he pressed, his growl muffled against the crook of her neck as he tried to pry into her. "Wait!" she cried again, but it was too late; shielding the tip of his cock, her thong's crotch dipped into her snatch before its elasticity gave out and resisted further entry.

Ichigo would have none of this. True to the origin of his creation, he seized Rangiku's panties and yanked at them, pulling upward to tear them from her body, but not before severely flossing her cracks and making her squeal. Useless now, her torn thong flung to the floor.

"Do you think it's easy to get those?" Rangiku snapped sharply. The issue of the underwear, however, was irrelevant; to Ichigo because he wanted something else, and to Rangiku because, in truth, she had conjured those panties from thin air.

Once more, Ichigo tackled her to the pillow, weighing her down, but this time, he hovered above her, staring down at what his hand was doing. No foreplay needed, Rangiku agreed, as he had already had some prepping done, and she wasn't immune to her own ministrations. She widened the gap for him, and he threw himself forward like a parched man into a desert oasis.

Their cry harmonized. Ichigo buckled Rangiku's wrists to the mattress like the shackles upon his own, his back arching as he robbed Rangiku's celibacy of its tightness. He burrowed deep, his size provided ease only due to her own juicy arousal, but he came up short of his full nine inches; he was not about to attempt to spear through her cervix, after all.

But they were both suited just fine where he had wound up. Not taking a moment for a breather, the monster began the metronomic routine of bashing their genders together in a wet fit. Rangiku's tits ricocheted with each one of his hammering thrusts, tossing up and falling back down until one of her arm crossed underneath them, restricting their movement to dull, manageable wobbles. And each time he drove in, she braced against the hurt that came from his tip thudding against her cervical wall. With the cock in action, she had to wonder why the improvements were needed! He contained himself well for a beginner, but there were still those pummeling mishaps.

Variety turned out to be a big advantage for the witch. Hooking her legs around his waist when he had set on a comfortable, shallow rhythm wound up with her ankles at his ears; when this position became too dangerous – the assault on her womb's door more frequent – Ichigo sat back and held her boots, now driving only with the maneuver of his hips. Like this, Rangiku could watch him, panting all the while with a finger cutely lying underneath her bottom lip. The bed, reinforced by her magic, still creaked under Ichigo's rhythm, warning that its stability was not meant to stand up against to the power of a monster. Never minding that, Rangiku was more than willing to flip over for the abstract of man, shoving her plump ass back at him as far as she would dare. He held onto her shoulders for this position… Well, he held on for a little while, but the sway beneath her had to be given attention, so while one hand held her shoulder for control, the other manipulated her hanging breasts, heading alternatively to either nipple, pinching and plucking and playing the whole time.

"Rangiku-san!" he breathed in a voice heavy with lust and restraint. "It's… incredible!" He palmed the entirety of the breast he currently fondled.

Rangiku had to agree, her mouth making an O with slight, distinctive curves at its sides, showing off her rapture at breaking the boredom of solidarity.

Speaking of breaking…

The legs met their limit, and both witch and monster fell forward with the mattress. Ichigo caught himself at the last second, exhaling heavily to have kept his cock from stabbing the woman too deep. Considering the situation, albeit reluctant to do so, he extracted himself, his tip making a satisfyingly-audible exit from her dripping and now-gaping cunt. "Are you alright, Rangiku-san?" he asked composedly.

"Grr! Is this thing broken?!" Rangiku sat up with a huff and smacked her heart-wand into her palm, stirring a few bursts of sparkles. Quietly, Ichigo asked if such a tool should be handled like that. "It's fine," she disregarded his concern, and then tossed the misbehaving Hainekkon haphazardly across the room. "But now what do we do?"

Ichigo held his tongue, though it was tempting to suggest that he'd no trouble continuing on a flat bed. True, the erotic vibrations would be dulled without the accompanying rock of a base, but he'd enjoy the creak of the springs within just as well.

Before the fear that the mood had gone could make him speak his mind, Rangiku happened upon a bewitching solution! "Ah-ha!" She moved swiftly, Ichigo's eyes unable to decide to watch her skirt bounce over her naked ass or to see the movement of her breasts from behind. She grabbed what she was looking for and held it up in triumph.

"… Your broom?" Ichigo's head cocked to the side. How was a broom any substitute for a bed?

"Jeez, you use your imagination, of course!" Rangiku spun her back to him and jutted out her ass. He saw very clearly the course of her liquid arousal running down, dispersing his earlier fear. In front of her, she spun the broom around, activating its magic to hover firmly, and then leaned across it as it sat horizontally in the air. Those massive tits of her rested over the handle neatly. Now all that was needed was to test just how stable her magic made the gravity-suspended broom. "Hurry, now," she called back over her shoulder, and then smirked. "I know that's not your strength."

