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A Drunken Valkyrie
Characters: Ichigo Kurosaki/Rangiku Matsumoto
Written by: legendarysaiyafox

    A recently retired shinigami found himself walking up familiar steps. These steps brought him to the formidable fortress of the Gotei 13. Stationed at the main gate were two on-duty shinigami paying close attention. From their point of view, they saw a man herald as a legend in the field of battle. An orange spike-haired man standing almost 6 feet tall, Ichigo Kurosaki has arrived. As for the reasons of his visit they were oblivious but they noticed Ichigo begin to dig through his pocket. “Saaay...uhh I got this letter in my mailbox and as much as I hate to say this I’ve been requested to help out here.” Ichigo looked annoyed giving his chin a scratch from pesky ingrown facial hair. He forked over the letter to the men, in which they slowly read over the details of the report. “Through trust within the many divisions of the Gotei 13, and to replace the absence of Captain Hitsugaya who has taken leave. The organization has granted authority and rank of Captain of the 10th Division to Ichigo Kurosaki until further notice. “

    Even after reading over the contents of the letter, they didn’t buy it. But the seal at the bottom marked the Captain Commander Shunsui Kyōraku initials. “It’s legit, we apologize for any unwanted looks of distrust Captain Kurosaki.” they broke down to their knees for forgiveness. “It’s cool, I’m only doing this because my wife thought it would do me some good.” The men rose to their feet bowing “Please allow us to escort you to your private quarters.” “Sounds good to me, lead the way.”

    Despite this temporary fill-in, Ichigo was pleased to be brought to familiar landmarks that he and his friends recently intruded years ago. Indolent he folded his arms behind his head and kept following the guards, keeping the chit chat to a minimum. “Now that I’m starting to remember how this organization works, isn’t there suppose to be someone under me? Ya know to tend to any dull assignments I don’t care to do.” Ichigo asked. The men leading in front pointed out “Yes, fortunately, Lieutenant Matsumoto.is still overseeing the 10th division. But, it’s been out of order as of late. Since Captain Hitsugaya absence it’s been lack of obedience and control over the 10th. We are certain that Commander Kyoraku sent for you to put things back in their proper order.” Once Ichigo heard that he groaned “Ugh...Sounds like I got my job cut out for me. I’m not a social worker, but whatever.”

    “Here we are. Lieutenant Matsumoto should be able to inform you of anything else you require to know. We look forward to your services here Captain Kurosaki.” Bowing one last time they vacated the premise leaving Ichigo to his work. “Guess I should get to it.” He walked towards his room and slid open the door and a loud bearish snore trampled his ears. *ZzzZzZZzzzz* “Geez! For crying out loud!!.” Ichigo observed inside a pigsty, with empty bottles of sake scattered about. Buried under paperwork, stuck a foot wearing a pair of tabi socks. What went missing from that foot was sandals that you couldn’t find trapped within all the garbage. Leaning over in disbelief, Ichigo gave a disappointed head shake. “What a mess, Hitsugaya leaving must have hit her hard. But she’s setting a bad example for this unit. Hey! Rangiku! Rise and shine!.” His was left with no reply, that hibernating snore of hers completely dulled out his voice.

    He began peeling off the garbage she rested in, prying off a Chinese-take out menu from her face, he finally witnessed the drunk sleeping beauty in a deep slumber. “Who would have thought my first day would start off like this? Hmm, what could I do?” Ichigo moved her body onto a clean spot on the floor. Comedically he tried various methods of waking her, poking her cheek, pinching her nose, digging in her ear, nothing would work. He sat down beside her crossing his legs. “Damnit nothing.” *ZzzzzzZZzzz* All this dilly-dallying was beginning to irk him. What didn’t cross his mind until now was those stunning double J cup boobies fumbling within her robe. “Risking my life almost every day, I never did get the chance to notice how top-heavy you were.” Ichigo crawled towards her really slow, checking over his shoulder to make sure no one was peeking. “Maybe just a small peek, I’m her captain now.”

