Rangiku comforts Orihime

Yes, the first part of this story is almost a transcription of the real scene.

"How's the temperature?" Orihime Inoue asked, sitting right outside her bathroom. She was wearing a loose pink top and burgundy sweatpants. Her forehead and her left arm were bandaged after their first encounter with Yammy and Ulquiorra. But she was feeling better. Or at least she thought so.

"It's perfect!" Rangiku Matsumoto replied form inside as she was taking a bath. "It's a little small, but..."

Orihime smiled a little.

"I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry, it's great!" Rangiku corrected herself almost immediately. She could tell, just from Orihime's voice. There was some sadness in her. The soul reaper could sense it behind her lively facade. "So... Why are you so somber?"

"What? Am I?" Orihime replied nervously.

"Talk to me." Commanded Rangiku. "I'll listen."

"B-but I... I'm fine, I..."

Orihime went silent, but Rangiku knew she wasn't really avoiding the topic. She was just gathering her courage to talk about it.

"Rukia... Is really amazing, isn't she?" She said after a long pause. "With just one kick, she snapped Ichigo out of her funk. She'd been feeling down for quite a while. I'm... I'm a bad person. I thought I just wanted Ichigo to be happy, but now Rukia's back and she cheered up Ichigo. I should be happy, but... but I'm jealous of her."

Orihime hugged herself and teared up. Rangiku could hear the stress in her voice.

"She's so kind... So strong... So beautiful... I love her for cheering up Ichigo, so why do I feel this way? I don't feel this way when I'm with her, but when I come home and I'm alone... J-just listen to me... I'm being a total witch..."

The door to the shower slid, and Rangiku stepped out, looking down at Orihime. The human girl had a beautiful view of that gorgeous woman. The soul reaper was much taller than her, with an extremely attractive face, full lips, huge breasts, curvy hips and a cock resting between her thighs. She was still completely soaked, and her normally puffy and wavy blond hair was weighed down by water and was sticking to her back. Orihime's eyes went up and down her whole body several times.

"Ms... Rangiku?"

The woman basically jumped over her and started tickling her sides, making Orihime laugh uncontrollably for a long time. When she stopped, Orihime's top had been pulled up, showing a bit of her white bra. Her clothes were all soaked from Rangiku's bath, and the soul reaper's naked chest was gently pressed against the young human's.

"Silly. You're such a fool. You have no reason to be jealous." Rangiku said. Orihime didn't know if her voice was sweet or seductive. "Ichigo's just a girl who can barely stand on her own. She needs both of you right now. Anyway, what's so bad about jealousy?"

Even Rangiku's ash-colored eyes were so pretty, but even then Orihime looked away.

"They're probably... making love right now. At Ichigo's place."

"Yes. So what?" Rangiku smiled "Look at yourself. You're doing your best to deal with your feelings. Yes, Ichigo might be fucking Rukia really hard. Wow, she's so small, Ichigo's so tall, it must be amazing to watch that pounding... But here you are. Facing your feelings and trying to accept them. Because you're good, Orihime."

The human girl teared up a little bit, but Rangiku didn't stop there.

"And you know what can make you feel even better?"

She didn't wait any longer and pressed her full lips against Orihime's. In fact, she pressed her whole wet, naked body against Orihime's. The human girl was shocked, and at first didn't move. Then she kissed her back. Then she pushed her away and scuttled out of the bathroom and into the hall.

"W-wait! Mis Rangiku, wait!" Orihime was blushing hard, pressing her back against the wall as she watched Rangiku crawl on all fours towards her. Her huge breasts look so amazing dangling and jiggling to her every moment, and her futa cock was getting harder and harder.

"What's wrong? Rukia cheered Ichigo up, and now I am cheering you up. Nothing wrong with some friendly... passion."

Rangiku was soon on top of Orihime once again. Their faces were dangerously close.

"I'm not sure... Ichigo... She and I... We..."

"Ichigo will stuff Rukia with her cum." Rangiku's voice was serious, but not aggressive. "Why can't you do that same thing?"

Rangiku pulled Orihime's soaking wet top over her head, and, more carefully, over her injured arm. The girl's boobs were almost as big as Rangiku's, and the bra that was holding them back was struggling for its life.

"Oh, my. You're a good, gorgeous girl." Rangiku whispered. Orihime kept looking away, as if she were able to see Ichigo's bedroom from her house. She could easily imagine her friend railing Rukia hard. And Rukia would be taking Ichigo's futa cock so well. How come Orihime could not take some futa cock?

"Yes. I... I am, aren't I?" She said finally, and looked back at Rangiku. "Wait... When did you take my pants off?"

Rangiku laughed, almost like a villain, as she was throwing Orihime's soaking wet sweatpants away. She had also managed to snatch her white panties from her wide hips.

"Soul Reaper tricks." She joked. She went in for another kiss. Orihime hesitated a bit, but this time she ended up kissing her back more passionately. She closed her eyes and felt Rangiku's hands expertly exploring her back and unhooking her white bra. She carefully slid it away, and soon those two sets of huge breasts were rubbing and pressing against each other.

The human girl was focusing so much on the intense kiss and on the sensation of Rangiku's tits, that she paid no mind to the reaper's strong hands spreading her legs and raising her hips a little. Then she felt something really hard pushing inside her.

"Ah... Ms Rangiku..."

"I know you are still thinking of her. Of Ichigo. That's fine. We are just having fun." Rangiku reassured her with a big, warm smile. "You are free to think of her if you want."

"Thank you..."

"You're a good girl, Orihime. So good!"

Rangiku pushed her cock deep inside her. Orihime felt nothing but bliss. She wrapped Rangiku's body with her arms and legs, and let the soul reaper fuck her at whatever pace she wanted. Orihime still cried a little, but she was feeling so good, pleasure distracted her from sadness.

Would Ichigo be making love with Rukia? She thought. Maybe Ichigo would be extra careful with her. Extra slow, extra gentle, extra loving. They would end the night lying in rose petals, hugging tightly. Or maybe she would fuck her hard, like a beast, for hours on end, making her cum over and over. They would end up with a completely broken bed that could not resist Ichigo's powerful thrusts.

The soul reaper was enjoying Orihime's clinginess, and understood her feelings. She knew a little sex would make her feel much better, although it would not fix the underlying issue. That was fine. She was still fucking a babe of a human, though, so what was the problem? Rangiku held her Orihime tightly, as if they had loved each other for years. Her thrusts were hard, but controlled. Rhythmic and calculated. And very, very delicious to Orihime.

"I... I'm..."

"Me to, girl" Rangiku said, as she was feeling Orihime's inside tightening and shivering in pleasure. Her futa cock was also throbbing, ready to shoot.

"Oh...!! Oh, I'm cumming!! Ichigo!"

"Orihime!!"

Rangiku thrusted much harder as her penis pulsed and let out several shots of an abundant, hot load. The ladies remained hugging and kissing for a long time, with Rangiku's cock still inside Orihime.

"I'm sorry... I said her name." Orihime didn't know exactly why, but having sex with Rangiku felt... comfortable. A little bit like home. As if she could do it with her anytime she was feeling down. It was... strange. But very welcomed.

"That's ok. I knew. You were picturing her, weren't you?"

Orihime nodded shyly.

"That's fine." Rangiku chuckled. "The night's still young. We can do another round if you'd like. But maybe now on your bed, and not the floor!"

Both ladies laughed, as they felt their friendship had grown stronger. And, as they walked into the bedroom, it was about to get even stronger.