Let her jibe, Ichigo decided with a snort, standing up and ambling forward with his rigid cock taking the lead. He'd have her swallowing her words soon. He planted a hand on her backside and spread, showing off her tiny, little hole as clearly as her short-haired pussy. A wickedness inside him insisted that he widen that tiny, little hole to suit him, but he quelled that instinct and aimed appropriately.

"Ah~! So deep!" Rangiku slurred as droning Ichigo filled her to the brim once more. Standing was his advantage, it turned out; no need to check his weight and fear smothering her. His hands were in total control; strong hands who saw her weight equivalent to nothing more than a feather. She made husky grunts, low-pitched groans as the Frankenstein monster took her. His hands, unlike before, seized her lower parts this time around; waist first, then a curious rubbing at her pubic hair and defining the nestled nub as her greatest source of stimulation income, and ultimately her behind, shamelessly opening her up so view both of her sacred holes, one already being so defiled by the monster cock.

Rangiku turned until she was bracing on only one arm on her broomstick; it was time to show off her flexibility, and she did so fantastically! Her leg lifted off the floor until she rested the heel of her boot on his shoulder. He hugged the pleasantly thick thigh, using it for leverage as her pussy continued to shift from the variety of positions she shared with him.

He took her standing a while longer, the access to her tits easiest when he didn't need to bear her inconsequential weight. But the sexual adventure led them to try the broom's limits a bit harder with Rangiku leaning back on it with her elbows while Ichigo hooked her legs over his arms. The broom stayed, hardly wavering an inch as its mistress was given the fuck of her life! True enough, she'd already splashed the stones beneath them with proof of his success several times; only once had Ichigo taken pause during one such geyser, and only to thumb her clitoris to see just how long she could keep screaming throughout her climax.

Ichigo, comparing to his 'past life', was ultimately astonished by his own resilience! In his human form – his true form – masturbation took less than the span of a quick, amateur video on PornHub. Here, he was experiencing pleasures like never before, yet still went strong as he and Rangiku got kinkier with the afforded positions of a levitating object. Hands and ankles caught on the stick, Rangiku's dangling body was free for him to swing back and forth. She'd since gotten used to his bulk and length, now feeling naught but the ecstasy of being fucked by the monster. Thank goodness he retained his senses; a brainless brute would've been far less compatible with her comfort.

At long last, while taking her in this swinging position, Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut, a dragging moan rising to a mighty yell that resonated within the hollow room, trembling Rangiku to the core and igniting just one more orgasm as he poured over into her. Impotent seed surged through the portal and flooded Rangiku's womb. She stared down, gasping as she watched white, sticky streamers squirt outward from her stuffed gash. Dropping from her broomstick, she wrapped her limbs around her monster lover, screaming and creaming while he finished spreading his release within her.

He felt that he could drop, but that remarkable strength of his refused to let him yield. He merely dipped, supporting the clinging woman with the help of his legs, and wheezed briefly. He should have started to deflate, but the rigor mortis retained his unyielding size. "D-dammit," he swore softly. Rangiku was wheezing against his shoulder, recovering herself from her uterus' pummeling, but he hadn't been sated. Again, he cursed at himself before he began to move her on him again, churning his load and prepping to add another. Rangiku, of course, gasped and asked in disbelief, "More?!"

Ichigo was preparing to toss her on the bed, fuck her as he had originally intended. She had been the instigator, of course; this was her fault! She had to assume responsibility.

He was preparing to, but the chamber door suddenly burst open, and a dash of light raced to him with a familiar, "Fool!" Dick still planted in Rangiku's white-filled cunt, Ichigo came face-to-face with tiny succubus Rukia.

"Ru-Rukia?!"

JAB! He screamed out in pain as the pitchfork stuck the tip of his nose. "Fool," she reiterated. "You don't have any more time!"

"Time?" Rubbing his nose, Ichigo quirked an eyebrow at the succubus. His hand went down, grabbing Rangiku's backside; he wasn't done with her. "What are you talking about?"

"It's almost midnight!" The pitchfork waved, and in a drizzle of light, Ichigo was shown a brief glimpse of images: Halibel with a bass guitar and wings coming out of the small of her back, Riruka in bloody bandages, Yoruichi carrying a scythe and Soifon dressed as a cat. There were others, but he hadn't the chance to account for them. "You'll have to wait until next Halloween to finish your journey!"

"Finish my journey?! What the hell are you…?!" A sudden envelopment of golden light erupted around the Frankenstein monster, stimulating him and making him shout out. "Dammit! This again?! Is it a dream?! Whose this time?! Dammit!"

Not answering his question, Rukia turned her back to him and pushed her butt out at him, letting his last image be of her costume following the deep curve of her ass. She smirked over her shoulder at him, and said, "See you next year."

No one woke up… Ichigo was simply suspended in the light until it was time for the monster to be re-summoned, for the bewitching hour to return on All Hallows' Eve.

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