[May 9th DxD/December 31st DBT]
"Bankai, Shoudoteki na Neko..." chanted Rangiku, running her left hand along the blade of her cat-earred Zanpakuto. As she did, rather than the blade simply turning to ash, it disappeared completely. At the same time, her strawberry-blonde hair lengthened, becoming markedly more orange as cat-like ears sprouted from the top of her head and a long, wisp-tipped tail unfurled from a slit cut in her Shihakushou, just above her voluminous and shapely butt.
"Impetuous Cat? Are you making fun of me...?" asked Yoruichi, grinning fearlessly as she stood in the air across from Rangiku, her arms crossed beneath her very large breasts. She had chosen to abstain from entering the Training Room along with Vahn and nearly a dozen female Shinigami, but upon learning of their return, she couldn't help but confirm how much they had grown directly.
"You're not Vahn's only kitten..." responded Rangiku, sporting a playful smile as she released the handle of her Zanpakuto, permitting it, too, to dissolve into imperceptible ash. Then, causing the smile on Yoruichi's face to broaden into a toothy, slightly annoyed grin, she spread her hands wide and moved backward, appearing to produce storm clouds as she released a tremendous volume of ash from her Shihakusho's billowing sleeves.
"Hooooo? So you wish to see which of us is the superior feline, do you...?" asked Yoruichi, holding up her right hand, her nails growing to fine points, feline ears sprouting from her head, and a flexible tail uncoiling from her lower back. Concurrently, her yellow, cat-like eyes gained a golden sheen as similarly colored lightning burst from her back, tipped her tail and ears, and formed a ring with six drums that framed her like a godly halo.
"Shunko Raijin Senkei~" hummed Yoruichi, her body disappearing, leaving behind a collapsing flicker of golden lightning. Rangiku's enhanced senses immediately informed her she was in danger, but instead of submitting as she might have before her time in the Training Room, her eyes sharpened with resolution. Yoruichi's speed was far greater than she had anticipated, but she had promised to herself and Vahn that she would never again give up...
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"Just what the hell did you have everyone doing these past five years...?" questioned Kukaku, seated to Vahn's right with a plate-sized cup of sake and an expression that was equal parts amused and baffled.
"Me? I just rewarded everyone for their hard work..." answered Vahn, his countenance comparably relaxed as he fondled the chest of the woman seated on his lap. Sui-Feng had accompanied him into the Training Room, and while she still regarded Yoruichi as her Mistress, the petite Shinigami had become his very obedient kitten, complete with black cat ears and a tail.
"It's thanks to Master that we were able to push ourselves as hard as we did—far beyond our limits..." stated Sui-Feng, her face and body suffused with a prominent blush as she resisted the urge to touch herself. She was currently prohibited from doing so, but she was relishing every moment as Vahn skillfully managed her arousal to keep her continuously on the edge of climaxing.
"What he did was fuck us until we couldn't think straight, which somehow made us stronger..." remarked a girl with spiky black hair and sharp brown eyes, positioned behind Orihime on her knees, her arms wrapped around her comparably voluptuous best friend as she eyed Sui-Feng with a mix of envy and frustration.
"It was a lot of fun~" chimed Orihime, sporting a bright, radiant smile that appeared to light up the world around her. She had suffered from a mild case of postpartum depression after becoming a mother and giving up on her goal of graduating alongside her friends, but that had been remedied by Vahn letting her invite her best friend, Arisawa Tatsuki, to accompany them into the Training Room. At first, Tatsuki had greatly resented Vahn. But once she actually got to know him, it wasn't long before she became her backup on the battleground that was his bed...
"I believe what Tatsuki-dono is referring to is Vahn-sama's ability to strengthen us via his exceptional seed..." stated the white-haired Isane, seated a short distance behind the group crowded around Vahn with her sister, Kiyone, and a raven-haired, sharp-eyed, serious-looking woman with horn-rimmed glasses and a long braid named Lisa.
"The most exceptional thing being the quantity..." appended Kiyone, her expression serious but her cheeks lightly flushed as she cupped her belly with her white-gloved right hand and commented, "You can literally feel your insides swelling when he pours it into you..."
"Humu..." "Indeed..." "Mmn..." responded Rukia, Nelliel, and Lisa, each sporting serious but flushed expressions of their own as they recalled the sensation Isane was referencing. It was a degree of pleasure effectively carved into their souls, and the moment they imagined it, they began to yearn for it from the very core of their being.
"Fuck...I recognize this pattern..." remarked the most petite Shinigami in the group, a sparsely freckle-faced girl with sharp, pale brown eyes and blonde hair fixed into spiky pigtails. She used to be even shorter and had more freckles, but thanks to the Black Tower's crops and her giving Vahn a try, she, Sarugaki Hiyori, was now more of a half-pint than a pipsqueak.
"Nice! I call dibs...!" exclaimed a Shinigami with exhaustively tanned skin, long, individually painted false nails, blonde hair fixed in a wavy, pink-tipped side ponytail, and pink-tipped fringe bangs that extended past her collarbones. Her name was Yayahara Yuyu, and although she resembled an idol with a gyaru theme, she was, physically, one of the most powerful female Shinigami in existence.
