Ch. 15

FemOmoi

"Samui. Date, zero-seven-one-thr- *static* -ape one. I'm standing outside of the…

…

… *Whistle*"

"EH…oh the! uhhh. Takai compound! Wainscot prefecture!"

"Takai compound. Currently windy, locals say the weather has been pleasant. No rain for the past two weeks. The main gate looks damaged, possible willing entry. Possible point of egress, target appears to have forced their way out. The metal gate lies approximately ten meters from the wall. A large brownish red-stain is spread outward across the interior side. No body. Possible local interference. Moving to the main house. *Click*"

"I'm standing at the entrance to the main house. The door appears damaged. The wood is splintered outward, consistent with egress point. Behind me, in the courtyard, is where we found our first set of bodies. All four, Female, age looks..fourteen to thirty-three. Deep cuts along the neck and bruising on three. Toukubetsu Jounin Hon is conducting on-site examination. Moving inside.

*Creak* I've entered the genkan. Another body is to my left. Female. Wound appears to be head trauma. Brownish-red stains all alon-ugh!"

"G-Gommennas-!" *retching sounds*

"…"

*Sigh* "Genin…are you alright Samui-san?"

"…I'm fine."

*CLICK* *KKRRrt*

"-what about ethics?"

"?…I…don't follow."

"The basis of their beliefs…behavior. Credo. Essence…Principle. What do they do?"

"…It…He's….Religious."

"Religious?"

"He…..mutilated the bodies… Desecrated them with Jashinist… -ings post-mortem, synonymous with high priestess'. But… The last ca… -urned to the ground three weeks prior. Thank Kami…"

"…What..-kes ..-ou thi ..-ale?"

"-ness repo-."

*BBZZZZZZ*

"Damnit!" I swore and stopped the tape. "Old piece of-" I hated this voltage chakra stuff. This fancy second-hand tech crap! That no one knew how to make. "…almost-" I slid the screwdriver easily down the side and heard a crack and pop!

*huff-huff* "Careful" *huff*

"h-hai!" I felt my words stutter. Not cool at all, but I didn't want get yelled at…again. I could almost hear the slight hum of my ears ringing after I accidentally broke the other tape. "n-nice and easy…" I wiped a bead of sweat off my brow as the synthetic block split in two. Then wiggled it curiously in the air. I say synthetic, because I didn't know what the hell it was made OF. This plastic stuff. It wasn't metal and it definitely wasn't paper. Whatever it was, it was worth more than everything I owned, put together.

At least that's what I've been told. If Omoi hadn't helped me out, I'd be in debt for life. "Just snip the front and get the foil~" I hummed. Remembering the short hymn I learned in the academy while I lined the sensing foil.

"-olding her up! You know I can't work without a good box of breakfast!" "Chieeff. Huan's bringing a bo-" A commercial echoed around the room along with the soft huff-huff's of my team leader doing squats.

Soon enough I'd spooled and threaded the tape then snapped the cartridge together. "hahhh…done.." Relief came like an awesome wind. It wasn't really difficult, but… you know the whole life in debt thing scared the hell out of me. I packed the hollow box away and pulled out the second half.

Oddly it was an almost entirely different type and needed a completely different machine to play. Maybe it was older because more of that black strip stuff was on the OUTSIDE. Where it probably shouldn't be, or it could've been newer because it sounded better.

After setting up the machine I propped the headset back on, flipped open the folder and hit the triangle.

"-Consistent with his previous victims."

"Circumstantial. But, I will acquiesce. The mission itself is in its waning period. Cold. If what your team claims is true, then the method is ambivalent to his prior motive."

"That was our conclusion as well."

"…The method is incidental."

"…?"

"A reaction to an unforeseen obstacle. Had we only seen this event on its own it would've been written off. So, allow me to rephrase. What needs does he serve by massacring these women."

"…"

"The wounds were…Broad, concise. Purposeful strokes from a wide blade. Passionate, a variant of kunai…possibly. I…I now believe it was retaliation, anger."

"Your companion thinks differently. Two had reactionary wounds. Measured, but hasty."

"…He didn't intend to kill them…Not at first."

"What else did you find, Samui-san?"

"…The Restoration Society had a lot of chakra paper…enough to train a battalion and then some. But, the trees are uncommon in that region."

