Gender Bender Chapter 6
Renji and Ichigo both woke up to an insistent beeping sound close to their heads. Renji woke up the fastest, spinning around and grabbing her communicator. In the next room Ichigo woke up more groggily and reached for his shinigami badge. By the time he was out of his body and heading for the door Renji was already outside.
Standing there, in the middle of the night, zanpakuto already in her hand, hair blowing in the breeze, Ichigo could see the warrior in Renji again. He hadn't even realized how much he'd forgotten, how strong Renji was, how determined. None of that had changed, just the look had, and Ichigo couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in himself for ever thinking otherwise.
The hollow was small, but fast, with striking talons that quickly ripped their shihakusho to pieces. It would dart forward to attack before retreating just as quickly, out of sword reach. Eventually Renji had enough.
"Howl, Zabimaru!"
It was strange, hearing that familiar growl in a voice that was Renji's and yet wasn't. All Ichigo could do was stand and stare as the giant, jagged blade materialized in a hand that seemed just a little to slim to be wielding it. But Renji swung with absolute confidence and strength, no matter what the form Zabimaru was always a part of her soul, meant to fit her hand.
Ichigo was still just standing there as the hollow dissolved into the air and Renji resealed Zabimaru with a flourish. She turned to him, grinning getting ready to head back. But something in Ichigo's gaze had her stopping.
Her uniform was ripped from one shoulder, slices across her chest, stomach and legs rendering the material mostly useless. Patches of tanned skin, striped with black, were exposed to the chill air outside. Ichigo's eyes drank all of this in with a look of enraptured lust that he couldn't bother to deny. Something seemed to change in Renji's expression, and she smirked lightly, approaching Ichigo with all the smooth confidence of a jungle cat.
She helped him loosen his death grip on Zangetsu's hilt, letting him sheath the massive blade before looking into his face.
"You like me in this body, don't ya?" She said quietly, only really half asking.
"Huh?" Was Ichigo's intelligent reply. His mind seemed to have lost it's grip somewhere between her walking forward and her touching his hand.
"Heh. I thought maybe you were just confused earlier. But you really want me right now, don't you?" Her voice was smug, and that smirk on her face was just pure Renji. And it made Ichigo automatically defensive.
"S-shut up. Let's go back." he snapped, turning away from her, blushing furiously.
Renji's smirk remained, not even dented by Ichigo's attitude. "Yeah... let's go back." she said, voice light, playful.
Ichigo suddenly thought of a cat playing with a mouse just before the mouse got devoured, the image made him shiver.
But really, he didn't think he minded being devoured right now...
-//-
Once they got back, Urahara was waiting for them, checking to make sure there were no injuries. Aside from a few scratches and their damaged clothing they were completely fine, so the shopkeeper just yawned and returned to bed, insisting that everyone else do the same.
"Yeah, Ichigo." Renji purred. "Let's go to bed."
Ichigo stumbled in mid-step when she said that, his blush returning as he stared at her. She slipped into his room, his room, stretching luxuriously, that deliciously curvy ass doing a provocative little wiggle. Ichigo swallowed loudly and followed.
"Shouldn't you be in your own room?" Ichigo asked quietly, looking pointedly down at his feet.
"My room is cold." Renji said, repeating an earlier excuse. She turned so she was facing away from him. She started tugging at her belt, loosening the tattered remains of her top, shrugging it off her shoulders.
"W-what are you doing?!" Ichigo hissed, having looked up just in time to see tattooed shoulders sliding out of black fabric.
"Well, these clothes are pretty well fucked." Renji replied easily. "I was thinking I could borrow one of your shirts, since I'm actually small enough to fit into one now."
Ichigo scowled, reminded of the fact that Renji was normally larger than him. But the redhead's currently slim figure meant that, yes, she probably could use one of Ichigo's shirts to sleep in.
"Cover yourself up." he said as he stepped forward to dig through his clothes, pulling out a shirt that was a bit too long for him. Renji didn't do as he'd told her to, she'd simply resumed stripping, and when he turned to face her she was sliding her ruined hakama down her legs.
A sound escaped his lips that was much like a yelp, and she glance up at him with a grin. "Oh, hey, that'll work!" She said, indicating the shirt in Ichigo's hand. She stepped forward to grab it while Ichigo's mouth slowly opened and closed like a fish. There was obvious amusement in her gaze when she looked back at his face. "Unless you'd prefer I not wear it?" she asked slyly.
