A/N:I've been on this site for a few years now, originally coming out with Bleach content and now I'm all over the place with content. One of the few things I've come to learn on this site is that you can become get to know other authors on this site. I've especially grown to like Whackybiscuit's content as it is indeed whacky. He writes really great stuff but specializes in Bleach. Want a lemon with BG9 and Orihime? He's got that covered. A story with Halibel and Yoruichi fusing into one? He's got that covered as well. Want a story with Ichigo and Unohana falling in love? Guess who's got it? Whacky's got it. So go check out his content!

Disclaimer:I do not own BLEACH or any of its characters.

Warnings: OOC

"I don't know about this..." - Regular Speech

'I need to get back!' - Regular Thought

"Ora Ora Ora Ora Ora!" - Attack

"The Northern Fortress, Monday 2:36 p.m." - Place Setting

Vizard Warehouse, Sunday 8:44 p.m.

"I'm so freakin' tired of this shit! I've been training for almost thirteen hours straight!" Ichigo Kurosaki yelled to the Vizards on the second floor of their abandoned building.

Shinji and the rest of his little coven just waved him off, not really listening to his complaining.

"Sorry Ichigo, but you still haven't reached four thousand pushups yet." Shinji Hirako sighed, leaning back against that ragged old couch. He had his feet kicked up on a box and his arms behind his head, giving off the impression that he was not actually counting for Ichigo.

Neither was Hiyori Sarugaki, the resident loli with anger issues. "You gotta keep trainin' baldy! You ain't gonna get anywhere with your mask if you don't improve you body, idiot!" The small blonde yelled, taking off her sandal and ready to throw it at his head.

Ichigo got off of the ground and brushed himself off. "You assholes! I've already gotten up to six seconds! What more do you want from me?" He asked them.

"Perfection?" Love Aikawa answered sarcastically. "We all have ours above a couple of minutes."

"Because you guys had centuries to train and hone your powers! I'm only a teenager!" Ichigo defended himself.

Lisa Yadomaru scoffed at that as she flipped through her erotic magazine. "A teenager who regularly fights with spirits and other shit from the dead. Honestly, it doesn't sound like that bad of a manga idea."

"Yeah, I kinda like the sound of that idea." Love smirked and adjusted his shades. "We could make billions off of it."

"Can I be labeled as a producer?" Rose Otoribashi asked. "I think I could contribute to the soundtrack should there ever be an anime made."

"We're gonna be loaded with cash." Love said.

Ichigo looked like he was about to burst a blood vessel in his face from how angry he was getting. "Now you guys aren't even paying attention to me!" He shouted at them, causing them to look back down at him as he got up and began to walk away. "Screw you guys, I'm going home!"

"What? You can't go anywhere yet, you still have training to do!" Hiyori shouted, preparing to launch her sandal at him.

"It's a school night! I have to go to school tomorrow!" Ichigo shouted out as put his jacket on.

Hiyori was flabbergasted. "What the hell is school?" She asked, turning around to look at the other Vizards for answers to which they all shrugged except for Shinji.

"This isn't good." Shinji yawned as he stood up and stretched. "We need him to train a whole lot harder before the end of the month." He said.

"Well you better go after him." Kensei Muguruma grunted as he and Mashiro returned from the kitchen.

Mashiro, upon hearing the prospect of a chase, which meant going outside of the old warehouse, jumped for joy.

"I'll go get Berry-tan~" Mashiro sang as she dropped the plates she was holding and stood in front of their de facto leader. "Let me go get him, Shinji! Let me! Let me! Let me! Let me!" She bounced up and down on the balls of her feet in excitement.

"You better let her go Shinji, she won't stop until you concede." Rose sighed.

Lisa nodded at that. "Please just let her go if just to shut her up." The dark-haired woman agreed with the blonde.

Shinji rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't see any problem with it, do you Kensei?" Shinji looked at the gray-haired man.

"Not my problem." Kensei grunted as he made to sit down on the old couch.

Seeing no problem in it, Shinji shrugs his shoulders and nods his head. "Alright Mashiro, go track him down and get him back here." Shinji ordered.

