The Creep [R] [Social]

[Cierro Muerte]

Cierro wandered through Las Noches with happy slitted eyes and a sly grin etched across his face. His zanpakutou was holstered on his waist while his hands tucked away deep into his front pockets. The Octava slouched forwards slightly as he walked with a swagger unbefitting one who had run away from 80% of all fights he’d ever gotten in and used underhanded tricks in the remaining 20%. All Cierro really wanted to do was enjoy his afterlife, and this constant war was making things especially difficult. Cierro walked past the Primera’s quarters and fondly remembered their dispute over his new fraccion. “Adalo was adorable the way he got so defensive. I wonder if Myza-chan regrets her decision yet,” thought the espada.

Then, just by chance, Cierro caught an incredible sight in front of him. “Holy... ass...” thought the espada as he caught view of none other than Myza walking in the same direction as him, quite a bit further down the hall. The espada immediately recognized her by the shape of her butt. He’d put that shape to memory upon his first time seeing it. With newfound courage and drive, Cierro caught up to the new Septima with an attempted suave look on his face. “Hey babe...” he said, walking next to her now, “Where’s a pretty thing like you headed? Need some company?”

Cierro quickly shape-shifted his body flexed his arm so that it bulged with muscles. Obviously it was a feeble attempt to impress the female. “You know, they say arrancar can’t reproduce... What say me and you try to prove them wrong, Chica?” said the espada, wrapping his hands around her waist and biting his lip with a sheepish smirk. This was obviously sexual harassment, but who was going to stop him? He’d been running rampant like this on all the women in Las Noches ever since he’d gained the immunity that came with being an espada.

[Myzaraphiston Synderfell]

Myza was leaving her lab in her portion of the Primera's quarters, having just finished experiencing the satisfaction of making the lighting system in the Primera's portion of Los Noches more efficient. It turned out that besides being acceptable snacks, the Pluses she captured made wonderful power sources for sustaining her electrical generator. However, the Hollows she used back in her old lab in the Forest of Menos were quite a bit longer lasting, being able to last weeks through the painful process rather than mere hours. So she was leaving Los Noches for a while, to go hunt for some more supplies. She was dressed in her combat outfit rather than her more traditional black dress that she wore when she felt that she could relax some. However, since both outfits were ultimately meant to flatter her figure, it didn't make much difference in either case.

Sadly, she wasn't the only individual walking through the halls of Los Noches. She had felt his energy signature behind her, and the odd sensation of her skin actually crawling. She didn't have to be a genius to figure out who it was. Oh God no.

"Hey babe.... Where’s a pretty thing like you headed? Need some company?" And there was Cierro Meurte, the resident failure of the Espada. He was weak, infirm, a complete and utter disgrace upon the Most Fit of the Chosen People. That, and his complete obsession with sex, was enough to make Myza dislike him as much as she could with a member of the Chosen People.

But she still had to admit that while he made a poor Espada, he was still a fantastic Arrancar. His skill-set just wasn't up to the need for combat that the Espada had. This fact was one of two things stopping her from trying to kill him right then and there when he made his advances upon her. The entirety of Myza would tighten when Cierro placed his hands on her waist, and anyone else near would feel the tension in the air. A tension that was soon shattered by Myza's laughter. For the torture expert of Los Noches, it was a surprisingly happy sound, one that was almost titillating to listen to.

She would stop laughing after a while, shaking her head some in the meantime. "Reproduce, dearie?" The female arrancar would slowly lift up her left hand as she spoke, tracing along Cierro's midsection while she did so. "Well, I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I made a suggestion in that regard then, right?" Myza would stop tracing her nail up his chest at this point, ending just about where the man's nipple would be. She narrowed her eyes somewhat at him then, waiting for his response.

[Cierro Muerte]

Cierro’s penis stood at attention as he was pleasantly surprised that Myza did not resist his advances. It wasn’t often that he got to feel the body of a real woman against his. The last time he did was when he prodded an earth woman in the shower with a part of his body that will go unmentioned. Needless to say she was rather surprised considering that Cierro was completely invisible to her. Needless to say, Myza could both see Cierro and would likely feel the erect member in his pants as he pulled her close, and considering how Cierro could change any aspect of his body, it certainly wasn’t anything trivial. Finally the response from the woman came and when she said it, Cierro’s heart skipped a beat.