    He moved her arms away from her chest and invited his hand inside her cleavage. “MMmm” A whispering moan escaped vividly from her lips. Ichigo sat frozen, his fingers still grazing over her left breast. “.......” Zzzzzzz. “Phew.” Ichigo continued to “body inspect” his lieutenant, pulling open her robe carefully. The smell of booze was strong but once he released those tits out to breath, he could sniff lavender soap parading through the stench. “Jackpot.” Ichigo eyebrows freaked out on his forehead, viewing naked bare boobies so perfectly symmetrical. Rangiku nipples were soft and plushy, Ichigo took his time poking them. Whatever booze she decided to drink this day couldn’t have been better for Captain Kurosaki, she felt none of the molestation going on right now. He even took a bold move of smothering his face inside her cleavage. “Oooooh yeeeeaaah, they are bigger than Orihime too. This will be fun.” Traversing his nose carefully between her tits he kissed the soft fluffiness surrounding each orb. Sticking a tongue out he tasted her skin, smacking his lips hungrily. “Mmm, you’re making my mouth water, you taste so freaking good.”

    Ichigo took both hands and groped her delicious mounds, swarming his dirty perverted mitts around the baggage and pressing them smoothly together. “So soft and prude. I wonder if Hitsugaya ever played with these before.” Ichigo talking to himself at this point he had to stop and think *” Wait a minute, what am I doing?! Orihime would be pissed if she saw me. Curse you dad and your perverted genetics rubbing off on me!”* Ichigo fastened up her robe and stood up. “Enough is enough. I’ll just clean up this room instead.” For half an hour, Ichigo cleaned out his private office. On one hand, he was happy he finished but in the other was Rangiku missing sandal. From the size of it, she had a medium size foot, he could see the size 9 tag mark inside. From the weight of the shoe, it felt light in his hand, but a mysterious second voice started crawling behind Ichigo consciousness. “Sn…” Feeling a twitch in his preoccupied hand, Ichigo head began to ring with a grimacing mantra. “Sn...if…Sniiiiii...fff... SNIF...SNIFFF!” A shallow voice that grew impatient with Ichigo stalling. It’s as if the voice understood what Ichigo desired to do but resisted.

    Ichigo closed his eyes trying to recollect what the voice was saying, it sounded familiar but it was speaking an unusual tongue. Before he could open his eyes, Rangiku worn-out sandal pressed against the edge of his nose. It was too late to pull back, her scent was already slipping through his nostrils fueling his curiosity. Slips of drool came passing down the side of Ichigo lips, the intoxicating aroma made his face turn into a perverted scoundrel. “Oh man.” Ichigo said. For those who wished to know what Rangiku feet smell like, Ichigo would happily oblige for another sniff test. He embraced her sandal into his nose, and with a heavy sniff, he engaged his sense of smell another time. Dusty, mild stench filled socks, and a hint of vinegar was the mixed shroud of smells waving through his nose.

    He dropped the sandal and immediately grabbed his crotch, he could feel his Zanpakto throb. But it wouldn’t be his weapon because he left it on his desk, it was something more sinister and selfish. Ichigo fell to his knees trying to control himself, but whatever that was throbbing kept reminiscing Ichigo thoughts with that delightful foot odor. “Wor...ship...Worship...WORSHIP!” the voice growled as if it was angered. Ichigo head began to ache. “Ergh...get-out-of my head!” He muttered hunching over slightly. “WHO ARE YOU TRYING TO FOOL HERE! Me?! I’m you! I know you like feet! So worship hers already!” Ichigo eyes flashed open gasping for air. He knew that voice undoubtedly now. But what made it so frightening is that the Hollow inside him was right. Ichigo had a secret foot fetish that he told no one about. However, this moment was golden for him to exploit it which is why his Hollow form steered him on.

     Rangiku body still appearing unconscious was laid flat on her back. Ichigo crept on his knees over towards her and stopped before her feet. With caution, he tended to her tabi socks first, pinching his fingers into the smooth cotton, he jerked the sock off her left foot. From beneath he could see her redden heel and her soft white arch loosening through the material. Each long-lasting second made Ichigo heart beat swiftly. Why has Rangiku stopped snoring? Ichigo kept thinking as the cotton sock made it to her toes and he politely wedged it off. Rangiku toes were painted in French rose pink, a fitting color for someone as high maintenance as she was.

    Ichigo curled the tabi sock in a ball and brushed it across his nose, the scent was two times heavier than the sandal. That quick refresher made him eager to go on, as he performed the same ritual to her opposite foot. Now Rangiku was barefoot, completely at Ichigo mercy. His stomach coiled from anticipation and motioned his head down towards the tip of her toes. “Lick those toes!…” Ichigo stuck out his tongue and obediently listened to his inner thoughts. Polishing his red velvet tongue over her toenails, leaving a small cue of saliva resting on the knuckle of her toes. Now that his sense of smell and taste collaborated, he felt the beast between his legs awaken. The bittersweet bland taste from Rangiku toes made Ichigo tongue wiggle.

