Dec 1st: Bleach - Petplay

As soon as she got home from the shops, Orihime heard noises upstairs. Bed springs squeaking, hard thumps, and a lot of moaning with a feminine voice echoing throughout her home.

She quickly headed up, walking past the portraits of her with her husband and child, straight towards the marital room she’d shared with him for a few years now. Hearing only the woman's cries grow louder and louder as she approached the bedroom door.

Opening it up, she saw Ichigo slamming his dick repeatedly into another woman’s cunt.

“Oh! Is it that time of the month again?” Orihime gasped in shock. Quickly stripping off her skirt, hopping up onto the bed, shifting her panties to the side, and ramming the woman’s face into her crotch, “I’m sorry, time certainly seems to slip by these days!” She beamed as the dark skinned woman began lapping up the ginger’s pussy juice.

“It’s cool,” Ichigo smiled, leaning over and kissing his wife on the mouth lovingly as his hips pumped again and again. “You know how this one can be if we don’t play with her. Sorry I won’t get through the chore list today.” Ichigo had a lot of work to do this Sunday. He’d been given a long list of chores that had to be done, and as a good husband he wanted to help out where he could without grumbling. But as soon as their pet walked through the window he knew his day would be completely dominated by dominating her. And his wife knew it too, waving off his apology with a growing blushing face.

“Oh, don’t apologise h-honey!” She gasped, squeezing her plushy thighs together as their pet dug quite deep with her tongue, “Let’s just have fun while she’s here, okay?”

With an eager smile and a slap to the soft bouncy butt in front of him as confirmation, the two set to work.

Cause if they didn’t, Yoruichi would become quite catty.

It had happened so long ago neither of them really remembered how it started. Yoruichi had started hanging around their house as an actual cat, seemingly refusing to speak and pretending to be quite attached to their son, Kazui. They’d confronted her, but all the woman did was transform into her naked form and sleep at the end of their marital bed. They’d tried to lock her out, but every time the lady Shihōin would find her way in. Eventually lying atop the pair or attempting to lick one or both their genitals while they slept.

Urahara had advised them against trying to go against Yoruichi. When the woman was determined on something, there was no budging her stubbornness. That at the end of the day… Yoruichi really just wanted to be treated like an animal. A very strange masochistic fantasy that Urahara and Yoruichi had shared, but had gotten the better of her and became her reality. Though maybe it was just by choice, given how much her coy smile still spread across her lips.

The married pair had decided to just embrace the chaos and began ‘petting’ Yoruichi more. Orihime started it all off with just simple tummy rubs and head pats, stuff she’d really wanted to do to a real cat but couldn’t because of her allergies. But the woman had clearly crossed the line at some point when Ichigo walked in on her getting rimmed by the catgirl and orgasming atop her work out equipment. So what did Ichigo do? Well the only thing he could. He did some pet training, practically skull fucking the usually dignified woman while she purred in satisfaction around his cock.

It had sparked something rather animalistic between the Kurosakis. They’d talked about it, realised they were both fine with the new spice, and proceeded to get into the roleplay. Treating Yoruichi to a lot of very fun nights of raw sex, hard poundings, and most importantly: ‘petting’. That was what they called all the various massages and teasings that they gave the busty woman as she kept them engaged with only her whenever she entered their lives. No matter how much you'd bully her cunt and turn her into a twitching mess of nerves, the cat would always spring up again too soon afterwards and demand more pettings or food or whatever her heart desired. It was far too difficult to deny her as well, the way she purred while in the afterglow was almost enough for them to start up the sex again. Often turning their antics into entire weekends of rutting.

The kinkiness just increased from there. Getting her a collar and leash to walk around with when she entered the house. Making sure to have a few ‘treats’ around for her when she did something good (the treats were either a nice set of vibrating anal beads to insert into her, or a condom full of Ichigo's cum on standby). And a few punishments were prepared as well (mostly spankings or nipple clamps), like when she landed a disembodied hollow’s head on their shoes.

Their lives just sort of improved with Yoruichi around. Their son never really knew about her other form, Kazui was spending too much of his time with Ichika through most days. And he'd apparently grown up to be too 'cool' to play with the cat when he found out it was a girl cat, which suited the others just fine.

Orihime loved sharing Ichigo’s new found roughness with him. Their sex life wasn’t stale before Yoruichi, but it certainly spiced up a lot with her. She’d never have had a woman licking her like this before, but right now she just wanted to shove her rough tongue even deeper into her pussy while the cat lapped up as much juice as the mother could leak. Ichigo was obviously enjoying it as well. Yoruichi’s body was so tight and firm, and her pussy was almost always hot and wet whenever he grabbed her tail and shoved her to the ground. It wasn’t even a competition between the two women in his life. Sure, she could bend further than Orihime, but the real benefits was what roughly fucking their pet did to his wife. Maybe Yoruichi released some animalistic pheromones, but Orihime was just so eager to fuck him after roughly ramming into whichever of Yoruichi’s holes he’d wanted to. A perfect little sex kitten to nut into before coming back and loving his eager wife even harder. And all Yoruichi would do was purr and watch, curl into a ball to sleep, or join in with the fun. The sexy Shihōin was just a complete slut, eager to bring everyone down to her level.

