Tales of the Chore Boy

“Ah, Hanataro, there you are. I’ve been looking for you.” Lady Unohana spoke from across the Fourth Division common room. The boy was obviously quite startled by the sound of his own name and turned around quickly, gripping the handle of his broom like some sort of weapon; it had been about half a week since his encounter with Nemu Kurotsuchi, and he kept feeling eyes on the back of his head. When he saw his Captain, however, he lowered his guard; she was one of the few females he felt safe near.

“Lady Unohana, what can I do for you?” He asked, smiling softly as he returned to sweeping the area around him, albeit slowly and careful to avoid kicking up dirt; he didn’t want to get his Captain’s robes dirty, after all.

“You’ve been assigned a very important mission, Hanataro. In fact, this is easily one of the most important ones we’ve had in a good while. Are you prepared for this?” She said, a quite serious look on her face; this made Hanataro drop his broom and salute, dropping the grin from his own face.

“Yes, Lady Unohana, I am!” He said, hand still resting on his forehead; Lady Unohana nodded slightly.

“Very well then. Hanataro, your mission is…” The anticipation was killing him. Finally, the chance to do something worthwhile! And maybe he’d even get the next day off for doing a job well done, something the Captain was fairly famous for handing out.

“To deliver a birthday cake to Captain Soifon of the Second Division.” Lady Unohana was grinning like a wolf as Hanataro face-faulted, his hopes dashed in what he had to admit was a pretty funny fashion.

“W-we make cakes, Lady Unohana?”

“And deliver, it seems. Well, what can you do? We’ve got something around a ten to one female to male ratio in the Division, and as it happens, some are very accomplished pastry chefs.” With that, she turned and began walking, gesturing for Hanataro to follow; he did, clutching his broom like a security blanket.

“Now, the cake is to go directly to Soifon, not to her Lieutenant, not to the fourth seat, but to her directly. Just ask for directions when in the compound, they will point you in the right direction.” At the front of the Fourth Division compound stood a table-sized trolley with a human-sized mound of very greatly stylized cake sitting atop it; if the wind were blowing almost at all, the giant confection probably would have fallen.

“Wow, looks yummy… what kinda cake is it, Lady Unohana?” He asked, looking it over; he contemplated taking a steal of the vanilla icing to get a taste, but figured he’d probably get a sore hand for his troubles. Lady Unohana thought about it for a minute, and then giggled into her hand.

“Oh, chocolate. Now, get going! We don’t want the day to pass before we get the cake to her!” Waving and walking away, Hanataro was sure he could hear his Captain giggling again. Shrugging, Hanataro put his hands on the trolley, then pushed… and then had to push harder.

“Wow, heavy…” Visibly exerting himself, he managed to start getting the cake moving; within half an hour, he was at the Second Division Compound and found himself being awaited. The guards at the gates didn’t even seem to look at him before opening the gate for him, both staring straight ahead. After meeting another of the Second within the gates, he managed to get some instructions toward the Captain’s quarters; he was there in minutes, slightly sweaty from pushing the too-heavy cake and trolley so far. Once at the door, he knocked and waited; after several seconds, he heard her voice.

“The door is open.” Blinking, he turned the trolley around and opened the double-doors wide before pulling his luggage in; Soifon looked up in surprise. “What the hell is that? Aren’t you from the Fourth Division?”

“Um, yes ma’am, I am…” He pulled the cake fully into the room before turning to her and bowing. “My name is Hanataro Yamada, and I was instructed by Lady Unohana to deliver this cake to you. Also, happy birthday!” She blinked at him a few times before standing up from her desk and walking over to him and the cake; apparently, before sitting to do some paperwork, she had been training in the powerful art of Flash Cry, because she was wearing her infamously revealing body-hugging uniform, making him blush slightly and look away. She didn’t seem to mind, however, walking right up next to him and plucking a small card from the side of the cake.

“’To Captain Soifon of the Second Division: Happy Birthday! Love, a secret admirer’?” She blinked at the card, and then glared at Hanataro over it. “I demand to know who ordered this cake; you have ten seconds to tell me.” Hanataro cried out and waved his arms back and forth, trying to ward off an incoming attack

“Idunnowasn’ttoldpleasedon’tkillme!” Apparently, his shrill cry is the key that makes chaos happen, because it did. Before Soifon could take a menacing step toward him, the cake behind Hanataro blew up in a hail of vanilla icing, chocolate cake, and a shrill cry of ‘Happy Birthday!’, making him scream in fear and fly into the air, landing in Soifon’s surprised arms as they both stared at the ex-cake. In it’s remnants stood a tall, mocha-skinned goddess covered in the cake that once was, mouth in a wicked grin and her arms wide, displaying her mostly-naked body, with well placed icing covering her nipples and crotch; Soifon and Hanataro were gaping wide-eyed as Yoruichi Shihouin winked at them.