    Stretching his lips open he began to suck stewardly onto each toe, spooning his tongue underneath to massage the soft flesh. Wet sloshing noises could be heard as he went to sample another toe. Once he finished with one, his drool began to sink between each set of toes, cruising down slowly to her arches. Would it be crazy to continue? Or stop while he’s ahead? Ichigo contemplated while surfing between Rangiku toes, and began kissing the ball of her feet. All this foot-pampering was beyond normal comprehension. On the opposite side, Rangiku could feel a lukewarm tickle batter at her soles, which made her jitter in her sleep. She was still exhausted from drinking the day away, but that tickling sensation kept building to where she kicked out nudging Ichigo in his nose. From what her foot felt she could sense something beneath her was alive, not taking any chances Rangiku opened her eyes at long last.

    Ichigo panicked once he witnessed Rangiku sitting up rubbing her eyes. waking up. “Mmm..ahmm..h-uh? Hey, I remember you, your names Ichigo right?. Guh my head hurts.” Rubbing her head to ease the hangover, Ichigo gave a relieved sigh that he wasn’t caught. “Y-Yeah that’s me. Funny how I found you this way, it’s a long story actu-” I see you cleaned up the place, I stopped when Captain Hitsugaya left us..” Rangiku frowned, wobbling to stand up. “Where are my sandals? Or my socks?” she wiggled her toes against the tatami mat confused. “See that’s a long story, I found you buried underneath a bunch of garbage.” Rangiku eyebrows raised but then she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. “It happens, doesn’t explain my shoes being missing but, I don’t plan on doing much today anyway.” She found herself sitting on a beanbag to relax folding her hands behind her head. Before Ichigo could utter another word, he felt sorry for her but also for the Gotei 13, they need a dependable lieutenant. Everyone's has a job to do if one apple spoils it will ruin the whole bunch. Ichigo had to do something, and that’s when the voice in his head shouted some mischievous words “Tie her up.”

Part I END

Description

A Drunken Valkyrie
Characters: Ichigo Kurosaki/Rangiku Matsumoto
Written by: legendarysaiyafox

    A recently retired shinigami found himself walking up familiar steps. These steps brought him to the formidable fortress of the Gotei 13. Stationed at the main gate were two on-duty shinigami paying close attention. From their point of view, they saw a man herald as a legend in the field of battle. An orange spike-haired man standing almost 6 feet tall, Ichigo Kurosaki has arrived. As for the reasons of his visit they were oblivious but they noticed Ichigo begin to dig through his pocket. “Saaay...uhh I got this letter in my mailbox and as much as I hate to say this I’ve been requested to help out here.” Ichigo looked annoyed giving his chin a scratch from pesky ingrown facial hair. He forked over the letter to the men, in which they slowly read over the details of the report. “Through trust within the many divisions of the Gotei 13, and to replace the absence of Captain Hitsugaya who has taken leave. The organization has granted authority and rank of Captain of the 10th Division to Ichigo Kurosaki until further notice. “

    Even after reading over the contents of the letter, they didn’t buy it. But the seal at the bottom marked the Captain Commander Shunsui Kyōraku initials. “It’s legit, we apologize for any unwanted looks of distrust Captain Kurosaki.” they broke down to their knees for forgiveness. “It’s cool, I’m only doing this because my wife thought it would do me some good.” The men rose to their feet bowing “Please allow us to escort you to your private quarters.” “Sounds good to me, lead the way.”

    Despite this temporary fill-in, Ichigo was pleased to be brought to familiar landmarks that he and his friends recently intruded years ago. Indolent he folded his arms behind his head and kept following the guards, keeping the chit chat to a minimum. “Now that I’m starting to remember how this organization works, isn’t there suppose to be someone under me? Ya know to tend to any dull assignments I don’t care to do.” Ichigo asked. The men leading in front pointed out “Yes, fortunately, Lieutenant Matsumoto.is still overseeing the 10th division. But, it’s been out of order as of late. Since Captain Hitsugaya absence it’s been lack of obedience and control over the 10th. We are certain that Commander Kyoraku sent for you to put things back in their proper order.” Once Ichigo heard that he groaned “Ugh...Sounds like I got my job cut out for me. I’m not a social worker, but whatever.”