"They're uncommon everywhere. Save for the land of fire."

"Hair, chakra paper, and Yugito-san's claim…"

"Iwagakure was a bust. Grass, a dead end. Kiri, suspect. Hoshi, Snow, and Iron secretive. More with less."

"Konohagakure's been recovering-"

"Faster than most…..I will inform Dodai."

*Click*

"Don't forget to rewind it." Samui calls out. Huffing audibly while her massive bust squished against the wooden floor. Sweat trickling down her titanic mammeries and staining the cheap flooring with her global imprints while her eyes never left the television.

Sure, I always got mad at Omoi for staring but even I had to admit, they were impressive.

I stare for a minute or two before finally realizing I was staring. "H-hai!" I say before yanking off the headset and popping the tape out. I felt a bit warm in the face.

"-clined to forget about your gas mask, you all have a gas mask and you ought to carry it in order to pra-." Droned the television as I spooled the excess cord around the metal band connecting the fuzzy speakers.

"-or ten to fifteen minutes one day a week-" I decide to rewind the tape with one of my training kunai. "-orget by the way to wipe the insides dry after taking your mask off-" I carefully catch the brittle plastic tabs and turn at the wrist. "-nd remember: Don't be a potential casualty! Always carry your gas mask!" I watch the flat black strip of film coil around the spoke until it refused to turn further. Placing the tape and cassette player back into the hard case before snapping it closed.

"Huff…Huff…huff." Went Samui. Clearly reaching the end of her workout. I looked around, realizing Omoi wasn't drooling over her sweat drenched chest. In fact, she wasn't here at all.

"Where's Omoi?"

"Huff…huff…She's…on recon."

On recon

*creak*

Two cracked the door. "Yo." On the other side stood a slim kumo-nin. Her skin a healthy russet, exotic if you wanted to put it creepily. Which aroused Two to a higher degree, her persona an offshoot of Naruko's. She found the girl very attractive. Only put off by the white-haired lass' familiar musk. That distasteful scent indicating that they played for the same team.

"I'm sorry miss-?" The girl stared at Two for a minute more. Head tilted to the side when the question registered. Her stance shifting to the other leg as she pulled her sucker from her mouth. "Omoi." Her voice deeper, low and almost bored in tone.

"-Omoi-san, but Reo-kun is uh-" Two glanced backwards. Seeing Haku's cum drenched legs spread wide on the bed while Naruto hastily pulled up his boxers. "-not taking any appointments at the moment." Omoi stared at Two. Popping her sucker back into her mouth while a wry grin stretched across her lips. She leaned closer, the light scent of charcoal wafting from her hair.

"I saw what you did to the Mizukage!" She bellowed. Naruto stumbled, falling to the floor with a dull thud while Two's eyes widened. "I thought we could talk about that sexy fog smeared across the window, but if you're too busy-Mm!?" Two lunged forward. Her palm clasping over the smirking girl's mouth before pinning her against the opposing door. "SHHHhhh!" Two hissed. Her eyes darted up and down the hallway when the door slammed shut behind her. The Impacted door billowed slightly as the girl snickered lightly. The stick of her lolli bobbing subtly between Two's fingers.

"H-Haku!" Naruto whispered. Desperation and fear heavy in his voice as he leaned lower. "Haku! Wake up!" He whispered angrily. Shaking her by the shoulders while she wore a dumb grin. Her eyes half closed, distant while she palmed her distended belly. "He loves me…he loves me…" He heard her whispering and leaned lower. "…naruto?" She smiled, recognition and adoration high in her voice as she stared into his eyes. "H-Haku I-We-Y-You need to-Hmph!?" She kissed him. He turned away. "Y-you need to use that Jutsu." Naruto croaked, his breath catching and face heating when Haku pecked his cheek. Her eyes half closed while kissing and licking along his face. "…jutsu?" She whispered. Pausing only seconds before tracing his jaw with her tongue. "khh!" Naruto felt her stomach against his groin. Discerning her cum packed womb as she grinded and writhed against him.

She wasn't there. As she sucked his neck and humped the air below his crotch, he realized this would have to wait. He pulled easily from her grasp, hearing a squeak of protest as he un-straddled her waist and quickly threw his hands together.