“Aw, Soifon, so there is a man in your life now! I always wondered when you were going to get someone… and what a cutie, too!” As she realized she was still holding the boy, Soifon unceremoniously dropped Hanataro, who yelped before hitting the ground, and blushed hard.

“Yoruichi, what the hell are you doing?” Her hands were clasped into fists and here eyes were squeezed closed; this was an incredible surprise, and no doubt things would have gone very differently had Hanataro not been present; as it stood however, she didn’t know exactly what to do. Yoruichi huffed and flicked some cake-littered purple hair from her face.

“Aw, Soifon, aren’t you happy to see me?” She asked innocently, grinning like the devil-cat she was when she slowly stepped over Hanataro to pull Soifon into a gentle embrace and a very deep kiss; Hanataro groaned because he chose that moment to open his eyes, and caught an ant’s eye view of everything Yoruichi. Said cake-coated woman grinned and broke the kiss, looking down at him.

“Like what you see, little boy?” He didn’t think his eyes had ever snapped shut faster before in his life. Alas, it was too late; he suddenly felt two hands grab his collar and yank him to his feet before twirling him about; the two arms encircled the upper half of his chest, two lips rested against his left ear, and Yoruichi’s chest was pressing against his back.

“Isn’t he just adorable, Soifon? I think we should keep him. Like I said, you need a man in your life… and in you.” At the add-on, Hanataro felt his legs start to give out beneath him and he heard Soifon inhale deeply; he was worried he’d be the target of her ire should she suddenly explode. What he didn’t expect, however, was her response; he suddenly felt another body, this one still clothed, albeit only slightly, pressing against his front.

“If you say so, Mistress Shihouin.” The small Captain suddenly caught his lips, pressing further into him, her hands traveling over his sides before reaching Yoruichi’s hips and caressing them; Yoruichi seemed to purr in his ear as she slowly licked him.

“Lucky, lucky boy. Now, Hanataro, you have to remember that my being here is our… little… secret.” With the final word, her hand slithered down his front and groped his crotch, making him gasp into Soifon’s kiss. He moaned softly as her fingers squeezed and rubbed in sequence, the feeling exquisite even through the cloth of his pants. He heard Soifon whimper in want before pressing herself against Yoruichi’s hand as well, grinding her crotch against Yoruichi’s hand, making her squeeze him that much harder.

“Soifon, behave.” Yoruichi admonished sweetly, her teeth catching Hanataro’s ear and nibbling softly as her left hand began undoing his shirt; Soifon whimpered again, the pressure of her body releasing him slightly as she broke the kiss with him. When she pulled away, he saw her blushing a bright red as she avoided looking directly at him; by Yoruichi’s statements, it seemed she’d never been with a male, making this about as embarrassing for her as it was for him.

“Soifon, while I love the skimpy suit, I want you to get out of it; I think dear Hanataro would like to see your beautiful little body. Isn’t that right, Hana?” She asked sweetly, her left hand abandoning his now loose shirt to grip his jaw and make him nod slightly, her cat-grin still wide on her face. He blushed at her shortening of his name, and she blushed as she reached behind her head to begin undoing the top of the one-piece suit that left her legs and shoulders bare; when the cloth fell to the ground, both he and Yoruichi drank in her sight. She was by no means as well endowed as Yoruichi, or some other Shinigami for that matter, but it worked very well with her petite build; he could feel that what she didn’t have in size she more than made up for in strength, speed, and general power.

“Ooh, I think he likes you, Soifon.” He cried out as her hand suddenly dived into his pants, gripping his erection and squeezing none too gently; Soifon’s blush spread with a smile, and she took a step from the pool of very-small cloth and reached her hands out to spread the top of his robes, revealing his bare chest. She pushed the cloth off of him and pressed herself against him again, skin on skin as she gave him another sweet kiss, Yoruichi urging her on by slowly stroking her back with her left hand; her right released his throbbing member and loosened his pants, making them and his boxers fall to the ground as he returned Soifon’s kiss eagerly. After a few seconds, Yoruichi’s hands gripped the hair of both of them and pulled them apart, smiling at their cries.

