Chapter 1 - The Solution

Author’s Note: To give context, this takes place after the Soul Society arc and before the Vizards start training Ichigo. When would they have time for this, no clue. This is a smutfic, fuck logic.



Yoruichi was a hot dark skinned babe. No other way around it. She had large round breasts. A flat toned stomach and thin waist. And to top it off, one fat ass. It was honestly a mystery how she was that fast while carrying so much bouncy goodness.


Her good points didn’t end with just her body. Yoruichi was far from a dumb bimbo. No, she had the whole package. A hot bod and an amazing character. She was feisty, passionate, and laid back.


That was why ever since Ichigo found out about her true self, he couldn’t stop masturbating. It really didn’t help that the woman willingly showed off everything to him. It wasn’t like she was spreading out her legs and whoring herself out to him, she just liked being naked and HE happened to be around. She was never actively trying to seduce him. Well bar the times she was teasing him, but it was hardly ever ever with the actual intention of intercourse, merely to see the flustered reactions of a virgin.


Still, that didn’t stop his brain. Every spare moment he had, his thoughts would wander back to that enticing dark flesh. Blood would rush downwards between his thighs and he’d be left with a rigid third leg. And he meant third leg. Stopping a mere inch or two above his knees, he had a huge dick. It was a pain hiding his erections. He was surprised no one had caught him yet. The worst part was that his fantasies were becoming more frequent.


The problem was beginning to affect his daily life. It was there that he decided he needed to find a solution. Even if it was an embarrassing and pathetic one.


“Please Yoruichi. Let me have sex with you.”


“No.” Her reaction was just as he expected. Cold and disgusted. He knew that he had betrayed her expectations. “I honestly thought you were better than this. Listen, you might have gotten the wrong idea with me casually showing my naked body, but I am in a strong loving relationship.”


Yamamoto’s wrinkly asshole! That was not a picture he needed to see, but one that definitely summed up his feelings. “Then why the hell would you do that!”


“Because it was fun. Didn’t think you’d react like this. Like I said, I really thought better of you. By the way, don’t you already have two extremely beautiful girls ready to fuck you?”


“Huh? In what world would that be? Are you dumb?” His eyes narrowed, perhaps he was wrong about the dumb bimbo thing, even if slightly.


Yoruichi banged his head with her fist. “This world you dumbass! Anyways, no. I’m not fucking you final answer. I did it for fun and the fun is clearly gone and done. So get out before I really lose my respect for you.”


A fiery burst of rage consumed him. There was no way she was really criticizing him right now and trying to make him out to be some horny dumbass. After corrupting his mind with her voluptuous breasts and ass, she really expected him to never act. 


After all those hours of exposing him to her body, making it so that he couldn’t go a second without thinking of either her fat breasts, slender waist, or her sensuous ass, she expected him to just give it up. Even more, make it seem like he was the one in the wrong. Like he was some overly horny brat who couldn’t control himself at the sight of some tits! Oh no, a blazing burst of anger engulfed him. “Then what the hell do I do about my erections? I constantly have them 24/7 because of a certain dark skinned harlot.”


“Okay, okay. I’ll take responsibility for that one, but honestly it can’t be that hard. It’s just an erection. Just tuck it under your belt and you’ll be fine. But really Ichigo, harlot? Are you sure you’re not an old man?” She merely waved him off, shooing him away like some dog.


His cheeks burned with embarrassment, but his mind was still filled with righteous anger. This bitch! Caught in anger, he tore his pants down. “Do you THINK I can tuck this away?!!” A fat heavy cock fell to the table with a menacing thud.


“What the hell? Why is it so big?!!” Yoruichi covered her eyes and turned her face. Her fingers, however, remained wide open for her eyes to peek through and her eyes locked onto the giant thing atop the table.


“Hell if I know! All I know is that because of you, IT becomes bigger and is impossible to hide.”


“Alright I get it. I get it now. So why don’t you pick up your pants and hide that thing.”