Ichigo was far to distracted to answer. Renji was completely naked! As in nude, without clothing. There was nothing marring his view of smooth tanned skin, tight across her slim, muscular figure. Her tattoos were exotic, mesmerizing, drawing Ichigo in. Renji looked positively smug.
"I guess that's my answer then." she said, closing the inches between their bodies, tossing the shirt aside. She attacked Ichigo's mouth with her own, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. The pain moved him to action, grabbing her waist and pressing her hard against the nearest wall. The redhead grunted as her back collided with the hard surface, her hands going into his hair to tug and pull him tighter to her mouth. They ravished each other with colliding teeth and thrusting tongues. Renji's nails scraped across Ichigo's scalp, causing a low whine to come from his lips to hers, the sound vibrating between them.
Parting for air gave Ichigo's brain much needed oxygen and clarity.
"We-we shouldn't be doing this." he murmured, apparently ignoring his own words as he leaned in for another kiss.
The next time they parted Ichigo was left breathless, so Renji spoke, "C'mon, Ichi. Ya gotta pop that cherry sooner or later." she grinned, lifting up one long leg to wrap around his waist and pull him in tighter, their hips colliding.
The teasing words made Ichigo really think about who he was with, about the fact that this was Renji that he was pinning to the wall. "R-Renji..." he panted, voice breathy and pleading and his blush deepened, mouth opening to try and protest.
"Mm, I could get used to hearing you say my name like that..." she purred in a voice that was all predatory growl. She lowered her leg, flipping their bodies around so that Ichigo was against the wall. She immediately pulled at his clothes. Shinigami clothing was easy to remove at the best of time, but as ripped as Ichigo's were he was naked in seconds, with Renji's eyes looking him over hungrily.
He was reminded of the cat and mouse, wondering if he was still being played with, or if he was about to be devoured.
A bit of both, it seemed, as Renji's eyes fell on his erection, her tongue wetting her lips as her hands slid down Ichigo's bare chest. She looked back up at Ichigo with a smirk, eyes glinting with something he didn't have a name for.
Before he could comprehend her intentions she was getting onto her knees, palms cupping his thighs. He gasped and moaned throatily at the feeling of a hot tongue trailing up the underside of his cock, of hot breath cooling the saliva there as she spoke.
"Already this hard for me, huh?"
Dammit, why did Renji have to say things like that? In that voice? His cock couldn't help but twitch as the words sent heat up to his cheeks and down. She chuckled, obviously enjoying his mixed discomfort and arousal, but she didn't say any more, occupying her mouth instead with making him lose his sanity.
"Oh, fuck..." Ichigo whimpered, hands moving to her hair automatically as she sucked the head of his cock, tongue swirling slowly around the tip. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated, her mouth creating an obscene slurping sound as she moved further down over him. Her tongue was hot and wet, curling around his rigid shaft and pressing down on the throbbing vein.
She could taste his pulse, feel it as his heart rate increased. as his excitement grew. It excited her too, knowing his want of her, it made her shiver and moan around him, the vibrations earning her a sharp cry from inexperienced lips. If she could've grinned she would have, so she settled for carefully grazing him with her teeth.
"Fuck!" Ichigo swore, the move making him shudder all over, back arching over her, clinging desperately to her hair like a lifeline. But Renji didn't mind the pain from her abused scalp, in fact she kind of like it. So she started bobbing her head over him at a brutal pace, sucking hard, mouth moving around him hard and fast and oh, fuck...
"RENJI!" He cried out, loud enough to have Urahara grinning to himself in the next room, and his legs nearly gave out as he came harder than he ever had alone.
Renji swallowed, yes swallowed, and pulled away slowly, licking her lips. Her expression, however, was still of the cat teasing the mouse.
"Get over on the bed." she ordered quietly. Ichigo could only obey, and hope to survive.
-//-
If it hadn't been for Renji's hot, eager mouth on his, Ichigo would've woken up the entire household with his yelling. The redhead had pushed him down on the bed and started riding him hard, no warning, no way of preparing himself, just overwhelming slickness and heat around his cock, making him fall back and cry out.
She kissed him hard, moving his hands to her breasts, nails scraping down his stomach as she moaned and growled. He spent the rest of the night with a wildcat on top of him, under him, touching him, tasting him... biting him... He lost himself entirely in the pleasure, unsure how many times he came, or how many times she did, all he knew was it was 4 hours worth of blurred, exhausting pleasure. For awhile he'd been sure he was going to die from sheer overload, but he didn't, though eventually he just collapsed, unable to continue.