“Now, my kittens, why don’t you help mother clean?” She purred again, suddenly pressing both of them against her chest; Soifon didn’t hesitate for a minute, her lips and tongue covering and caressing Yoruichi’s left breast. Hanataro, on the other hand, only began slowly kissing rather hesitantly. While Soifon was taking both flesh and cake into her mouth in copious amounts, Hanataro was only starting to pick up the pace, with Yoruichi’s squeezing hands urging him on. She moaned in delight as her two pets, one from old and one brand new, were cleaning her in the most fantastic way. Her hand suddenly pulled him off of her breast, making him gasp slightly; he wanted back, but didn’t want to risk acting against the hand holding his hair in a death grip.

“Hanataro, knees.” When her hand pushed down on his head, he got the message, dropping to his knees almost immediately. Yoruichi pulled Soifon off of her other breast and pulled her into a deep kiss, letting the smaller Shinigami press against her, keeping only a small area of them separated, directly in front of Hanataro; when Yoruichi’s leg arched around and pulled his face between their barely-meeting sexes, he understood what was wanted of him. Placing his hands on each of their back ends for support, he began slowly licking at the slits of the two women, both of which began moaning gently; feeling brave, he pressed them closer together at the waist so that he could catch them both in the same lick, mocha skin meeting pale white and being connected by the shy boy’s hungry tongue.

When Yoruichi’s thigh gently pushed him slightly closer toward Soifon, he again got her message and began focusing mostly on the quivering shorter girl, her moans and whimpers becoming more urgent as she pressed into Yoruichi’s kiss deeper, eyes squeezed shut. When his tongue caught the small button sitting atop her snatch, she broke the kiss and cried out quite loudly, her back arching as she released herself into his mouth and over his face, her entire body shivering in delight. When she finished riding her orgasm, she panted hard and clutched onto Yoruichi’s shoulders for support, her legs weak; Hanataro idly wondered how long it had been since she had been pleased so.

Both Soifon and Hanataro gave small ‘eep’s of shock when Yoruichi suddenly picked up the smaller girl, resting her hands on the smaller woman’s ass as she pivoted slightly, pressing her own slit against Hanataro’s face. She had lifted Soifon enough so that, while Soifon’s cunt was against her taut belly, the dark-skinned woman could easily begin licking and nipping at the other’s small breasts, making Soifon moan in renewed vigor; knowing his duty, Hanataro placed both his hands on Yoruichi’s hips before burying his face in her, his tongue delving into her depths and probing about, caressing and prodding everything within her it could. Her delighted moans were muffled by Soifon’s almost flat chest, her teeth grazing and her tongue flicking first one nipple, then the other. Soifon’s cries of pleasure, however, were not so disrupted. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy as she pressed her chest against her mistress’s face, her crotch rubbing against Yoruichi’s stomach as her legs wrapped tightly around Yoruichi’s midsection.

With several more thrusts, Yoruichi let out a very loud ‘meow’ as her sex juices mingled with Soifon’s over his face, his mouth catching what it could and drinking it deep; as she came, Yoruichi couldn’t stop herself from biting down roughly on one of Soifon’s breasts, bruising the sensitive nipple instantly; the smaller woman couldn’t hold back and cried out again, her second orgasm hitting her hard in less than five minutes from her first, her own liquids running down Yoruichi’s stomach to her crotch, where Hanataro was able to lick it up all over again; he almost reached his own peak simply from the aphrodisiac-like taste of the mingling females. Yoruichi moaned softly, panting and nuzzling Soifon’s chest as she waited for her head to clear again; once it did, she gingerly set Soifon back down on her feet, grinning again.

“Hana, bed. Lie on your back, and keep your feet on the floor.” Hanataro blushed and did as told, gulping gently as he laid back, keeping his legs dangling off the side of the bed, his erection pointing straight up to the sky; Yoruichi purred loudly at the sight, and Soifon looked away in embarrassment, slightly flushed. The still-purring dark skinned goddess lead Soifon to him, then smiled as she lowered the less experienced woman to her knees, joining her before Hanataro’s exposed self.

“Now, Soifon, I’m going to teach you how to do to him what he just did for us; aren’t I a kind mistress?” Soifon nodded softly, voicing her agreement, now staring in silent awe at Hanataro’s manhood. Said boy gasped gently when Yoruichi’s silky soft hand again caressed his length, making him shiver softly.