*Creak* "-oring rooftop and…oh. Not that busy afterall, huh?" Omoi said. Her dark eyes looking over Two's shoulder to study the well-dressed businessman as he closed the door.

"Two, I'll speak with her." Two turned around. Understanding, she slipped past him. Slinking into the room to help her sister's clean up.

"You wish to speak with me?" Reo said.

Omoi shrugged her shoulders. "What do you think?" Her grin and lax stance came as an unknown. She was similar to Shika in a way, Naruto thought. His eyes met her bored gaze. "Y-Yes I suppose so." He stuttered, seeing only amusement in her stare.

A door creaked open. Their gazes traveled down the hall as a leashed dog yipped happily with an elderly woman in tow.

"Maybe we should take this elsewhere."

"Why not inside?" Omoi gestured towards his room. A matter of fact tone in her voice.

"Naruko, my escort, made a bit of mess of ermm…the room. I beg your understanding, Omoi-san." Reo said, giving an embarrassed bow.

"Ah." Was all Omoi said. "I guess we'll walk." She turned and then, walked. Reo stared a second more, before striding next to her. Thankful that Naruko somehow made a name for herself already.

They quickly walked down the stairs, Reo's dress shoes clacking audibly against the floor. The receptionist eyed them curiously, Reo in turn gave a slight nod in greeting. Not paying attention when someone walked through the front door.

"Do you know her?"

"No, she's just the recept-." His voice hitched. Legs and arms flailing lightly as someone pulled him close. Then it was warm, soft and squishy around his shoulders. His next breath came fuzzy, it was almost sweet, a scent he couldn't put words to averse and somewhat pleasing. He felt a warm air tousle his hair and shivered as someone inhaled and hummed low and audibly let out a surprised shudder against the woman's throat. A light heat coalesced along his face. "Reo-kun. Just the man I was looking for." He felt his body heating. Utakata's voice was carefree. Her large stature settled her chin easily over his scalp as she pulled him warmly against her neck. He reddened further. Her arms coiled around him snug in a possessive embrace. Her hug, a reverse to a vomit-inducing romance he'd snored through. A lovey, masculine hold he'd only seen in movies. "U-u-utaka-chan!" He stuttered. His eyes darting over the whispering passersby and squealing girls. "Wh-why're you here?" Utakata's soapy aroma ran across his nose. She palmed his cheek, sending a light shiver down his spine. "Do you have to ask?" She breathed. Her thumb traced his cheek. "P-people are looking at us." He squeaked. Her fingers surprisingly soft and her light blue kimono hung daringly loose across her front. "To hell with them." She uttered, angling his chin higher and leaning closer as Omoi audibly gulped next to them. Her gold eyes sparkling with something deeper than lust, it was warm.

"Where the hell did she come from!"

*huff-huff* "Are you okay?" She looked back on him. Her stature, larger than life. A small smile, or a small grin played across her face. Her eyes focusing what little light came from the moon.

"Th-the Uchiha!"

"Let's get out of here!" They ran. Tens of feet beat the pavement as they scattered from the alley. The girl caught her breath as she stood over him. From his bloodied and beaten angle she looked…heroic and, in the words of lovestruck girls across the village, 'Tall and handsome'. When in fact she was only slightly taller than he, much shorter than full-fledged kunoichi. Her skin, pale and her stance, practiced. Composed and…cool. For a second, he realized why girl's clamored over her. In that moment he realized why people adored her. In that second, he knew why she loved her. The second ended.

"Why….why are… you here." He wheezed. His lungs working for air even as his rib cage pressed against them. He tried to raise himself. His fingers wetting in his own blood when he palmed the concrete. Arms shaking violently while he sputtered for air and pushed.

"tch. For you, dumbass." She said, and despite her insult, her voice was softer than normal. Her arms wrapped around him, her scent tickled his nose and stoked the anger inside. He could already hear her 'So cool!' she'd cry, before bouncing to Satsuki's side like an excited puppy.

"I don't want your help!"

"Let go!" He blurted, anger thick in his words as he pushed Utakata away. Or more accurately, he pushed himself away. Due to her taller size.

Naruto felt a heat across his face. He heard people whispering. "-ink it's a lover's spat?" "-ing hard to get?" "-undere, maybe?" His cheeks burned brighter.

