Back to Soul Society, Mayuri assembles his hivemind army

“There is no such thing as ‘limits’ when it comes to science… don’t you all agree?”

That question came from captain of the 12th Division in Soul Society, Mayuri Kurotsuchi – better known as the mad scientist, though he would highly prefer if people had referred to him as ‘genius’. He was stark naked, sitting on a makeshift throne, constructed from salvaged metal and wooden furnitures. His left leg was propped up, while his right hand was holding a crystal glass filled with crimson wine. Swirling the red liquid inside the glass slowly, he surveyed the scene before him with a twisted grin. The throne, elevated slightly above the ground, gave him an omnipotent view of his creations, his puppets — his "subjects" – whom he had asked the previous question to.

“You are right, Mayuri-sama” one of them, Unohana answered his question with a flat expression, yet the sinister glimmer in her eyes – uncharacteristic of her usual warm and caring nature – indicated that she was not the same Unohana. Indeed, she was now possessed by Mayuri’s soul – becoming part of his hive mind.

Naked and covered in glistening sweat after the intense orgy session with her master, her full breasts and erect nipples in plain view, Unohana stood around a large, wooden table in the center of the dimly-lit room. She wasn’t the only one, though. Around the table also stood Ishida the Quincy, and Nelliel and Harribel – the Espadas. Beside Unohana, there were also two other members of Soul Society that Mayuri had captured or tricked into eating the candies filled with his soul: Isane and Soi Fon. All of them were naked in their glory, not even a scrap of clothes could be found dangling on their skins.

And if there was a common point for all of them – they were all Mayuri’s clones, filled with nothing but his evil, twisted minds. It was clear from their sinister auras, their overconfidence, the way they looked like they believed the world was in the palm of their hands. They might exist in different bodies: a Quincy, an Espada, a captain or vice-captain of Soul Society. And they might have been mighty individuals with their own personalities before Mayuri captured them and forcefully make them swallow the candies filled with his soul. Now, their minds belong solely to Mayuri, and he had full control over them. He could tell them to procreate with others, and even someone as prudent as Ishida wouldn’t be able to resist him. He could tell them to pleasure him, and even a powerful captain as Unohana would do it without question. Mighty Espadas like Harribel and Nel would suck his cock until his juice run dry, they would open their mouths and let him empty himself all over their faces, or they would spread their legs and beg him to do whatever he wanted to do to them. They would become nothing but his sex slaves. All at the snap of his fingers.

Of course he was enjoying it. Of course. He fucked his enemies and his friends alike. Put his cock deep inside them, fucked them in their tight asses, and had them begging for his mercy. The mere thought of his orgy session almost made him hard again with pleasure. He had Urahara and that blasted stuffed toy animal to thank to, for giving him such an inspiration to build something so… massive, so powerful. This ability was something he could use to control the masses and subjugate them to his will. The sheer power of this ability, and how he might continue to use it made him salivate with desire.

Mayuri's evil grin widened as he looked upon his handiwork – his creations, standing around the table, waiting for his command. With a wave of his hand, he spoke with a voice dripping in condescending amusement – as though he was a king addressing his slaves.

“You! Quincy!” he barked to Ishida, who immediately turned to face him.

“Yes, Mayuri-sama?” he asked, with a kind of readiness that a loyal servant would offer to his master.

“Go to the human world and capture that substitute Shinigami… Kurosaki Ichigo,” Mayuri ordered firmly, and Ishida’s eyes suddenly twinkled dangerously.

“A much suitable proposition for me, Mayuri-sama,” he said. There was a hint of satisfaction in his voice. “I shall be glad to complete this assignment. Gives me a chance to retaliate for the many times that bastard had humiliated me.” Upon hearing the reply of his clone, Mayuri let out a low, sinister laugh that soon turned into a cackle. This was mirrored by Ishida, and for a while, their evil laughter echoed off the cold walls of the dimly-lit room, creating an eerie atmosphere that spoke of Mayuri’s grand evil plan.

“Now go! And take this with you,” Mayuri threw a small, white pill to Ishida, who caught it deftly. “Shove it down the substitute shinigami’s throat and make him one of us,” Mayuri grinned, an evil grin that was returned by Ishida in a split second.

“Understood,” he said. “I’m off now, Mayuri-sama.”

With the Quincy’s departure from his throne room, Mayuri turned his attention to the others who were assembled before him.

"Well, well, well. I guess a lot people must be looking for you. I can’t have their eyes on me – yet. You must all return to your respective posts now. Resume your roles as if nothing has happened." His mechanical eyes flickered cunningly as he regarded Harribel and Nel.

"You two! Fuckin’ Arrancar wenches!" Mayuri called out, making sure to use a condescending tone and slur as he addressed them. The two Arrancars turned to Mayuri, paying him their full attention.

“What can I do for you, Mayuri-sama?” said Harribel. She didn’t even seem offended, though the eccentric twelfth division captain literally just called her names. At a glance, it seemed like she was still the same proud Espada she once was – but upon closer inspection, anyone could sense that her sly demeanor was more characteristic of Mayuri – whose soul was now implanted in her body. “Who shall I capture for you today?”

"Smart girl,” Mayuri commended. “I have a new task for you. You are to return to Hueco Mundo. You will act as my spy, gather information, observe any unrest or activities that may be of interest to me." Mayuri leaned forward, his eyes narrowing with a sly gleam. "After all, Harribel, you are the current ruler there, are you not? Use your position to my advantage. Let the denizens of Hueco Mundo believe that you are still their queen—loyal, strong, and unwavering. But your true loyalty," his grin turned sinister, "is to me."

“Understood, Mayuri-sama,” Harribel nodded and put a hand over her left chest, a sign of her dedication to Mayuri. “I shall rule over Hueco Mundo with your wisdom. And I shall let it be known that nothing would ever pass my observation.”

“Harribel is not the only one who could do that, Mayuri-sama,” from the corner, Nelliel could be heard chiming in protest. “I am also a high-ranked Espada. I could do it just as well. I could become a spy for you and put Hueco Mundo under your control.”

“Are you implying, Nelliel, that you can do it better than me?” Harribel’s eyes flashed dangerously as she turned around to look at Nelliel. “I am in possession of the current ruler of Hueco Mundo. Surely, I can do it better than you. You might be a high-ranked Espada, but you hold next to no importance in Hueco Mundo these days.”

“Oh, what do you possibly know about importance… Harribel?” Nelliel replied, almost condescendingly. “There are plenty ways one could have a significant influence in Hueco Mundo still… without having to be a ruler.”

“What?”

It seemed like a fight was going to break between them, but Mayuri quickly interjected.

“And that is precisely why I also want you to it too for me, Sweet Nelliel,” Mayuri replied with a tone so slick, it would have made any ordinary person who heard it feel sick. “You and Harribel – you are both my dolls, you understand? I command, and you obey. Simple as that!”

“Yes, Mayuri-sama,” said Nelliel. On the contrary, she looked quite proud to be designated as Mayuri’s doll, and having a task just as important as what he entrusted to Harribel.

“Leave it to us,” said Harribel, whose expression remained stoic as she nodded to Mayuri’s command. “Mayuri-sama.”