"Yes sir!" Mashiro saluted him. "'Operation: Get Berry-tan Back' is a go!" The green-haired woman announced before Shunpoing out of the old warehouse.

Lisa pushed up her glasses and sighed. "Why do I feel like we just did something horrible?" She asked to no one in particular.

Everyone else in the room seemingly agreed with Lisa and nodded.

With Ichigo

"Freakin' bullshit man…" Ichigo grunted as he kicked a random trashcan to the side and walked down the street. "What do they expect from me? I think I'm progressing at a pretty good pace!" He kept telling himself, trying to get his mind off the rigorous and completely useless training that they tried to make him go through.

When Rukia was around, he just did something, and she would correct him if he was wrong. With Urahara it was either dodge, duck, dip, dive, or dodge again and learn as he went. Yoruichi… Yoruichi's training was a very different story and he would prefer not to think about it until he was home alone or was in the shower.

But this was just straight up stupid and boring! Ichigo knew he sounded like a kid when using those adjectives to describe how their training was for him but it was honestly the most accurate description.

"Hey Berry-tan! Come back!" He turned around as he heard a distant shout from behind echo down the empty alleyway. Ichigo saw the only person with a hair color more bizarre than his own come bolting towards him at lightspeed.

"Mashiro?!" Ichigo asked as he started to step back, afraid that he might run into her. If only poor Ichi knew that this was just the beginning of hot green-haired women bolting into him when he least expected it. "S-Slow down! You're gonna hurt both of us!" Ichigo warned, holding his hands out in front of him to try and halt her speedy pursuit.

However, with surprising skill, Mashiro managed to halt right in her tracks just an inch away from him. "Berry-tan!" Mashiro smiled as she addressed him for the hundredth time with that horrible nickname she gave him upon first meeting him. "Come back!" The green-haired woman commanded him.

Ichigo gave her an odd look, really asking himself if he was to take her request seriously. She was joking, right? He just said that he was going home because he had school tomorrow. Sure, he had to save the world as he knew it but he couldn't just abandon his responsibilities. He had to have a life outside of being a Shinigami, unless he was wrong in assuming the Soul Society would not pay his bills.

"Uhhh… no?" Ichigo said before swiftly turning around and walking down the alley, not bothering to give her any more attention.

Mashiro pouted her lips and puffed out her cheeks. "Looks like we gotta do this the hard way…" She told him before crossing her arms and walking behind him.

"The hard way?" Ichigo raised an eyebrow in question and felt her invading more of his personal space. "What the hell is the- hey! What the hell are you doing Mashiro?" The orange-haired teen began to shout as she placed both hands on his broad back and began to push him in the direction she wanted him to go, which was towards an empty lot.

"I told you, if you don't want to come back with me, we're going to have to do it the hard way, Berry-tan!" Mashiro told him before forcibly turning him around and pressing his back against the stone wall behind him.

"Ow! Mashiro!" Ichigo groaned, rubbing the back of his head which had hit the hard stone. He did not know why she was being so pushy all of a sudden, but he felt his heart drop when the stunning but loopy green-haired woman dropped down to a crouching position. "What the hell are you doing down there? Stand up!"

Mashiro did not pay him any mind and just kept on her personal mission to "persuade" him to come back to the warehouse. She could have probably fought him had it been any other circumstance, but she needed to stay undercover since the Soul Society would be hot on her heels if they picked up any trace of her Reiatsu. Besides, she did find that this method always seemed to calm down Kensei and get him to do whatever she wanted.

"Just relax Berry-tan, just relax." Mashiro smiled as she began to fiddle with his belt buckle and take off his pants.

Ichigo's face flushed as soon as he realized what Mashiro was planning to do to him right here in an open, empty lot with nothing to hide them! "No! Stop that! Get off of your knees!" Ichigo began to shout and try to push her off of him.

The green-haired Vizard did not listen to him and pulled down his school pants, as well as his boxer briefs. Because Mashiro was quite an attractive woman and Ichigo was a teenage boy, she was greeted with a swift thwack! across her face as Ichigo's member was unleashed and began to fill with blood.