"N-N-Not now!..I-I'm about to attend a meeting!" 'Reo' stuttered. Beads of sweat running down his brow. His face heating a deep crimson while all eyes focused on him.

"I can wait." Omoi squeaked. Her own face a deep red in second-hand embarrassment.

"No-No, Omoi-san we…we have important business to attend to. Utakata-san, good morning." Reo said as he grabbed Omoi's hand. Pulling the flustered girl out the front door before Utakata could respond.

"She…seemed nice." Omoi said. Having never seen a relationship between someone like herself and a male. She'd found it titillating in a perverse, humorous way. Leaning closer to perverse than humorous when her thoughts drifted towards the how's and the who would invade who's of their, no doubt, intimate bedroom antics. Confusing Reo's angry outburst for a dere trait, she only reddened further.

"We're not-!" *Ahem* "-Utakata-san has a…unique sense of humor." Reo said. His glasses fogged and his grip sweaty.

"Hmhmhm, Yeah?…You can let go of my hand now." Omoi mumbled, grinning.

"S-Sorry!" Reo said. Immediately releasing his grip.

They walked in silence. Feet crunching lightly upon the gravel while the early morning sun peaked the horizon. It's orange rays coming off as a light shade through continuous mist and ghostly wisps of clouds that dotted the sky. Colorful birds cawed and chirped lightly upon grey and brown buildings. The air surprisingly pleasant, less bearing and oppressive. Fresh with the lingering scent of rain.

"Breakfast?" Omoi said, her stomach growling when the alluring aroma of dumplings and frying onions permeated the air.

"Nn." Naruto agreed. Nodding lightly while he wracked his mind. Looking vainly for any excuse or lie. Searching for something that could or would clear his name of a crime she claimed to witness. He didn't really know if sleeping with Mei was a crime. But it was the possibility that scared him. What if people knew? While Naruto didn't know everything about the military, he knew enough.

Last year in one of Konoha's largest villages a businessman seduced the governing lord. It was outed, later, that he held connections with Amegakure. Ame wasn't an enemy, but they weren't a friend. Last he'd heard, the businessman died. A 'heart attack' on his way to another village. The lord was detained and her title shifted. It was big, hell even he remembered and he never gave a damn about that B.S. but it was something never before seen, so close to the leaf. More people died, more disappeared and the village swarmed with kunoichi.

Mei was a different story entirely. Mei was-IS a kage, the strongest in the village, no. The strongest in the land of water.

"-ir?" But if it got out, the leaf village. His village, his home would be watched. 'And the invasion' He thought. 'Someone's already inside...Mei said one of hers looked for me!' He paled and realized if Kiri could do that in a single night. Then they must've been there long enough for a channel. Long enough for someone to be so far inside takes time, right?

"Sir?" Then Suna must have someone inside. 'Orochimaru has someone inside.' He thought. Concluding he couldn't go home. He always knew, but the leaks spread amongst the short oasis of his death. What he was before, died to the world. Naruto had a lavish funeral. Yet people were still looking, and he knew he wasn't strong enough. 'But, Jiji needs to know…'

Omoi poked Reo's cheek. "Eh?"

"What do you want to eat?"

"Oh! Uh…" Naruto quickly pored over the menu. Not seeing anything he really wanted, he looked at the waitress. "What do you recommend?"

"I really like the misoshiro."

"I'll try that."

"One…Misoshiro. Is natto fine?"

"Yes, thank you." The waitress bowed politely before walking to another table.

"Sooooo…You and that Kiri-nin."

"What about her?"

"You're ahh…"

"No."

"R-right."

"…" They lapsed into silence. The low murmurs of civilians aired around them. Naruto, knew what she wanted, she looked the age. That curious stage in teenage life. He wondered if he would go through the same, maybe he had. 'No.' He thought. 'Maybe I already did.' He knew it made sense biologically. But the video and Ruka's explanation didn't quite fit.

'You in there?' He questioned, internally. Unaware, Omoi stole glances between nervous fidgets.

'Guess not…' *Sigh*

"What's it like?"

"?" Reo looked at Omoi, confusion evident between sips of tea. Briefly he wondered when the waitress brought the tea or, even, when he started sipping at it in the first place.