His anger a little sated, he nodded. Just as he was about to pick up his pants, however, he noticed something. Yoruichi said thing. And she was covering her eyes like some preteen girl. And she wasn’t even covering her eyes, in fact her eyes were on his penis. He convinced himself he was imagining it, but upon trying to lift up his pants and conceal his penis, he noticed her eyes were barely on him. They were focused onto the area between his legs.


An evil smile carved itself on his face. He moved subtly but swiftly across the room until he was right in front of her. So caught up in her ogling, she squeaked when she saw him. Yoruichi never squeaked. She yelled. She shouted. But never squeaked. This was going to be fun.


“What are you doing here? I thought you were going to put it away?”


“Put what away?”


Her face flushed red and her eyes turned downwards, refusing to look him in the eye. She yelped as she saw his large member. Her face flushed deeper. “Y-your thing. What else am I talking about?”


“My what? You’ll have to be more specific if you want me to understand.”


“Your dick!”


“Oh! This thing?” He picked up his dick. “I feel like you like it more exposed than hidden.”


“Ichigo! I won’t-. Why is it getting bigger?”


He smirked. It seemed that his dick had really broken Yoruichi this time. “I think you know why. Especially after all those times you flaunted your dark milky breasts at me. I saw your nipples perk up.” 


Yoruichi only looked away, her cheeks still burning red. That didn’t stop Ichigo from getting harder. In fact, it only increased his arousal, seeing Yoruichi act so effeminately. As he grew, he slowly began poking her stomach. She eeped as he came in contact. At full mast, he was poking the underside of her breasts. She still refused to look at him, but that hardly mattered. A salacious smile grew on his face and he walked closer. She backed away, but eventually she met the wall. He only sauntered closer. He stopped when they could both feel the heat of his cock burn against their stomach.


She had on a shirt but he knew she felt it just the same as him because he felt her natural warmth against him. It was less intense, but just as memorable.


“You said you’d take responsibility. Right, Yoruichi?” He spoke those words softly into her ears. He nibbled her earlobe when he heard nothing. A soft low moan was his reward.


Then, like a splash of cold water she pushed him back. “Stop! I can’t do this. I’m already in a relationship.”


Ichigo paused, but found he didn’t care. He looked straight into her eyes with his own, burning with resolve. “You should have thought about that before parading your naked body at me until you drove me crazy. You shouldn’t have poked the sleeping lion Yoruichi. Cuz now, you’re gonna get eaten.” 


He leaned in towards her neck, pausing to inhale her scent. Sweaty and tempting. She barely had time to react as he began sucking at her neck and then nape. As he attacked her neck, Ichigo gently but firmly pulled her hands towards his cock and allowed her to feel it. Her soft hands gingerly grasped onto his thick shaft, barely able to hold its entirety. He gave her a helpful nudge as she began stroking him.


“Fuck…” She moaned softly into his ears. She did nothing as her clothes dropped to the floor one by one. She stared dazed upwards. Her hands, however, continued to move up and down his member. Pre-cum dripped down the slit of his cock and spilled onto her hands. This only made her movements faster as the precum reduced the friction of her hands and his shaft.


Ichigo was still maneuvering quickly and skillfully through the dark skinned beauty. He since made his way back to her face and began kissing her cheeks and moved towards her lips. His hands, however, were dutifully removing the final remaining obstacle on her body, her lingerie. Although difficult, he managed to rip her bra out of the way and did the same to her panties, not even sparing a thought as the soft cloth fell to the ground.


Mere minutes had passed since she tried to push him away, but the situation had escalated far beyond control. Both were naked as could be and Ichigo’s cock pulsated angrily against her stomach, her hands barely holding it back. Her mind was clouded with lust and he was just as close, but he refrained from acting further. Instead, he chose to pinch her face lightly. He stared into her lust filled eyes with just as much lust and asked a silent question. Could he proceed? He lifted his cock from her hands and positioned it against her dripping folds. Once again, pausing to ask the same question.