"Wow Berry-tan!" Mashiro licked her lips and marveled at the sheer size of the Substitute Shinigami's cock. To further entice the beauty, Ichigo's tip leaked with a steady trickle of precum, oozing down to the cold cement underneath their feet.

Ichigo's face could not possibly get any redder than it already was. This was the first time he was ever exposed to someone, not even a family member has seen him in the buff. Well, Yoruichi has seen him but that was something else entirely.

Being the straightforward gal she was, Mashiro lifted her right hand up and tried her best to wrap it around his sturdy base which proved to be a near impossible task considering how girthy his cock was. Her hazel eyes traveled down his length and admired each and every vein that bulged against his skin, telling her just how powerful it was.

The poor boy nearly hunched over and toppled her when she began to stroke it, rubbing her soft hand back and forth on his sturdy length. "Wow Berry-tan, your cock is pretty big and fat. I bet it'd hurt a regular human girl." Mashiro noted aloud.

"S-Shut up!" Ichigo yelped out, not wanting to be any more embarrassed by the woman down below him. "J-Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" He asked.

"Convincing you to come back, silly!" Mashiro said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Is this the first time any girl has touched you, Berry-tan?" She asked in a teasing manner.

Ichigo looked away and avoided eye contact. "I'd prefer not to answer that question." He said with steam rising off of his head and face.

Mashiro giggled as she leaned closer until his bulbous head was only a lip's touch away from her plump lips. "I know just the thing to cheer you up, Berry-tan. Mashiro's Super Suction, activate!" Mashiro called upon her powers before laying a fat, wet kiss on his red tip.

"Uhh." Ichigo grunted as he felt her super soft lips on his head and the warmth of her mouth spreading over the first inch or so of his cock. He had never felt something so warm and cozy as Mashiro's hot mouth moving over his dick. She closed her eyes and began to hum, almost as if this was no big deal to her. It was like this was something she was accustomed to doing so she had no problem doing it.

Getting his first two inches wet and gathering enough data by running her now wet lips and tongue all along the head, her cheeks sunk in as she began to suck. Ichigo's face scrunched up in pleasure as she sucked on his member.

"Argh." Ichigo groaned. "Fucking hell Mashiro…" Ichigo's blush deepened significantly as she serviced him with her skilled mouth. The combination of her tongue, lips, and suction proved to be a skilled weapon in her arsenal that could render any man helpless.

Suddenly, the green-haired woman pulled back with an audible pop! and his cock bobbed up and down from the action. She kept her right hand holding his loaded member but did not stroke it.

"Mmm Berry-tan, you've got an interesting taste!" The loopy gal told him with a smile too innocent for someone with a mouth that could classify as a weapon of mass destruction.

Ichigo looked down at her in disbelief. "I've been working out all day! All you taste was sweat!" The orange-haired delinquent said.

The woman before him just shrugged. "I like it when there's a little salt." Mashiro retorted, not bothered by what he said. Now, before he could form a rebuttal, she went back to take his cock into her mouth.

Ichigo visibly shook when she used that expert mouth of hers to massage his throbbing cock. Those plump, succulent lips wrapped around his shaft in a tight seal and her tongue teased every one of his bulging veins. She was simply too good for him!

Her other hand, which had rested dormant on one of her knees, reached up to gently cup his hanging balls and teased the two testicles with her slim fingers. Mashiro gently pulled and toyed with the wrinkled sack and found that Ichigo gave off soft coos and whimpers when she teased it.

Now Mashiro was past his fourth inch and closing in on the fifth, but that was about as far as she would go. She saw no special reason for her to try and take in the remaining two inches. Ichigo would not get to deepthroat this slutty, perky Vizard.

She handled him with such surprising care, treating his spit-covered member as if it was some rare delicacy that she could only savor. Her tongue seemed to know just where to tease and prod to get the most out of his enjoyment. Ichigo could only guess that this was some experience that someone could only obtain after a few centuries of living.

Mashiro pulled back once again but kept his cock's head still in her mouth. Gently and smoothly, Mashiro began to move her head back and forth, sliding her head around his cock as opposed to the other way around. Her short locks swished back and forth, and her eyes were closed. She looked at peace with this and it only made his cock throb harder and his balls swell in her grasp.