"Y-You know… between you and that woman?" Omoi mumbled. It was cute in a way, despite her calm tone she was still his age. Someone normal and not an obsessed stalker. It was almost nice, if he hadn't pieced together what she wanted. He would even say it was innocent.

"That obvious?" Naruto said, conceding. She was firm in her statement, he could deny all he wanted. But, it would only damage his persona in her mind.

"Nn." Omoi nodded. Her eyes growing slightly wider as she leaned just a little bit closer in her seat.

"It's uhh, complicated…" He said. Scratching his cheek nervously.

"I won't judge." And just like that he felt the heat coalesce in his face. That surging warmth that brought back memories he'd rather forget entirely.

'This time, I promise~.' Reo shuddered. He could still taste her. He knew what Omoi meant. He knew what she wanted to hear. Puberty. At least she was subtle, he thought. Kira would have asked straight out. He could already hear her. 'Soooo, what's it like; Fucking a Futa?' Naruko might have asked something similar, less vulgar. Equally perverse.

"So, you were on bottom?" Omoi whispered.

"WHAT!?" Reo yelled. Voice rattling his tea-cup and drawing attention from every patron in the building. A cook even leaned out of the kitchen as silence settled over the room.

"G-Gommen!" He apologized. Coughing lightly into his palm and adjusting his tie while everyone else returned to their own conversations. "What the he-" *Cough* "explain."

"That's why you were blushing, right? She looked pretty cool."

'Cool' Naruto twitched. He felt an irrational anger towards that word. Unexplainable, hence irrational. *Sigh* "Forget it. What do you want?" He changed the subject.

"Eh?..." Omoi said. Head tilting only slightly while she thought. "I...I want a turn with the Mizukage." She said, face determined. Stoic in the sense that she had him on a leash.

"You-!?" Naruto growled. He knew what she wanted, piecing it together soon after she started walking down the hallway. Her sword clattering on her back while she walked alongside him. That odd scent that tickled his nostrils when she moved closer. The same scent Aoi, and Utakata wore. It was challenging, not as sweet as Mei's but not horrid. Somewhere in between. "-You can't be serious." He said. His once pleasant tone, forced.

At the same time

*Creeeeaaaak*

*sigh* "Of course…" The room was a mess. No, Naruko didn't wallow in her own filth and leave piles of garbage on the floor. The last time I entered her room, it wasn't clean by any means. At least, not in a normal adult sense. But, it was organized. Clean as can be for someone my age who lived on her own.

But, now. I had to tiptoe over her clothes and the piles of parchment scattered across the floor. "should've figured..." Someone turned the place over.

I considered it. I thought on it and decided I was better than that. I could find him on hearsay and hunches alone. Because Naruko's my friend. Or at the very least, a close acquaintance. It was generally frowned upon to break into a comrade's house.

I closed the drawers and cupboards I passed and opened the fridge. "expired…" Not too surprising. After our trudge through the forest of death, Naruko left on mission. Milk doesn't last long. The few fruits and one or two sorry half eaten carrots looked their age. On the floor and in the nearest cupboards lay numerous cups of ramen.

I entered her room next. Nothing dangled off the clothesline. Her drawers were mostly empty. Their contents emptied onto the floor. Thoroughly searched. A clothes basket lay overturned next to her bed.

"seven sets…four boxers." It was odd. No, not the mismatched socks or shredded top. Training's tough on my wardrobe too. What was odd, were the missing boxers. Why have six complete sets of clothes and not have the same amount of underwear? Maybe she expected stomach issues while packing? "…Wouldn't be a first." But, why take the used pairs?

I stared at her clothes. My nose twitched and I swallowed. "Hm?" I brought the foul-smelling cloth closer. It felt soggy, like dried sweat. Dried sweat and something else. Training clothes neglected for days on end. I inhaled. It smelled good. Her boxers smelled good. My head fuzzed. I felt warm down low. "Why…" I clasped it tighter I breathed deeper.

Naruto

"Thank you for having us." Naruto replied. The waitress bowed low and moved to wait another table. He turned to his companion. Clicking his tongue low as Omoi ogled the young waitress' ass. Her dark eyes captured by the slight sway and jiggle of a woman's composed stride. Her bust squishing against the table when she tried to lean lower for a better angle.