“Reproduce, dearie?” she said in a seemingly erotic tone, “Well, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if I made a suggestion in that regard then, right?” Cierro couldn’t believe what he was hearing. She was on board with his advances? Well, this was certainly different than what he was used to, but it made sense that if one swung as many times as Cierro did that they were bound to hit a homerun eventually. “S-sure!” replied the espada as Myza traced her finger up his chest, “I’m down for anything! Just you name it! If you want to tie me up and dominate me, then that’s completely fine with me!”

Cierro grabbed her hands excitedly and started dragging her down the hall towards his quarters. “Trust me, you won’t be disappointed in my performance. I’m quite experienced when it comes to pastimes such as this...” stated the espada with anticipation. Myza would be put in quite a spot. Clearly Cierro would be disappointed if Myza retracted her offer for sex and might even fall into depression for a week over being blue-balled again. Regardless, the Septima would likely need to interrupt the excited esapda as he turned and headed down the hall with Myza’s hand in his own. If she was taken into the Octava’s quarters, there was no telling what would happen to her, though she probably had some good ideas.

[Myzaraphiston Synderfell]

Myza's eyes narrowed even more at Cierro's response, and she would suddenly stab the nail she had on Cierro's chest into his nipple. The combination of her superior strength (in both physical and spiritual aspects) and the iron edge her Hierro gave her nails meant that it would be like a knife stabbing into there, and would almost certainly draw blood. Even better, it would hurt quite a bit, thanks to the amount of nerves located in the sensitive area. "My suggestion, dearie, is that you try something like that with someone that has a uterus." Any sort of mirth in her voice was gone now, though it did still possess that somewhat air-headed tone.

She would quickly draw the nail back out, then push on the other Arrancar's chest to try and get that disgusting appendage of his off of her. Again, the strength margin would help quite a bit in this regard, as Cierro was only as strong as an average human, while Myza had completely left the human spectrum of strength behind her. If successful, she'd continue her walk, as if simply returning to a brisk stroll.

[Cierro Muerte]

Cierro would suddenly feel a searing pain in his chest and as he looked down, he’d see that Myza had jabbed her finger’s sharp nail into his chest. A drop of blood fell down the arrancar’s clothing, but did not stain his white garb. This was due to Cierro’s ability to decide the appearance of his clothing and body. Myza would not know this, but Cierro was in fact completely naked at this point. Cierro had no need for clothing since he could simply will any wardrobe he wanted on his person at any time. Needless to say, Cierro would not simply ignore this spontaneous act by Myza. He reeled back, shocked at the development.

“My suggestion, dearie, is that you try something like that with someone that has a uterus,” replied the woman as she turned and began to walk away. Cierro stood for a moment, confused, but his sly grin was quick to return to his face. “Hey, come on, don’t be like that. You don’t need a womb... You have what you need for the fun part, am I right?” said the espada, quickly catching up to Myza. He was surely a persistent bastard. That much would be made clear to Myza rather quickly.

Ignoring the pain she’d made him suffer only moments earlier, the espada jumped into the Septima’s path, blocking her way with his arm against the wall as he leaned on it. “Okay, okay, I get it, I know what you want...” said Cierro reaching into his pocket with his other hand and pulling out a hefty wad of ryo, “How much will this get me?” Myza would clearly be able to see that Cierro was packing around a wad of about 100,000 ryo. Clearly he thought she was worth quite a bit. That or he just had some extra cash to throw around. Either way, Cierro was trying to pay Myza for sexual favors. Was there no level that the Octava wouldn’t stoop to? Cierro grinned and waited for a response from the other espada. If this didn’t work, Cierro had one more direction that he could choose to go, though it would likely upset Myza considerably.

[Myzaraphiston Synderfell]

Myza clenched her jaw, her already strained patience wearing even thinner as the Octavo once again maneuvered in front of her. She waited for the Octavo to finish his offer, looking down at the wad of cash that he had pulled out. She sighed some, closing her eyes and rubbing the bridge of her nose.

"Listen, Cierro, dearie. I've said no," said the female Arrancar as she slowly, her voice in the slightly condescending tone one would use to lecture a willful child. "And no means no. Furthermore, offering money so you can simply gratify yourself, feel some sort of pleasure? It's disgusting, demeaning. Now, you will stop attempting to coerce me into licentious acts. I am far above petty little things that obsesses the humans. Am I clear?"