Loud, lewd sounds echoed through the small area that they were in. The salacious tune of her moaning combined with his grunting came together to form a perverse symphony. The wet sounds of her sucking his dick also made Ichigo that much closer to his climax that was fast approaching.

"Mashiro…" Ichigo moaned out her name as his fingers found their home on top of her head, intertwined with her vibrant green locks. "I-I'm cumming!" He told her.

Mashiro internally smirked when she heard this and pulled her mouth off, but made up for the lack of her wet orifice with the quick replacement of her right hand. With much skill and expertise, Mashiro moved her gloved hand back and forth on his hot dick, massaging it with ease thanks to her spit and his letting of precum that flowed from his opening slit.

"I want you to cum on my face, Berry-tan." Mashiro purred out as she lowered her head until she was directly beneath his fleshy obelisk. "I want to know if these big balls of yours are just for show or not." Her perverse, teasing smile was something that he would never expect from the real Mashiro. Perhaps she was this lewd because of her inner Hollow?

Moving towards his pelvis, Mashiro lightly kissed his hanging sack and began to dote on it, showering the wrinkly flesh with kisses and adoration. Her smooth, swollen lips easily encompassed his stirring testicles, already thanking them for the bountiful load they were sure to produce.

Oh Mashiro just could not wait until he dispensed his hot, sticky load onto her. She'd relish it and bathe in it if she could. She'd rub it into her skin and reap the benefits of it's protein. Maybe she would even taste it.

Ichigo's knees wobbled and his stomach felt like it was below his belt. Indeed, he was going to give her that big load of spunk that she so desired. Mashiro did earn a nice facial for her efforts.

"M-Mashiro!" Ichigo grunted as his balls, which were currently being suckled upon by the woman before him, throbbed violently in her mouth, telling her that he was climaxing.

With great haste, Mashiro pulled back and closed her eyes with a smile, feeling hot, sticky strings of his semen rain down on her face while her hands expertly jerked his shooting member. She felt a few strands go up into her hair before catching her eye sockets and the bridge of her nose, finally dying down with a few drops on her lips and chin.

"Oh Berry-tan…" Mashiro giggled cutely as she wiped the pearly white cum from her eyelids before opening her hazel eyes. "You really do make a mess! Didn't anyone ever teach you to not ruin a lady's face?" She teased, fully knowing that a messy face was what she was wanting ever since she dropped down to a crouch before him.

Ichigo just panted, not really finding the need nor want to argue with her after such a heated orgasm, especially one that was done such a long time after his most recent masturbation session.

Mashiro hopped up to her feet and bounced around, just like her old self. "Well Berry-tan, that's all you'll be gettin' right now!" Mashiro giggled, still not having removed his sticky explosion from her face and instead choosing to wear it as a trophy.

"Wha-What?" Ichigo asked, pushing off the hard wall. He didn't want to admit it out loud, but he really was hoping this could go further. "What do you mean by that?"

She wiggled her eyebrows at him. "If you want to get more of it, you have to come back to the warehouse and train some more." She told him.

Ichigo did not look happy. "Really? You're really gonna hold this over my head?" The orange-haired teen asked.

"Yup!" Mashiro said. "Come back and train, and I'll reward you later with a special surprise. That's the deal." Mashiro explained.

'Am I really going to degrade myself by crawling back there just for sex with this weird girl?' Ichigo asked himself before looking at Mashiro who was giving him a lewd gaze before licking her lips suggestively. 'Oh fuck it…'

"I'm in." Ichigo agreed. "But wipe your face off before we go back in, I don't want them to know about this deal."

Mashiro giggled before hanging on his arm. "Roger that!" The loopy woman said. She knew this was going to be a fun evening. "After you're done with the training for the day, go to the showers, I'll be waiting."

Ichigo nodded.

Warehouse Showers, Sunday 10:51 p.m.

"… one thousand and five hundred… huh… done…" Ichigo panted as he pushed himself off of the cold hard ground. As far as he was concerned, the prospect of what was to come in the shower gave him extra strength and vitality to get up there, Hiyori and Shinji be damned.