"Why not take a picture?" Naruto scoffed.

"Didn't bring my camera." Omoi drawled. Her voice stoic as she tore her gaze from the waitress' magnificent rump.

"Unfortunate." 'Reo' drawled in tune as he stood from the table. A bitter edge to his voice.

"Very." Omoi replied, her tone even. Only a light chipper tune to her words and a small grin upon her face as she beckoned Reo forwards.

"After you."

"How kind." Naruto felt anger rising higher with her every word.

He left the shop, and Omoi followed. He breathed deep, feeling his chest rise as he tried to push the frustration he felt, somewhere, anywhere else. 'Where the hell are you!?' He didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know how to fix this. He glanced back at Omoi, seeing her wandering eyes leave a particularly busty civilian to glance back. He turned forward and kept walking.

'Would she even agree?' He thought. A cold helpless itch tickled his mind. Like a light headache it festered and spread. He lied to Mei. He used her and he planned to leave her as it was. Could he betray her. 'What if she agrees.' What if she says yes because he asked?

Mei's trusting green eyes stared at him. Her gaze wanting and loving as she took another's cock. Gasping and whimpering while a horny teen thrust excitedly between her thighs. Soft and wiry legs bobbing and quivering on either side of Omoi's waist while she was fucked in front of him. Betrayal clear as she never deviated from his cowardly gaze while he only stood in the corner, and watched.

"tch!" The anger came back. Clear and razored it surged through him. He grit his teeth and realized he couldn't let it happen. He wouldn't betray Mei. He'd hurt her enough already.

"The tower's that way."

"This way's faster." Naruto replied. leading her down an alley. Shadows loomed thick in the early morning light. Black air with hints of orange that shrouded their steady pace.

Omoi

As we passed an overflowing garbage bin, I wondered what was on his mind. Surely, he didn't think he could fight me. I focused harder and touched the air ahead. Only rodents and the occasional cat as far I could see. Birds darted overhead and muffled voices echoed through the walls. I looked back, seeing the bustling street grow distant and vanish as we turned a corner. I looked ahead. Reo's pace slowed.

"eh?" Something hit. A fuzzy warmth tickled my nose. It was heady. The air tasted lewd. A delicious intoxicating scent unlike Samui's. Something more. I felt my breath heighten, I walked faster. Maybe he knew a street walker ahead. He might be buying time. Hell I don't care anymore, if the woman ahead smelled this good, then he could keep Mei. I walked past him.

"EH!?" Suddenly. He grabbed my hand. It was warm. "Wh-what!?"He pulled me close and spun. I felt the brick against my back and heard a surprised squeak. It was cute. Then I flushed. I burned from the inside out as I stared up at him. I felt his hand on my waist. "W-Wa-wa!-" I couldn't speak. He smelled good. He looked good. His fingers danced up my midriff and he touched good. I felt his warm and hard touch palm my buttocks and squeeze my ass. "Eek!" I made that sound. I can't make that sound. But, I did. He breathed against my hair. I breathed against his neck, my head fuzzed and I panted as his fingers tightened. A forceful squeeze sent light shudders up my spine and someone eeped. I couldn't breath. He leaned lower and I couldn't breath.

"I can't give you Mei-" His lips brushed against my ear and I heard a whimper. I heard my whimper. It was cute. "-but…-" He let go of my ass and I gasped as he invaded my pants. His palm touching my bare skin and edged near my groin. "-Hmhmhm I can give you something better~" I felt his tongue across my ear and heard another hot cry as my head buzzed. "-would you like that?" I felt his fingers move lower. Long dexterous digits that tickled all the right spots. My clothes felt tight. I needed it. I nodded. "That's not an answer~." His breath tickled my ear and I felt hot. I realized I was humping him. Like a horny bitch I grinded against him and panted, but he wouldn't move lower. He palmed my stomach and held me against the wall. I needed it. "Yes. Yes!" I didn't care what I once thought. I needed it.

"good girl." I heard his words and the world turned white.

"AHH-!" I cried. I couldn't breath. I didn't think. My cheek felt wet and the world blurred together. I felt his palm over my mouth and I felt his fingers arch and flutter in my groin. It was, Incredible. Lewd, confusing, scary and perverted.

