“Do you folks want more Busting Battles!?” The disembodied voice asked the crowd. “Well, that’s what you’re gonna get!” It responded as the crowd cheered. “Today, two Soul Reapers from Bleach, the stunning lieutenant of Squad 10, and the scowling Substitute Shinigami: Rangiku and Ichigo!” Both fighters entered the ring to thunderous applause.
The lieutenant strutted to the ring while flipping her hair, periodically winking and blowing kisses at the crowd. Ichigo rubbed the back of his head as he walked nervously to the ring, eyes never leaving the ground. The woman wore as white bikini, the top consisting of patches barely covering her areola, and the bottom wrapped tightly around her ass. Ichigo wore a simple black speedo, hugging his lower half tightly.
“Aww~! What’s the matter, Ichigo?” Rangiku asked as they entered the ring, tilting her head sideways as she looked up at him.
“I look ridiculous in this…” He grumbled as he looked down at himself. “WE look ridiculous, Rangiku!”
“Oh, come now!” She scolded with a wave of her hand. “I think it looks nice on you!” The Shinigami chuckled before fondling her breasts in full view of Ichigo. “Don’t you think this looks good on me~?”
Ichigo’s eyes widened and he went red in the face. “Wh-whaaaa…?!” He sputtered while waving his hands around. “I….I don’t…” Before he could collect his thoughts, the bell rang, signaling Rangiku to spring into action. The woman immediately did a split, grabbing Ichigo’s balls when she got low enough.
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH~!!!!” The boy wails as she crushes his balls within her grasp.
“Oh, Ichigo!” Rangiku sighed while licking her lips. “Little boys are so easy to-OOOOOFFFFF!!!” She was cutoff by a knee to her breasts, knocking her onto her back. Before she could get up, Ichigo rushed forward to drop both his knees onto each of her boobs.
“DDDOOOOOHHHH!!!” Matsumoto heaved as Ichigo landed, the boy looking down at her with disdain.
“You shouldn’t have done that, Rangiku!” Kurosaki growled as he grabbed her hair and pulled her up to pound her face in.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
“MMMPPPHH!!! OOOHH!!! MMMM!!!” After knocking her head back a couple of times, he
stood up only to drop a knee onto her chest again. “GGAAAHHH!!!” He continued the process of punching her face and kneeing her tits until Rangiku grabbed his balls again.
“GGGAAAA-OOOOOFFFF!!!” Ichigo’s scream was cut off by a kick to the back of his head, courtesy of Rangiku’s long, slender leg. As he laid on the floor holding his head in pain, Rangiku crawled away from him. She then forced him to roll over before jumping and dropping her elbow onto his nuts.
THUD!
“OOOOOOOHHHHH!!!!” Ichigo heaved and shot back up before falling back down, wailing in pain. Rangiku got up and flipped her hair confidently, waving at the crowd before dragging Ichigo to the nearest corner. There, she climbed the post and jumped off to elbow drop his nuts again.
BAM!
“OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!!” The woman was taken aback, however, when Ichigo lifted his knees up so that she would land tits first onto his knees. She rolled off his knees to cradle her chest, allowing the young man to get up.
“AAAAAHH~!” Too occupied with pain, Rangiku put up no fight as Ichigo dragged her to her feet by the hair. He then kneeled down to swing his arm up in between her legs.
SMACK!
“OOOOOOHHHHH~!!!!” Rangiku’s lips formed an o-shape as she keeled over from the stereotypical low blow, her pussy lips getting crushed by his forearm. She held her crotch and stumbled forward a few paces before Ichigo turned her around by the shoulder.
“Ready for some more?” he asked with a grin.
“F…fuck…you! OOOOOFFF!!!” The moment she finished her sentence, she swung his arm back and then forward to slam his forearm against her breasts, distorting them like a rolling pin does to dough.
THUD!
“AAHH~!!” Rangiku moaned as she landed on the canvas, her top falling off from all the pressure it was being put under. Immediately, Ichigo picked her up and Irish whipped her towards the rope. She landed tits first against them, compressing and rubbing her breasts raw. “EEEEEKKKK!!!”
Matsumoto froze in pain as she landed against them, but she went back into motion when Ichigo rushed forward to shove her against the ropes with a shoulder to the back.
“NNNNOOOOO!!!!” Rangiku wailed as her tits were compressed even more.
The relentless Ichigo pushed Rangiku to her knees and then through the ropes, her breasts getting tangled among them. “Wha…what are you?” She was cutoff when Ichigo pulled on the ropes wrapped around her tits, choking the life out of them. “OH
FFUUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!!!”