[Cierro Muerte]

Cierro could tell that Myzaraphiston was getting frustrated as she noticeably clenched her jaw, sighed, and then rubbed the bridge of her nose. To the Octava’s dismay, his arrancar comrade did not take the money he was offering, but instead blew him off again! “Listen, Cierro, dearie. I’ve said no,” she said condescendingly. The Octava’s ears perked up at the Septima’s words. “D-dearie? Did she just call me “dearie”? Oh my god, that is adorable... She might pretend not to have feelings for me, but when she’s calling me pet names like that I think it’s fairly obvious what she feels. I’m just... too sexy and desirable,” thought Cierro, once again deluding himself to think only what he wanted to.

“And no means no. Furthermore, offering money so you can simply gratify yourself, feel some sort of pleasure? It's disgusting, demeaning. Now, you will stop attempting to coerce me into licentious acts. I am far above petty little things that obsesses the humans. Am I clear?” continued Myzaraphiston in an attempt to sway any desire that Cierro had to continue his pursuit of her. However, the Septima would find that the Octava was much more difficult to get rid of. Cierro smiled widely and began nodding his head slightly as if he understood, “I see what this is,” said the espada slyly, “I know what I have to do to get through to you. Wait for just a second.” Cierro motioned for the woman to stand and wait as he took a few steps backwards to give himself some room.

Suddenly it was as if everything behind Cierro because bright and colorful. A bubbly, pink and blue backdrop seemed to be animated behind him as he did what could only be described as a magical girl-esque transformation, basically reminiscent of Sailor Moon. Only Cierro’s naked silhouette could be seen as it slowly changed form and clothes were added in a pretty ridiculous way. Finally, with the transformation complete, the Septima would once again be greeted by a face that she thought she might never see again. “How’s this?” said the Octava in the voice of Myzaraphiston’s own brother from her human life. It was true. Cierro had taken the form of the only man she had ever loved in an attempt to win the woman’s affection. “You’ll sleep with me if I look like this, right?” smiled Cierro innocently, unaware of the hell he undoubtedly just unleashed.

[Myzaraphiston Synderfell]

Myza's frustration continued to build as the Octava persisted in his efforts seduce her. As he backed away, the Septima would reach for her ever-present chain, starting to uncurl it from around her waist, a look of supreme irritation on her face. "It would seem, my dear Cierro, that I am going to have to work much harder to show you what the word no truly means."

The female Espada didn't even seem to care that Cierro was going through a fancy transformation sequence of sorts, simply continuing to unwind her chain. About halfway through his fancy nude outline thing, she was already spinning her chain, wondering where to hit the bastard so she could garner the most effect. She was just about to swing when his transformation completed. And then....

The Septima stopped in her tracks, her expression going completely blank for a moment, the hook on the end of her chain thunking into the floor as she stopped spinning it. There would be a long moment of silence, her face taking on a pained expression. "M-m-m-mi.... Mi Amore?" she whispered, her voice choking up somewhat as she spoke. The female Espada looked as if she was in actual physical pain as she looked at Cierro in his current form, and he would easily be able to see the tears building up in her eyes. "But.... You can't be.... You... you can't."

[Cierro Muerte]

“M-m-m-mi.... Mi Amore?” whispered Myza as she stopped dead in her tracks before she was able to deck the Octava, “But.... You can't be.... You... you can't.” Cierro stepped closer to the woman seeing the tears in her eyes. He thought for a second that it might have been a mistake to toy with her emotions the way he was. The espada hadn’t intended to dredge up old drama, but now he felt obligated to at least try and help her reach closure. For someone who was obsessed with sex and pleasure, Cierro wasn’t a bad guy. He hated seeing women in pain as much as he loved having sex with them.

“Y-yeah,” said Cierro nervously scratching the back of his head, “I know we haven’t really talked since... well... I just didn’t like how we left things. Those things I told you before you died... They were lies... Lies forged by my- no... OUR father meant to cause you to break all emotional ties with me. I deserved the death I received. Every day I regretted what I did to you, sister. However, I can not deny the feelings I had, and still have for you.” The espada was ad-libbing this entire speech very well considering he hadn’t planned it beforehand. “Victims...” he continued, “We were victims of our time. Our society would not allow us to be together, for they didn’t understand our love. But things are different now... Myzaraphiston... There is no one to tell us we can’t anymore. I ask of you, please forgive me for all the terrible things I did to you...”

At this point, Cierro broke down in an incredibly convincing burst of tears and weeping. The emotion of the situation was somewhat affecting Cierro’s own feelings. He sympathized with Myza on a level that no one else ever would have before, however his goal was still the same as it had been since the beginning. He would give himself an invitation to the party in her panties. Things were going exactly as he planned, her face said it all. However, the trick was getting his needlessly large rod in her forbidden canal before she figured out the ruse. If he got far enough to play “Just-The-Tip” with her, it was guaranteed that her primal instincts would take over from there and prevent her from denying passage any longer.