“Do as I do, Soifon, and let’s see what noises our little boy will make.” Rather than do as he expected, Yoruichi lowered her head and gently kissed not his length, but his right testicle, making him moan gently in response; before waiting for her little apprentice to mimic her, she gave the orb first a lick, then drew it into her mouth, purring heavily as she suckled and tugged very gently; when Soifon copied her, Hanataro gave a strangled yelp, groaning in glee. Smirking at how close they had already brought him, Yoruichi used her right hand to gently tip Soifon’s head upward, tilting her own head in the same fashion before sucking harder, attacking his ball with her tongue, her teeth gently grazing the skin; like a volcano before two worshipping maidens, Hanataro erupted in a loud moan. Just as Yoruichi expected, several surprisingly large shots fired into the air before being caught by their faces; when she was certain he had spent himself, she released him and purred heavily, licking her lightly coated lips before taking a look at her small companion and grinning; Soifon seemed to have caught the most of the mess, her cheeks and lips coated in the essence of Hanataro. Rather than let the girl clean herself, Yoruichi gripped the other’s hands and stood with her, pulling her over Hanataro.

Hanataro blushed at the sight he created; without speaking a word, Yoruichi leaned forward and dragged her tongue across Soifon’s right cheek, collecting as much of his cum as she could on her tongue before taking it into her mouth, and then engaging the covered girl in a very deep kiss; Soifon moaned in delight at Hanataro’s taste, and Yoruichi purred at the sound of the pleased woman. When she broke the kiss, she put her hand on Soifon’s clean cheek and pushed the girl’s head down to Hanataro’s face; blushing, he then repeated her action on her left cheek, and then gave her his own kiss. When the kiss broke, the two of them panted gently, hugging each other and resting their heads together.

“Now then, my little kittens, how about we get to the real fun, hm?” Instead of waiting for an answer, Yoruichi licked the both of them in the face before disappearing from sight. Soifon suddenly cried out in surprise as her mistress’s hands lifted her hips and spread her legs slowly, her fingers slowly massaging the young woman’s slit as Yoruichi positioned her above Hanataro’s again-raging length. It was Hanataro’s turn to cry out in surprised ecstasy when, rather than moving another hand to steady him, her lips wrapped halfway around his length at the midsection, her tongue caressing him as her mouth kept him steady; both male and female moaned in unison when Hanataro’s head was suddenly wrapped in Soifon’s warm entrance.

Rather than continue in the slow speed she was, she surprised the both of them again when Yoruichi’s hands came up to rest on Soifon’s rear end and shoved her down onto his length with no gentleness. Soifon cried out in surprise, not because her maidenhood had been taken, as Yoruichi had introduced her early on to toys slightly larger than Hanataro was, but because of the significant difference between Hanataro’s hot tool and the chilled prosthetics Yoruichi had used on her. His living, throbbing mass was infinitely more pleasurable than anything she had inside her prior to this day, and she came to realize that she was probably going to be very addicted to this boy over the next few hours, if not minutes.

As Yoruichi set the pace for the couple’s energetic dance, her lips lowered and again wrapped around Hanataro’s sack, this time both orbs taken into her eagerly awaiting mouth. The combined warmth and tightness of the two women made Hanataro cry out in surprise, panting hard as Yoruichi’s tongue and teeth pleased his testicles, her hands caressing Soifon’s ass as she forced the woman down on the boy, leaving her with little to do but cry out in pleasure; her cries got louder when the shorter male lifted his head up and began suckling on her left breast, making her cries quiver loudly; when they both came deep inside and all over each other, Yoruichi did not permit them to stop, her pace picking up if anything else. She released Hanataro from her mouth and began licking the juices that spilled from inside of the woman, both his and hers, licking them both out of her entrance and off of his length. She purred at the sounds of their mixed joy, grinning as she made the licks slower and rougher, difficult since she didn’t have her cat’s tongue… but, one does with what they have.

Slowly and gently she removed Hanataro from the panting and tired Soifon, smirking at how quickly her protégé had been spent by this boy. When Hanataro tried to sit up, Yoruichi immediately pressed down on his chest, purring as she grinned over him.