    “Here we are. Lieutenant Matsumoto should be able to inform you of anything else you require to know. We look forward to your services here Captain Kurosaki.” Bowing one last time they vacated the premise leaving Ichigo to his work. “Guess I should get to it.” He walked towards his room and slid open the door and a loud bearish snore trampled his ears. *ZzzZzZZzzzz* “Geez! For crying out loud!!.” Ichigo observed inside a pigsty, with empty bottles of sake scattered about. Buried under paperwork, stuck a foot wearing a pair of tabi socks. What went missing from that foot was sandals that you couldn’t find trapped within all the garbage. Leaning over in disbelief, Ichigo gave a disappointed head shake. “What a mess, Hitsugaya leaving must have hit her hard. But she’s setting a bad example for this unit. Hey! Rangiku! Rise and shine!.” His was left with no reply, that hibernating snore of hers completely dulled out his voice.

    He began peeling off the garbage she rested in, prying off a Chinese-take out menu from her face, he finally witnessed the drunk sleeping beauty in a deep slumber. “Who would have thought my first day would start off like this? Hmm, what could I do?” Ichigo moved her body onto a clean spot on the floor. Comedically he tried various methods of waking her, poking her cheek, pinching her nose, digging in her ear, nothing would work. He sat down beside her crossing his legs. “Damnit nothing.” *ZzzzzzZZzzz* All this dilly-dallying was beginning to irk him. What didn’t cross his mind until now was those stunning double J cup boobies fumbling within her robe. “Risking my life almost every day, I never did get the chance to notice how top-heavy you were.” Ichigo crawled towards her really slow, checking over his shoulder to make sure no one was peeking. “Maybe just a small peek, I’m her captain now.”

    He moved her arms away from her chest and invited his hand inside her cleavage. “MMmm” A whispering moan escaped vividly from her lips. Ichigo sat frozen, his fingers still grazing over her left breast. “.......” Zzzzzzz. “Phew.” Ichigo continued to “body inspect” his lieutenant, pulling open her robe carefully. The smell of booze was strong but once he released those tits out to breath, he could sniff lavender soap parading through the stench. “Jackpot.” Ichigo eyebrows freaked out on his forehead, viewing naked bare boobies so perfectly symmetrical. Rangiku nipples were soft and plushy, Ichigo took his time poking them. Whatever booze she decided to drink this day couldn’t have been better for Captain Kurosaki, she felt none of the molestation going on right now. He even took a bold move of smothering his face inside her cleavage. “Oooooh yeeeeaaah, they are bigger than Orihime too. This will be fun.” Traversing his nose carefully between her tits he kissed the soft fluffiness surrounding each orb. Sticking a tongue out he tasted her skin, smacking his lips hungrily. “Mmm, you’re making my mouth water, you taste so freaking good.”

    Ichigo took both hands and groped her delicious mounds, swarming his dirty perverted mitts around the baggage and pressing them smoothly together. “So soft and prude. I wonder if Hitsugaya ever played with these before.” Ichigo talking to himself at this point he had to stop and think *” Wait a minute, what am I doing?! Orihime would be pissed if she saw me. Curse you dad and your perverted genetics rubbing off on me!”* Ichigo fastened up her robe and stood up. “Enough is enough. I’ll just clean up this room instead.” For half an hour, Ichigo cleaned out his private office. On one hand, he was happy he finished but in the other was Rangiku missing sandal. From the size of it, she had a medium size foot, he could see the size 9 tag mark inside. From the weight of the shoe, it felt light in his hand, but a mysterious second voice started crawling behind Ichigo consciousness. “Sn…” Feeling a twitch in his preoccupied hand, Ichigo head began to ring with a grimacing mantra. “Sn...if…Sniiiiii...fff... SNIF...SNIFFF!” A shallow voice that grew impatient with Ichigo stalling. It’s as if the voice understood what Ichigo desired to do but resisted.

    Ichigo closed his eyes trying to recollect what the voice was saying, it sounded familiar but it was speaking an unusual tongue. Before he could open his eyes, Rangiku worn-out sandal pressed against the edge of his nose. It was too late to pull back, her scent was already slipping through his nostrils fueling his curiosity. Slips of drool came passing down the side of Ichigo lips, the intoxicating aroma made his face turn into a perverted scoundrel. “Oh man.” Ichigo said. For those who wished to know what Rangiku feet smell like, Ichigo would happily oblige for another sniff test. He embraced her sandal into his nose, and with a heavy sniff, he engaged his sense of smell another time. Dusty, mild stench filled socks, and a hint of vinegar was the mixed shroud of smells waving through his nose.