Ichigo chuckled as Rangiku squirmed in his trap, her boobs getting rolled and mashed like dough while trapped in the ropes. “If you don’t give now,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ll pop them like balloons”.
“Uuuhhh….you….bad boy, Ichigo!” Rangiku managed to spit out as he got closer to her, his erection rubbing against her butt through his speedo. Fighting through the pain, she rose to her feet with Ichigo following her.
“I’ll have to teach you…some manners!” She shouted as she brought her leg up to kick him in the balls with her heel.
THUD!
“AAAHHHHH!!!” Ichigo immediately backed up, but not before Rangiku lashed out with a donkey kick to his hard-on, making him fall to the ground. In this position, he was wide open for Rangiku to hobble forward and raise her leg above her head, bringing it down in an axe kick against his balls.
BAM!
“OOOOOOOHHHH!!!” Ichigo’s eyes widened and he arched his back in pain as his covered-balls were pancaked underneath Rangiku’s foot. The other redhead giggled at his torment, grinding her foot into the testicles while cradling her bruised breasts. “AAAAAAAHHHH!!!!”
After she removed her foot, Ichigo fell back to the ground, dazed and drooling. Rangiku took this chance to strip him of his speedo, revealing the boys erect cock.
“Oh my!” She gasped before licking her lips and dragging the moaning Ichigo up by his arm.
She then proceeded to lift him up and carry him over her shoulders in a Fireman’s carry while squeezing his balls.
“Uuuhhh……” THUD! “AAAAAHHHH!!!” Rangiku silenced Ichigo by falling to the side and driving him into the canvas headfirst. The older woman released her opponent and hopped to her feet, jumping and cheering as her bruised breasts bounced along with her. When she finished, she dragged the weakened Ichigo by the arms and dragged him into a corner.
“No….more….” He begged in between moans.
“Oh, we’re far from finished, handsome!” She taunted in response. When they reached the corner, Rangiku lifted Ichigo up so that he could hang on the top ropes by his legs in a Tree of Woe position.
With Ichigo hanging upside down against the post, Rangiku climbed it. She then squeezed her breasts together with her arms before jumping off, slamming her breasts down on his bare balls while simultaneously dropping her ass onto his face.
SMACK!
THUD!
“MMMMMMMMMFFFFFF!!!!” Immediately, the young man slapped Rangiku’s ass in terror, signaling his surrender. The bell rang and Matsumoto got off of Ichigo, letting him fall to the ground as she cheered and blew kisses at the crowd. She then turned her attention to her former opponent, who was lifting himself up and turning around to rest on his back.
“Hey, you doing okay, Ichigo?” Rangiku asked as she kneeled to console him.
“Yeah, yeah” he answered with a wave of his hand. “I’ll be better when I get to the showers. Before he could get up, Rangiku reached forward to caress his pulsing dick, making him stop. “Wha…..what are you…!?”
“Shh….” Rangiku hushed while putting a finger against his lips. “Don’t be so shy, Ichigo! I’m just cheering you up!” The redhead then lowered herself down, taking her battered boobs and wrapping them around his penis, rubbing them up and down its length.
“SHI….SHIT!” Ichigo gasped as Rangiku worked her magic, changing up her technique by rubbing her breasts in different directions up and down the shaft while also licking and kissing the tip.
“How does it feel~?” She gasped in between sucks. “Getting off to the boobs that were beating your balls in~? Feels good, huh~?”
Ichigo couldn’t even answer. He just threw his head back in ecstasy and growled as he came all over Rangiku’s face and breasts, making the girl squeal in surprise. “Wow! Quite the shooter, aren’t you?” she teased as she wiped the semen off her body and sucked it off her fingers.
Ichigo looked down at Rangiku licking herself clean, his face growing red in embarrassment. “S…sorry about that…”
“Oh Ichigo, you’re such a square!” She teased as she stroked his softening penis. “I don’t mind! In fact…” Rangiku got closer to Ichigo to whisper in his ear. “Wanna keep going in the showers~?”
This caused Ichigo to tense up and go rigid once more in Rangiku’s grasp. “Guess that answers my question!” She beamed as she looked down at Ichigo’s cock. The wrestlers got to their feet and supported each other as they left the ring.
“Aren’t you happy we did this, Ichigo~?” Rangiku teased once more as the young man blushed and scratched the back of his head.
“Yeah…I guess I am….”