Renji, it seemed, was well satisfied with the entire night, nuzzling his throat as they fell asleep, purring under her breath. Her mouse had been fun to play with, and she'd thoroughly devoured him.
-//-
Over the next week Ichigo went back to his house, greeting his family as usual, punching his father in the face as he charged him. School was pretty normal, though people kept asking him where his cute cousin had gone and why was he so friendly with that new girl? But for the most part he felt better.
The fact that Renji often jumped him and dragged him into dark corners helped. It was hard to be stressed when you'd just been groped in the janitor's closet.
Renji was a demanding lover, insisting that Ichigo learn to give just as much as he could take. And, to his surprise, Ichigo enjoyed the learning, enjoyed learning the little spots on Renji's body that make her gasp, made her breath hitch. He happily indulged whenever possible.
But Urahara put a damper on the cheerful mood one day, taking Renji aside one day and murmuring something that Ichigo couldn't hear. Renji came back to him with a frown on her face, eyes concerned, biting her lip nervously.
"What's the matter?"
"Urahara-san says that he;s worried my body might be becoming too accustomed to the transformation. He wants to run some tests to make sure it's not... It's not becoming permanent."
"Permanent?" Ichigo was stunned. Renji could be stuck like this... forever? It was unthinkable. Sure, he'd enjoyed the time they'd spent with Renji as a woman, but he'd never thought that it would remain that way.
"He said that he won't let it get that way. That's why he needs to run the tests." Renji murmured.
Ichigo hugged her, just hugged her, and she relaxed into his arms with a sigh. "Everything is fucked up..." He heard her mutter into his chest. And she was right, he could only hope that it wasn't as bad as they feared.
-//-
Ichigo didn't hear much from Renji for a couple days, Urahara's tests were taking up all of her time. So he just waited patiently, hoping to hear something soon.
After the third day Renji came to see him, the look on her face haunted and drawn. Ichigo feared the worst.
"Renji?" He reached out, hands clasping her arms, rubbing soothingly. "What's wrong?"
She shook a little, looking down away from his face, but when she looked up her eyes were blazing. She punched Ichigo in the jaw with a growl, making the young male fall back in pain and shock.
"What the hell was that for?!" He yelled angrily at her.
"You got me pregnant, you asshole!"
-//-
I'm going to hell for this... XD But I think I'm okay with it. Do all of you want to kill me now?
Hey look! Two chapters in two days! Apparently this plot bunny wouldn't leave me alone. Don't expect me to keep updating every day XD
Standing there, in the middle of the night, zanpakuto already in her hand, hair blowing in the breeze, Ichigo could see the warrior in Renji again. He hadn't even realized how much he'd forgotten, how strong Renji was, how determined. None of that had changed, just the look had, and Ichigo couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in himself for ever thinking otherwise.
The hollow was small, but fast, with striking talons that quickly ripped their shihakusho to pieces. It would dart forward to attack before retreating just as quickly, out of sword reach. Eventually Renji had enough.
"Howl, Zabimaru!"
It was strange, hearing that familiar growl in a voice that was Renji's and yet wasn't. All Ichigo could do was stand and stare as the giant, jagged blade materialized in a hand that seemed just a little to slim to be wielding it. But Renji swung with absolute confidence and strength, no matter what the form Zabimaru was always a part of her soul, meant to fit her hand.
Ichigo was still just standing there as the hollow dissolved into the air and Renji resealed Zabimaru with a flourish. She turned to him, grinning getting ready to head back. But something in Ichigo's gaze had her stopping.
Her uniform was ripped from one shoulder, slices across her chest, stomach and legs rendering the material mostly useless. Patches of tanned skin, striped with black, were exposed to the chill air outside. Ichigo's eyes drank all of this in with a look of enraptured lust that he couldn't bother to deny. Something seemed to change in Renji's expression, and she smirked lightly, approaching Ichigo with all the smooth confidence of a jungle cat.
She helped him loosen his death grip on Zangetsu's hilt, letting him sheath the massive blade before looking into his face.
"You like me in this body, don't ya?" She said quietly, only really half asking.
"Huh?" Was Ichigo's intelligent reply. His mind seemed to have lost it's grip somewhere between her walking forward and her touching his hand.
"Heh. I thought maybe you were just confused earlier. But you really want me right now, don't you?" Her voice was smug, and that smirk on her face was just pure Renji. And it made Ichigo automatically defensive.
"S-shut up. Let's go back." he snapped, turning away from her, blushing furiously.
Renji's smirk remained, not even dented by Ichigo's attitude. "Yeah... let's go back." she said, voice light, playful.