Shinji gave Ichigo his widespread grin. "Thatta boy Ichigo, I'm glad you changed your mind and came back to train. Had to admit though, I was a bit put off that you preferred going to school as opposed to hanging out with us." The blonde said.

Ichigo just walked past the former captain. "Yeah yeah, that's nice and all but where are your showers?" Ichigo abruptly asked, already taking his shirt off that was drenched in his sweat.

Lisa pushed up her glasses and gave him a smirk that told him that she knew exactly why he was in such a rush to get to the showers. "Up the stairs, turn left, and then down the hall." The smut reader told him.

"Thanks." Ichigo nodded before walking off, not saying another word to the group of exiled Shinigami.

"What a weird guy…" Shinji scratched the back of his head.

Hiyori huffed and crossed her arms. "Even more of a Baldy than you are."

Upstairs, Ichigo was walking down the hallway at a brisk pace. With his shirt over his shoulder, he was busy undoing his belt. Already he could hear the shower going, meaning Mashiro was already in there waiting for him to give her some dick, something we was almost too happy to provide.

Now standing in front of the bathroom, Ichigo stripped himself down and placed his clothes in the hamper right at the door. He walked in and silently thanked the Vizards for having a sense of cleanliness. But the state of the bathroom was of no importance, it was the shower that had steam oozing from above the glass stall and clouded in it that was his point of focus.

Ichigo swore he never gripped a door handle as hard as he did the glass door to step into that shower. "Mashiro?" He called out, stepping into the shower stall. When he didn't receive an answer, he attempted to back out of the shower until he felt a smaller body press into his back.

"You ready, Berry-tan?" Mashiro giggled into his ear, her voice coming through as a low purr. She pushed him back into the shower and closed the door behind her.

For the second time that day, Ichigo felt his back press into a cold wall behind him but this time Mashiro was attacking his lips with her own, hungrily making out with him. This was the first make-out session Ichigo has ever been in but he could tell that Mashiro was ferocious and knew what she was doing.

He felt her move her long, powerful legs up and wrapped her left leg around his waist and followed with the other one when she felt that she would be secured. His erect cock that was brimming with his precum was trapped between his stomach and her snatch, being washed in both the water from the showerhead and her juices that streamed from her flower.

"You can put it in me now, Berry-tan." Mashiro gave him permission to insert his meat rod into her, ridding himself of his darn virginity and proceed to fuck her silly.

Reaching down, Ichigo grabbed hold of his stiff erection and aimed it up, pressing into the first hole he came into contact with, in this case the first hole being her unused backdoor.

"Oh my!" Mashiro cried out in shock and pain when Ichigo's thick cock plugged her asshole and filled it in with his first two inches.

"Ahhh…" Ichigo's head leaned into the crook of her neck and his mouth fell open. "I never knew a pussy would feel like this…" The orange-haired teen smiled dumbly as he began to slowly try and push more of his raging boner into her tight cock-sleeve.

"Because that's not a pussy- nrgh! That's… That's my ass!" Mashiro whined as she felt him push even harder into her, even grabbing onto her and trying to force her down on his meat staff. Because of the shape of his dick, she was stretched even wider when she was reaching mid-shaft. It felt like she was being torn open!

However, despite the excruciating pain, she couldn't find the willpower to tell him no. Even though it was so painful, she also never felt so filled. Anal sex was giving her a feeling she had never experienced before. It was even better than a harsh, messy facefuck.

"You're so tight!" Ichigo bit his bottom lip and wrapped his arms around her small midsection, hugging his face into her perky breasts. He wasn't even fully sheathed in her asshole but that did not stop him from pistoning in and out of her tight hole. His thrusts were quick and sharp, ramming into her with such force that caused her big ass to wobble and clap against his thighs.

"Ooooohhhh! Ichigoooo!" Mashiro screamed out, not even bothering to try and call him by his nickname. How could she tease him when he was busy trying to forcibly fuck his entire thick cock up her ass.

Mashiro's eyes were squeezed shut and her jaw was hanging. Tears from both pleasure and pain were running down her rosy cheeks and she had the most absurd expression on her face as her tongue lolled out. Mashiro was in full on ahegao and he wasn't even six inches into tight anus!