Seeing no resistance, he proceeded. He pushed forward. And failed miserably. Again. Miss.


And on the third try, before he could even try to thrust forwards, she thrust down. And he entered her. He stared wide eyed, but was instantly forced to deal with another violent thrust. She slammed his cock deep inside.


“Fuuu/uuuck…” She and he moaned into the musty room. Their little escapade had long since filled the room with the pungent smell of sex. Sweaty and musty, they thrusted their hips against each other. Again. And again. Rough, powerful thrusts.


Yoruichi looked into Ichigo’s eyes. Both persons were barely focused, consumed by the sole goal of humping away their lust. Noticing her plump vacant lips, Ichigo sought to occupy them with his own. In a lame last ditch effort to protect her relationship, she covered her lips with her hand. Ichigo was shocked, but happily accepted the soft palm of her hand as a substitute.


He began licking the middle of her palm. His warm wet tongue tickled, but she remained steadfast. Erotically flicking his tongue up and down, Ichigo began licking every inch of her palm until it was covered with saliva. He smiled as he felt her move her hand, bit by bit until he was licking her fingers. Where her palm was damn near impenetrable, her fingers had gaps and lines. Lines that he could poke and prod with his tongue to reach her lips. Lewdly and sloppy, he began digging his way to her lips.


He struck gold as Yoruichi relented against his persistence and parted her fingers for his tongue. She still kept her hand between them, but did nothing as he smushed his lips against hers. He wasn’t finished as he began prodding his tongue against her lips through her fingers, begging her to participate in the messy kiss. She barely resisted as she shoved her tongue out at him. Tongues slapped against each other in a slimy salivary union. In her efforts to sway him from kissing her, Yoruichi only served to give him a far lewder and sloppier kiss.


Their kissing only fueled them to grind their hips harder. Rubbing and smashing their hips together in an effort to bring each other to climax. Climax they reached. His cock swelled in size with blood in preparation for a giant release and she squeezed him tighter in response. Ichigo simply let himself go as cum sprayed into her insides. He slowly relaxed atop her head.


Yoruichi in contrast shuddered as she continued to squeeze his cock tightly, cumming again and again. It culminated into liquids spraying out of her bottom lips. “I’m CUUUMMMMING!!!!!” Ichigo’s stomach was wet with fluids and a wet stain formed on the floor underneath them.


Wide-eyed, Ichigo said, “Never took you for a squirter.”


“Shut up! This is the first time this’ happened! You were a virgin not just 10 minutes ago so what do you know?”


He grinned. She was making this too easy. “Apparently enough to make you cum like never before.”


She buried herself into his muscled chest. “Shut up you asshole.”


They stayed like that for a good minute.


Until Yoruichi suddenly pushed him away, dislodging his cock from her. Immediately, cum began pouring out. Pouring, not dripping. She gave him a look. “Are you trying to impregnate me?!”


“W-wait? Can you even get pregnant?”


“What’s that Ichigo? Did you just ask to be murdered?” She immediately began punching him. Although a very accomplished Soul Reaper, Yoruichi had hundreds of years of experience on him. Simply put, he was her punching bag.


After beating him black and blue, she forced him to help her clean the room. It was a difficult job, but they did it. Most of it. The only thing that remained was the stain from her squirting. Yoruichi was not happy.



Outside a neatly shut door, voices could be heard.


“Please Yoruichi!”


“No. The last time was enough as it is.”


“You mean the last 5 times.”


“S-shut up.”


“Anyways, my erections haven’t gone away. They’ve only increased!”


“How’s that my problem? Fix it yourself dumbass.”


“It’s going to be your problem when this happens!” The sound of some zipping and plopping of clothes echoed past the room.


“Damn you Ichiiigo”


Soon after the sounds of moaning and plap, plap, play could be heard coming out of the room.