Ichigo suddenly thought of a cat playing with a mouse just before the mouse got devoured, the image made him shiver.
But really, he didn't think he minded being devoured right now...
-//-
Once they got back, Urahara was waiting for them, checking to make sure there were no injuries. Aside from a few scratches and their damaged clothing they were completely fine, so the shopkeeper just yawned and returned to bed, insisting that everyone else do the same.
"Yeah, Ichigo." Renji purred. "Let's go to bed."
Ichigo stumbled in mid-step when she said that, his blush returning as he stared at her. She slipped into his room, his room, stretching luxuriously, that deliciously curvy ass doing a provocative little wiggle. Ichigo swallowed loudly and followed.
"Shouldn't you be in your own room?" Ichigo asked quietly, looking pointedly down at his feet.
"My room is cold." Renji said, repeating an earlier excuse. She turned so she was facing away from him. She started tugging at her belt, loosening the tattered remains of her top, shrugging it off her shoulders.
"W-what are you doing?!" Ichigo hissed, having looked up just in time to see tattooed shoulders sliding out of black fabric.
"Well, these clothes are pretty well fucked." Renji replied easily. "I was thinking I could borrow one of your shirts, since I'm actually small enough to fit into one now."
Ichigo scowled, reminded of the fact that Renji was normally larger than him. But the redhead's currently slim figure meant that, yes, she probably could use one of Ichigo's shirts to sleep in.
"Cover yourself up." he said as he stepped forward to dig through his clothes, pulling out a shirt that was a bit too long for him. Renji didn't do as he'd told her to, she'd simply resumed stripping, and when he turned to face her she was sliding her ruined hakama down her legs.
A sound escaped his lips that was much like a yelp, and she glance up at him with a grin. "Oh, hey, that'll work!" She said, indicating the shirt in Ichigo's hand. She stepped forward to grab it while Ichigo's mouth slowly opened and closed like a fish. There was obvious amusement in her gaze when she looked back at his face. "Unless you'd prefer I not wear it?" she asked slyly.
Ichigo was far to distracted to answer. Renji was completely naked! As in nude, without clothing. There was nothing marring his view of smooth tanned skin, tight across her slim, muscular figure. Her tattoos were exotic, mesmerizing, drawing Ichigo in. Renji looked positively smug.
"I guess that's my answer then." she said, closing the inches between their bodies, tossing the shirt aside. She attacked Ichigo's mouth with her own, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. The pain moved him to action, grabbing her waist and pressing her hard against the nearest wall. The redhead grunted as her back collided with the hard surface, her hands going into his hair to tug and pull him tighter to her mouth. They ravished each other with colliding teeth and thrusting tongues. Renji's nails scraped across Ichigo's scalp, causing a low whine to come from his lips to hers, the sound vibrating between them.
Parting for air gave Ichigo's brain much needed oxygen and clarity.
"We-we shouldn't be doing this." he murmured, apparently ignoring his own words as he leaned in for another kiss.
The next time they parted Ichigo was left breathless, so Renji spoke, "C'mon, Ichi. Ya gotta pop that cherry sooner or later." she grinned, lifting up one long leg to wrap around his waist and pull him in tighter, their hips colliding.
The teasing words made Ichigo really think about who he was with, about the fact that this was Renji that he was pinning to the wall. "R-Renji..." he panted, voice breathy and pleading and his blush deepened, mouth opening to try and protest.
"Mm, I could get used to hearing you say my name like that..." she purred in a voice that was all predatory growl. She lowered her leg, flipping their bodies around so that Ichigo was against the wall. She immediately pulled at his clothes. Shinigami clothing was easy to remove at the best of time, but as ripped as Ichigo's were he was naked in seconds, with Renji's eyes looking him over hungrily.
He was reminded of the cat and mouse, wondering if he was still being played with, or if he was about to be devoured.
A bit of both, it seemed, as Renji's eyes fell on his erection, her tongue wetting her lips as her hands slid down Ichigo's bare chest. She looked back up at Ichigo with a smirk, eyes glinting with something he didn't have a name for.
Before he could comprehend her intentions she was getting onto her knees, palms cupping his thighs. He gasped and moaned throatily at the feeling of a hot tongue trailing up the underside of his cock, of hot breath cooling the saliva there as she spoke.
"Already this hard for me, huh?"
Dammit, why did Renji have to say things like that? In that voice? His cock couldn't help but twitch as the words sent heat up to his cheeks and down. She chuckled, obviously enjoying his mixed discomfort and arousal, but she didn't say any more, occupying her mouth instead with making him lose his sanity.