    He dropped the sandal and immediately grabbed his crotch, he could feel his Zanpakto throb. But it wouldn’t be his weapon because he left it on his desk, it was something more sinister and selfish. Ichigo fell to his knees trying to control himself, but whatever that was throbbing kept reminiscing Ichigo thoughts with that delightful foot odor. “Wor...ship...Worship...WORSHIP!” the voice growled as if it was angered. Ichigo head began to ache. “Ergh...get-out-of my head!” He muttered hunching over slightly. “WHO ARE YOU TRYING TO FOOL HERE! Me?! I’m you! I know you like feet! So worship hers already!” Ichigo eyes flashed open gasping for air. He knew that voice undoubtedly now. But what made it so frightening is that the Hollow inside him was right. Ichigo had a secret foot fetish that he told no one about. However, this moment was golden for him to exploit it which is why his Hollow form steered him on.

     Rangiku body still appearing unconscious was laid flat on her back. Ichigo crept on his knees over towards her and stopped before her feet. With caution, he tended to her tabi socks first, pinching his fingers into the smooth cotton, he jerked the sock off her left foot. From beneath he could see her redden heel and her soft white arch loosening through the material. Each long-lasting second made Ichigo heart beat swiftly. Why has Rangiku stopped snoring? Ichigo kept thinking as the cotton sock made it to her toes and he politely wedged it off. Rangiku toes were painted in French rose pink, a fitting color for someone as high maintenance as she was.

    Ichigo curled the tabi sock in a ball and brushed it across his nose, the scent was two times heavier than the sandal. That quick refresher made him eager to go on, as he performed the same ritual to her opposite foot. Now Rangiku was barefoot, completely at Ichigo mercy. His stomach coiled from anticipation and motioned his head down towards the tip of her toes. “Lick those toes!…” Ichigo stuck out his tongue and obediently listened to his inner thoughts. Polishing his red velvet tongue over her toenails, leaving a small cue of saliva resting on the knuckle of her toes. Now that his sense of smell and taste collaborated, he felt the beast between his legs awaken. The bittersweet bland taste from Rangiku toes made Ichigo tongue wiggle.

    Stretching his lips open he began to suck stewardly onto each toe, spooning his tongue underneath to massage the soft flesh. Wet sloshing noises could be heard as he went to sample another toe. Once he finished with one, his drool began to sink between each set of toes, cruising down slowly to her arches. Would it be crazy to continue? Or stop while he’s ahead? Ichigo contemplated while surfing between Rangiku toes, and began kissing the ball of her feet. All this foot-pampering was beyond normal comprehension. On the opposite side, Rangiku could feel a lukewarm tickle batter at her soles, which made her jitter in her sleep. She was still exhausted from drinking the day away, but that tickling sensation kept building to where she kicked out nudging Ichigo in his nose. From what her foot felt she could sense something beneath her was alive, not taking any chances Rangiku opened her eyes at long last.

    Ichigo panicked once he witnessed Rangiku sitting up rubbing her eyes. waking up. “Mmm..ahmm..h-uh? Hey, I remember you, your names Ichigo right?. Guh my head hurts.” Rubbing her head to ease the hangover, Ichigo gave a relieved sigh that he wasn’t caught. “Y-Yeah that’s me. Funny how I found you this way, it’s a long story actu-” I see you cleaned up the place, I stopped when Captain Hitsugaya left us..” Rangiku frowned, wobbling to stand up. “Where are my sandals? Or my socks?” she wiggled her toes against the tatami mat confused. “See that’s a long story, I found you buried underneath a bunch of garbage.” Rangiku eyebrows raised but then she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. “It happens, doesn’t explain my shoes being missing but, I don’t plan on doing much today anyway.” She found herself sitting on a beanbag to relax folding her hands behind her head. Before Ichigo could utter another word, he felt sorry for her but also for the Gotei 13, they need a dependable lieutenant. Everyone's has a job to do if one apple spoils it will ruin the whole bunch. Ichigo had to do something, and that’s when the voice in his head shouted some mischievous words “Tie her up.”

Part I END