“GggHH!” Ichigo’s face was contorted as his cum shot streak after streak out his tip. The hot jism filled the container quickly, while also splashing onto Yoruichi’s thick bubblebutt as well. He then moved the bowl around, placing it on the bed near to their current leakages. “There you go, whenever you want dinner.”

Yoruichi roughly shoved her tongue as far and as rapidly back and forth into Orihime’s pussy as she could. The change in tempo made the wife shudder and cum rather quickly, splashing her juices over the pet who licked her lips eagerly. Then moving on to her next meal, she shoved her face into the bowl reading ‘Food’ that Ichigo had put down. Splashing cascading cum over the edge as she practically inhaled the soul reaper’s semen. Licking and gulping up as much as she could while his manly stench invaded her very being. Her dark skin stained with white and clear juices as she brought her head up from her dinner. Tongue hanging low as the woman lazily lapped up the mess she’d made.

Just like a real cat, Yoruichi had zero exclusivity to Ichigo and Orihime.

She’d go around and be the pet to everyone and anyone in her life. The Shihōin woman was very happy to materialise in multiple different houses across the week, whichever her whims demanded on the day. She knew exactly who to go to for the various different types of play she’d grown accustomed to.

Yoruichi went to Chad’s house for deep and passionate fucking. The boxer had a huge cock but always managed to give a sense of gentleness when he actually petted the wandering cat-woman.

She went to Uryu’s house for a more dominating personality. The smart quincy tried his hardest to make Yoruichi cum as much as possible whenever she came round. Mostly with his ‘cat toys’ drawer. Multiple cat themed sex toys to help him treat Yoruichi how she wanted to be treated. It was a maths problem to him, pumping in the toys to her pussy and ass in the right way while also trying to get her to stay close enough to cumming so that she’d climax on his dick as soon as he shoved it in.

When she wanted an undying eagerness to lick her cunt, Yoruichi would visit Chizuru. The out and proud lesbian had found trouble in finding a partner around her area, so when a magical beautiful cat woman came into her life she’d not asked questions. All Chizuru would do would see the black cat enter her room and strip instantly, worshipping Yoruichi’s form when the naked dark skinned goddess transformed. Yoruichi just lying back and napping while happiness poured out of Chizuru’s tongue work.

Her adventures didn’t end at the human world either. Her long running friend Kukkaku loves when a black cat crosses her path, as that means she can use all the fun features that Urahara installed into her mechanical arm. Two in the pink and one in the stink, then set vibration to maximum to have Yoruichi howling like an actual alleycat. And after a few deeply satisfying orgasms, Yoruichi's dripping face was a much easier target to thrust between Kukkaku’s legs and treat her own cunt to the black woman’s slightly rough tongue.

It wasn’t as often, but Yoruichi would travel the whole of Soul Society when horny enough. And everyone had a different technique for dealing with her. From getting her slit wailed on by Kenpachi to seducing the science out of Mayuri. From teasingly taunting Byakuya to getting dominated by Unohana’s tentacles. Getting drunk with Kyōraku. Going on a blowbang tour with Matsumoto. Ukitake buttfucked her. Renji titfucked her. Rukia sat on her face. Each and every one a fun day out for the slutty cat.

Yoruichi only really made Soifon work for it.

Playing the coy cat whenever the blushing captain caught wind of her presence in Soul Society. Often keeping many of her peers pleasured while the dark haired woman patiently waited for her turn. Sometimes it came with caveats, like when Yoruichi dropped a vibrator on the woman’s desk before she’d gotten there with the note ‘keep it in all day, then I’ll play’. There was so, many, meetings for the poor Soifon had to sit through, with a watching Yoruichi fiddling with the controller and making the egg go brrrr. It was far too much for the captain, but she held out all day just to get a chance with her crush. And though she had to deal with the consequences of her actions when she was caught, to her it was very very worth it when the naked body of a goddess was lying across her desk. Soifon may have been a more gentle lover than what Yoruichi often wanted, but she surmised that getting the pampering treatment fit the cat role. Getting kissed from head to every toe, having her insides so thoroughly searched by Soifon’s fingers, and getting to see the blushing captain orgasm when black fingers even grazed her pussy was quite cute. Teasing Soifon was perhaps the best part of Soifon. Like when Yoruichi dropped the pretence and just came in with a strap-on one day to fuck the shit out of her while her entire squadron heard the deep moans from next door.

But like a real cat, Yoruichi did have one place she liked to call ‘home’. The one house that would always feed her, treat her well, take care of her, and perhaps pleasure her silly masochistic tendencies the most.

It was often the same scene. In the dead of night, she’d walk in through the always open window and find the man sat in his usual chair. Yoruichi would curl up on his lap, nuzzling her face into his crotch while her body just draped between his legs.

“Hey there, cat.” The man with a stripy hat smiled at her, even while her face nuzzled his hardness to life. “You still want some more milk?”

As his oversized cock sprung into her view, Yoruichi simply purred.