"Mleeeh~"
With Yuyu throwing her arms around him from behind and licking the left side of his face, Vahn couldn't help but exhale a faint sigh from his nose. He was accustomed to Yuyu's antics after more than five years, but they were supposed to be watching Yoruichi's and Rangiku's match. He wasn't against an impromptu orgy, but it had barely been three hours since they emerged from the Training Room—an event that was preempted by nearly a week of sensual, practically ceaseless indulgence...
Unfortunately for Vahn, Isane, Lisa, and the similarly bespectacled Nanao had already begun preparing a barrier and a large futon behind him. Rukia, Orihime, and Tatsuki took care of food, tea, and cold water. And since she found his exasperation amusing, Kukaku promptly joined in, asserting that her status as one of Vahn's legal wives gave her the authority to overwrite Yuyu's dibs to be the first to take him for a ride while Sui-Feng, Hiyori, and Kiyone set out to retrieve or join the ongoing battle between Yoruichi and Rangiku...
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"And that about sums up my time in the Training Room," concluded Vahn, seated on a reclinable, black, gold-rimmed floor chair with Koneko curled atop his lap in her feline form, allowing him to casually caress her body as he recounted the past five years, three months, and twenty-three days of his life. He initially only planned to stay inside the Training Room for three years, but one thing had led to another, and Laev-tan viewed it as a good opportunity for them to refine their teamwork against other soul weapons.
"I'm surprised you returned with only four children, especially considering you had Sui-Feng with you..." remarked Rias, her brows raised slightly and her tone curious.
"Oh, Sui-Feng was definitely willing..." revealed Vahn, his smile gaining a hint of wryness as he explained, "But since we left Aki and Tarou outside, we concluded it would be awkward if they suddenly had younger siblings who were older than them."
"Could you not simply spend some time with the older siblings as well...?" asked Kushina, still feeling out of place but forcing herself to contribute as an executive member of Vahn's harem.
"I would prefer it if direct siblings grew alongside one another," explained Vahn, his tone relaxed but his eyes full of passion as he gave Kushina and each of the women present a shimmery-eyed stare. From his perspective, it has been more than five years since he last interacted with the majority of them, so he was looking forward to catching up.
"R-Right...that makes sense..." affirmed Kushina, her cheeks flushing from a mix of embarrassment and a very clear understanding of what the glow in Vahn's eyes symbolized. And as she wasn't the only one, Venelana took it upon herself to giggle elegantly and suggest, "Let's wrap things up here for the time being. Our most beloved husband and God has just returned to us after being away for some time. As his wives, we ought to make him feel welcome..."
As if they had coordinated things in advance, every woman present, sans the contentedly purring Koneko, unsheathed their breasts. Kushina was a bit slower, but that awkwardness and the way she flushed embarrassedly after the fact made her all the more endearing.
"Now I well and truly feel like I've returned home~" hummed Vahn, pale golden flower petals spreading out from him as he remained seated in his chair. With five extra years of practice, he could now comfortably manage upwards of eighteen consciousnesses outside of combat, so as his prime self continued to caress Koneko, his other selves got busy embracing his wives...
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[May 13th DxD/January 4th DBT]
'Man, I've been busy these past few years...' thought Vahn, sporting a broad, appreciative smile as he leaned on the rail of a beach house. He had most of his harem join him for a short vacation, and with them were more than a hundred Sisters and forty-three of his forty-nine children. It was an ultimately innocuous sight, but Vahn couldn't help feeling a swell of emotion within his chest—a sentiment shared by his other selves as he swam with his kids, constructed monumental sandcastles, and enjoyed an intense game of beach volleyball with a version of himself captaining both teams.
"Admiring your handiwork...?" asked a voice, emanating from behind Vahn. Moments later, a pair of arms wrapped around him, accompanied by two large and soft mounds compressing against his back as Bulma, modeling a fluffy pink bathrobe, embraced him from behind and remarked, "It's kind of crazy how quickly things have reached this level..."
"To say I've been blessed would be an understatement..." stated Vahn, his body appearing to invert from Bulma's perspective, allowing him to cup her perky bottom and raise her feet from the ground as she bit her bottom lip and suppressed a faint moan.
"So, what does the big bad Dragon have planned next...?" asked Bulma, linking her arms around Vahn's neck and shoulders, raising her feet to lock her legs around his waist, and gazing deeply into his aqumarine eyes with her blue eyes narrowed.
"There are a few matters I'm looking to wrap up first, but, more probably than not, it will involve an extended stay in the Corridor of Intertwined Fates..." responded Vahn, carrying Bulma back in the direction she had originated, a spacious, nearly one hundred square-meter suite with a bed large enough to accommodate a dozen people comfortably. It was a lot of room for just two people, but since Bulma could get very spirited when they made love, it wasn't wasted.
"Oh? Is it finally time for me and the Pavilion's R&D Division to crack all of the Corridor's secrets~?" asked Bulma, her expression exuding sensuality and smugness in equal measure. She was confident she could crack what she and her contemporaries had dubbed the Source Code of Creation via researching his Corridor, so while he focused on completing his Trials, she and the other Department Chiefs were planning to investigate and catalog every single plant, animal, monster, and item discovered within.
"Just make sure to keep me in the loop..." hummed Vahn, carefully laying Bulma on the bed. As he did, she immediately spread her legs wide and hiked up the fabric of her bathrobe to reveal pink panties that, rather than her own name, had his sewn on the front. Nearly everything else she wore had her own name on it, but when it came to her undergarments and what lay behind them, Bulma playfully affirmed they belonged to him...
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