Since he began drilling her asshole, Mashiro had no stopped climaxing. It was just one after another. The spritely young woman never imagined having a deep, hard anal fucking would be as pleasurable as it was.

The sound of the water hitting the tiles could not drown out the sounds of their flesh slapping against each other and her passionate screams and moans. No doubt the other Vizards could hear their rough fucking.

Ichigo's fingers dug into the skin on her back and his mouth was pressed against the tender flesh between her neck and shoulder. "Mmmmhm mmm." He moaned into her body, sending chills down her spine. He could feel her slutty pussy explode against his abdomen and give his pelvis her own shower with the fluids straight from her womanhood. Her soft, messy lips tickled his skin as she rubbed on him more.

His cock would not go any further into her. Either he was too thick or she was just too small. Despite this, it did not keep him from experiencing the raw pleasure of anal sex. Her asshole squeezed his cock in a death grip and warmed him to the core.

"Fuck me! Fuuuuuck me!" Mashiro chanted out to him, wishing to receive his full passion. She was doing such a favor as letting him ream her tight, never before used, asshole. So, the least he could do was drill into her with all the power he had at his disposal to leave her in a writhing, blabbering mess. "Fuck me in the ass!"

Ichigo heard her loud and clear. She wanted all he had to offer. In a quick and fluid movement, Ichigo reversed their positions and but her back against the wall and moved his hands from her back down to her full, meaty ass that jiggled as he fucked her. His fingers dug into the doughy, malleable meat and squeezed, using it as a handle of sorts to fuck her even deeper.

Mashiro really appreciated his quick and sharp thrusts. They were short but held tremendous power, like Gin Ichimaru's Zanpakuto. Her whole body shook and felt his power flow through her when his body collided into her smaller one.

In truth, they were both surprised by how long he was lasting. It was so unreal. A virgin who was just now experiencing the tight fit of fucking a woman's asshole would've busted their nut within the first minute. Maybe this was a testament to his stamina training with his Hollow mask? Mashiro would have to thank Shinji and Hiyori for improving his stamina, it meant that she could hold onto the berry for a little bit longer if he managed to last this long. The green-haired Vizard shivered at the thought of him fucking her pussy.

"I-I can't hold on much longer, M-Mashiro." Ichigo grunted, baring his teeth as he still tried to fit his last few inches into her hot backdoor. It would no doubt feel amazing to cum inside her with his whole shaft buried deep into her constricting hole.

Mashiro seemed to have the same idea as she subtly bounced in his grasp, trying to help him squeeze into her tight passage. Her thoughts were along the lines of trying to take in as much of his cock as she could. She always preferred the feeling of a hot, throbbing cock as opposed to a cold vibrator.

"Give me your cum. Give me your cum. Give me your cum." Mashiro repeated, trying to coax another hot batch of semen from him and into her bowels. That would be the best ending to this anal excursion, Ichigo's thick, gooey semen filling her asshole to the brim.

Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut and let his mouth open in a quiet holler, signaling that he was currently in the process of climaxing. But his hips did not stop. As his balls throbbed and his cock throbbed, Ichigo let loose a torrent of his thick seed into her ass and kept fucking her while doing so.

"ICHIGO!" Mashiro screamed out, she came even harder than before, quite literally squirting all over his lower half as he pumped his semen into her. "Fuck! Its so thick and hot!" She squeezed her eyes closed and reveled in the familiar feeling of began creampied, even if this time it was in her asshole.

But Ichigo's climax did not mean it was over. Far from it actually. They were just beginning. He was not going to stop until her filled her up.

He bent down onto his knees and pushed her against the floor, still inside of her, and began to fuck her filled up asshole. Mashiro squirmed on the cold grown but nonetheless wrapped her legs around his waist to ensure he continued to give her everything he had in his tank.

A/N:Wow, this was my first Bleach thing in a long time, I should really pick up the slack on this end of my account. It's like an abandoned apartment building that the owner refuses to sell. Anyways, please be sure to leave a review and tell me what you thought of this story and if you want to see more like it. Oh and go check out Whackybiscuit's page, tell him Kowaba sent you. That won't mean shit but I'll get a good laugh out of it.