[Myzaraphiston Synderfell]

Myza slowly, carefully reached a hand out towards Cierro's shape-shifted face as he started to weep. "Mi Amore...." She would tenderly wipe some of the tears off of his cheek, starting to cry herself. "You.... You came back to me. After... After all this time...." She brought him into a close hug, one that portrayed the Septima's current emotional vulnerability. She would quietly whisper the phrase "You came back to me..." over and over again, clinging onto the disguised Octava the entire time.

It was at about the tenth repetition of the phrase that things started to go wrong. Myza may have been lost in her mildly delusional state of mind, but she still had some of the best mental processing capabilities among the Espada, along with the absolute best ability when it came to sensing others energies. And while Cierro was very good at changing his body, he apparently didn't have the capabilities to change his reiatsu. And at this close of a range between the two of them.... Well, to say that it was next to impossible for Myza to not feel Cierro's energy.

The first warning sign would be the tensing up that Cierro would feel, and a gradual tightening of the hug that she had embraced him in. The second was the change in tone. While she still didn't exceed the prior whisper, what she was saying was icy cold, the tone she took when she was enraged with a particularly loathsome Shinigami. "You...."

What happened next was simple. You see, Myza was fast when it came to Bala. Add in the next to no range between Myza and Cierro, and the sudden firing from her Hollow Hole, and Cierro would probably be in trouble. Even worse for him, he couldn't use his normally superior speed to get out of the way thanks to the hug he had probably gladly accepted. Add in Myza's superior strength, and Cierro was in trouble. The poor Octavo had just stepped into affairs he should have left alone, and now he was paying for them.

[Cierro Muerte]

“Mi Amore... You.... You came back to me. After... After all this time....” said Myza as she reached out to him, wiping tears from his face. Cierro was aware this meant she would be able to feel his true reiatsu, but he thought maybe, just maybe she wouldn’t care. He was admittedly a bit caught up in his role and the fact he was in close proximity with- oh yes... There they were... As the Septima pulled herself close to Cierro, her breasts pressed against his chest and the Octava’s member stood at full attention as a slight shiver of joy spasmed through his body. If Myza was to look up at the Octava’s face, she’d see what had just been an emotional, distraught look had now turned into a blushing, drooling, dumb grin. The Octava lifted his hand from Myza’s back, which had been there when she embraced him, and lowered it towards a certain area right below her lower back. Maybe... Just maybe... Cierro would be able to-

“You....” came the word from Myza’s mouth as her grip suddenly tightened. Cierro’s eyes widened as he instinctively knew what was coming next. In an instant he was blasted across the room, saved only by the custom hierro he modified to cover only the front half of his body, causing it to be twice as durable. The espada wasn’t uninjured, he laid on the floor as smoke rose from his body. The espada’s seemingly lifeless body suddenly jolted as Cierro coughed. Another cough soon followed, and another following that one. Cierro’s coughing gradually turned into a chuckle, and his chuckle turned into an outburst of laughter as the espada transformed back into the form he normally wore. The espada sat himself up, revealing that adorned on top of his head was a pair of panties, and not just any panties. Myza would quickly notice them as her own. A quick check would cause Myza to realize that somehow her panties were gone off her very body.

Cierro was devilishly fast, yes, but he had to be the god of sex to disrobe a woman so quickly without her even noticing. Either way, Cierro now had Myza’s panties on his head and was laughing up a storm. Yeah he was hurting, but it didn’t matter cause he had a raging boner and Myza’s panties. “Dayum, girl,” said the espada from his spot on the ground, “I hope you’re as aggressive in bed as you are out of the sheets.” The espada licked his lips and hopped to his feet, panties still adorned on his head. “Cause I’ve decided I want to make you mine,” he said before winking at Myza.

[Myzaraphiston Synderfell]

SPOILER: Click to show

If Cierro thought that he would be saved by his simple Hierro trick, he was a bigger fool than Myza had perviously thought. The simple fact of the matter was that even doubling his Hierro strength hadn't been enough to stop enough to stop the Bala completely. Sure, it put up some token resistence, and that's what stopped it from simply taking out most of the bottom half of his torso, but he wouldn't be escaping from this little encounter unscathed.

But why did this matter? Simple.