"Oh, fuck..." Ichigo whimpered, hands moving to her hair automatically as she sucked the head of his cock, tongue swirling slowly around the tip. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated, her mouth creating an obscene slurping sound as she moved further down over him. Her tongue was hot and wet, curling around his rigid shaft and pressing down on the throbbing vein.
She could taste his pulse, feel it as his heart rate increased. as his excitement grew. It excited her too, knowing his want of her, it made her shiver and moan around him, the vibrations earning her a sharp cry from inexperienced lips. If she could've grinned she would have, so she settled for carefully grazing him with her teeth.
"Fuck!" Ichigo swore, the move making him shudder all over, back arching over her, clinging desperately to her hair like a lifeline. But Renji didn't mind the pain from her abused scalp, in fact she kind of like it. So she started bobbing her head over him at a brutal pace, sucking hard, mouth moving around him hard and fast and oh, fuck...
"RENJI!" He cried out, loud enough to have Urahara grinning to himself in the next room, and his legs nearly gave out as he came harder than he ever had alone.
Renji swallowed, yes swallowed, and pulled away slowly, licking her lips. Her expression, however, was still of the cat teasing the mouse.
"Get over on the bed." she ordered quietly. Ichigo could only obey, and hope to survive.
-//-
If it hadn't been for Renji's hot, eager mouth on his, Ichigo would've woken up the entire household with his yelling. The redhead had pushed him down on the bed and started riding him hard, no warning, no way of preparing himself, just overwhelming slickness and heat around his cock, making him fall back and cry out.
She kissed him hard, moving his hands to her breasts, nails scraping down his stomach as she moaned and growled. He spent the rest of the night with a wildcat on top of him, under him, touching him, tasting him... biting him... He lost himself entirely in the pleasure, unsure how many times he came, or how many times she did, all he knew was it was 4 hours worth of blurred, exhausting pleasure. For awhile he'd been sure he was going to die from sheer overload, but he didn't, though eventually he just collapsed, unable to continue.
Renji, it seemed, was well satisfied with the entire night, nuzzling his throat as they fell asleep, purring under her breath. Her mouse had been fun to play with, and she'd thoroughly devoured him.
-//-
Over the next week Ichigo went back to his house, greeting his family as usual, punching his father in the face as he charged him. School was pretty normal, though people kept asking him where his cute cousin had gone and why was he so friendly with that new girl? But for the most part he felt better.
The fact that Renji often jumped him and dragged him into dark corners helped. It was hard to be stressed when you'd just been groped in the janitor's closet.
Renji was a demanding lover, insisting that Ichigo learn to give just as much as he could take. And, to his surprise, Ichigo enjoyed the learning, enjoyed learning the little spots on Renji's body that make her gasp, made her breath hitch. He happily indulged whenever possible.
But Urahara put a damper on the cheerful mood one day, taking Renji aside one day and murmuring something that Ichigo couldn't hear. Renji came back to him with a frown on her face, eyes concerned, biting her lip nervously.
"What's the matter?"
"Urahara-san says that he;s worried my body might be becoming too accustomed to the transformation. He wants to run some tests to make sure it's not... It's not becoming permanent."
"Permanent?" Ichigo was stunned. Renji could be stuck like this... forever? It was unthinkable. Sure, he'd enjoyed the time they'd spent with Renji as a woman, but he'd never thought that it would remain that way.
"He said that he won't let it get that way. That's why he needs to run the tests." Renji murmured.
Ichigo hugged her, just hugged her, and she relaxed into his arms with a sigh. "Everything is fucked up..." He heard her mutter into his chest. And she was right, he could only hope that it wasn't as bad as they feared.
-//-
Ichigo didn't hear much from Renji for a couple days, Urahara's tests were taking up all of her time. So he just waited patiently, hoping to hear something soon.
After the third day Renji came to see him, the look on her face haunted and drawn. Ichigo feared the worst.
"Renji?" He reached out, hands clasping her arms, rubbing soothingly. "What's wrong?"
She shook a little, looking down away from his face, but when she looked up her eyes were blazing. She punched Ichigo in the jaw with a growl, making the young male fall back in pain and shock.
"What the hell was that for?!" He yelled angrily at her.
"You got me pregnant, you asshole!"
-//-
I'm going to hell for this... XD But I think I'm okay with it. Do all of you want to kill me now?
Hey look! Two chapters in two days! Apparently this plot bunny wouldn't leave me alone. Don't expect me to keep updating every day XD