“You didn’t think you were finished, did you? Mm, no, I think she can please you once more… don’t you agree, Soifon?” The young Captain panted in ragged breathes, either not quite understanding or hearing her mistress. When Yoruichi retrieved a small pill from a bottle within a small purse she had hiding beneath the bed, Soifon gulped gently. She knew the pill would give her a new boost of energy, at least enough for one more tryst; before she could consider much else, Yoruichi had popped the pill into her own mouth and gave Soifon a deep kiss, feeding her the pill while getting Hanataro interested all over again. Almost immediately Soifon felt the results, her kiss with Yoruichi deepening right away; it seemed as though they were intent on eating each other’s tongues.

Soifon suddenly broke the kiss and cried out as Yoruichi’s hand crept down to her slit, a finger slipping into her and easily rolling about, collecting the mixed beings of Hanataro and Soifon. When her now quite slick finger left Soifon’s insides, the smaller girl whimpered gently, pressing herself against Yoruichi, begging for more attention. Instead of returning to her womanhood, Yoruichi’s finger slipped down and past her legs, catching Soifon by surprise as it slowly rubbed the still wet cum over her anus; when the finger jabbed into her, Soifon arched her back and cried out in surprise, the digit roaming around but not quite hitting anything, simply exploring her, making her feel slightly violated. Yoruichi grinned at Hanataro above Soifon’s head.

“Now watch, Hana. See how easy it is to manipulate the dear girl?” With that, she altogether withdrew from the shivering, moaning girl. Soifon cried out in protest, sitting up and crawling toward Yoruichi, who had moved a little ways away from her. Soifon, it seemed, knew what to do to get her mistress to please her again; rather than await commands, she lowered herself to begin licking at Yoruichi’s snatch, causing the older woman to moan happily. As Soifon began eating her mistress out, Yoruichi beckoned toward Hanataro.

“Come now, Hana. It’s your turn to see how tight she can really be.” Gulping, Hanataro blushed and got on his knees, making his way to the seemingly oblivious Soifon. He placed his hands on either of her hips, and when she didn’t react, he pressed himself against her rear entrance. She seemed to moan in anticipation, and her slick hole practically sucked him into her; in seconds, he was half way into her and having to bite his lip to keep from screaming out. When his waist met her soft rump, he shuddered gently in pleasure, and she moaned in likewise, face still buried in the kitten’s pussy. Yoruichi, too, moaned pleasantly, pressing herself further against Soifon’s face as Hanataro began slowly pulling out of her; before he had completely retracted from her, he immediately thrust back in, groaning heavily as he did. With his thrust, Soifon cried out into Yoruichi; this, in turn, caused Yoruichi to cry out and rub herself against Soifon’s face.

At the feeling of being used like she was, Soifon couldn’t help but whimper in pleased pain and ecstasy. After several moments, Hanataro’s thrusting became more frantic, and he started panting for air. Soifon could feel Yoruichi lean forward over her, Hanataro doing the same; their kiss made him thrust harder several times, making her lick her mistress with so much more urgency; when she finally hit Yoruichi’s G-Spot, Hanataro gave his final thrust and filled her once again, Yoruichi and Hanataro’s cries of ecstasy mixing with her feelings of humiliation and subservience, bringing her to her own end. When her orgasm finally ended, fatigue hit her like a wall, and she immediately passed out, still connecting Yoruichi and Hanataro with the entirety of her body. Yoruichi panted and smiled to Hanataro, reaching out and slowly stroking his flushed cheek, his own breathing ragged.

“So, Hana, did you enjoy our time tonight?” Smiling gently, Hanataro nodded slowly, unable to form words just yet; he had already grown used to the new nickname. “Good. I’m going to be away for a while, Hana, so you’re going to need to take care of her for me. Understood? If you behave, my little kitten, I just might give you a big reward when I come back.” She smiled as Hanataro fell asleep nodding, and purred to herself, slowly extracting herself from Soifon, but leaving the other two connected in blissful sleep.

Walking slowly across the room, Yoruichi stopped just long enough to collect some cake remnants from the trolley to her finger. Once she reached the camera she had Soifon set up in the far corner of the room, the leaned in front of the lens and slowly sucked her finger clean before winking at the camera.

“We owe you, Rangiku. This was a very good idea after all. I’ll be certain to pay you back… you know you’ll love it.” With a wink, a blown kiss, and a grin, Yoruichi shut off the camera, retrieved some clothes she kept in Soifon’s dresser, and went on her way with the camera under an arm, whistling innocently as she walked.