"Eager. Aren't you?" I heard his words against my ear and felt a shudder tickle my spine. I only whimpered and nodded while I fucked his hand. Or was he fucking me? I don't know. I don't care. He took his palm from my lips and I panted louder. I groaned and shuddered against his shoulder. It felt amazing.

"You won't bother Mei will you?" He smelled good. He felt good. He was inside me. He was a part of me. I kissed his neck. I rolled my waist into his large and rigid hand. I needed more.

"Tch!" He tore off my shirt. My bindings unwound and I heard my sword clatter against cement as the chilly morning air caressed my chest. "Eeep!" Was that me? Did I make that sound?

"You will leave the Mizukage alone." His words tickled me. A command, an order that made my groin burn and my insides mushy. "Did you hear me?" He pulled out. "N-no!" I was close. I was so-so-so close! "You will leave Mei alone." "…yes. A-Anything." I felt my stomach burn hotter and I felt his leg between mine. His thick hard thigh pressed forcefully against my groin. I shivered, I trembled, because he pushed against my clit. I never thought it would feel so good. I wanted more. I tightened my hold on his neck and even humped faster. "Anything!" He let me do it. Or he was weak. Amused maybe? I didn't care. I was happy just to see a small smile trace his lips. Another tingle in my chest tickled something right. I panted harder. I humped faster. I fucked his leg while he looked down on me, and it felt incredible. He smelled incredible. "Keep going. Huff-hah. K-Keep going." I licked his neck and he tasted incredible.

"You sound happy enough~" His breath made me hotter. "More. Hah! More!" I heard my voice squeak. I sounded cute. He made me sound cute. I ground my nipples against his shirt. I sucked on his neck and thrust my clit up his thigh. But it wasn't enough.

"More wha-"

"Touch me more!" The words left and it was almost embarrassing. If I wasn't trying to light his leg on fire with my pussy, maybe it would've been. "Fu-fuck m- HN!" I couldn't say it. I felt my body shudder and seize. Maybe it was the jizz I splattered across his leg or…or I was scared. "dirty girl~" I felt his chuckled breath against my ear and his hand on my breast. Skin on skin, he pinched my nipple. He squeezed me and rubbed me, fondling my chest like he was rolling dough. I trembled. I felt his warm and rough fingers sink into my tits. I bit my lip and whimpered. I was scared. I don't like men.

I didn't like men.

"Do you want more?" But, Maybe I did. I nodded. "Be a good girl…-" He pulled down my pants at the groin. Where it mattered most. "-and I can give you more." My legs wobbled. I nodded against his shoulder. I watched him pull his cock free and heard a cute girlish squeak as it slapped my crotch. "N-No way." The words left my throat parched and it throbbed.

"Do you want it?" I felt his words. I felt his veiny shaft twitch against my lower lips. A meaty rod of pure fire that made my legs tremble with a thick and vulgar scent that made my head spin. Like the air itself was hot and thin. Heavy and thick with his scent. He was big, no. Massive. "Do you want to be a woman?" I heard myself panting. I thrust and whimpered as my crotch opened and slobbered up the angry pillar of flesh. There's no way in hell.

He was bigger than me. "Hah-hah-ah!" I felt fear and want. I felt Jealousy and lust burning my lower lips with the next whore-ish thrust of my hips. "Do you want to be my woman?" As the words tickled my lobe and his big rigid fingers tightened around my ass- "yes." -I felt need.

He pulled away. His cock slid lower and then.

He pushed in.

"Ahh…HAH!" I croaked. I couldn't make a sound, even when I wanted to scream. It hurt. I felt him sink into me. I felt him ripping me apart and I couldn't make a sound. I hugged him tighter. I clung to his back as he pushed deeper. My heels left the ground and something broke inside. "AHH-HMM!" I felt his hand on my lips. I felt him split me wider. I felt every fleshy veiny detail and heard a feminine whimper as he molded me around his dick. I hung my head, I looked down. I needed to see a pussy take cock. I watched him go deeper. I felt another hoarse cry scratching my throat. I felt him split me wider and stared between flashes of white and labored croaks as blood trickled down his fat and slowly disappearing shaft. Then all at once, it stopped. My ears rang.

"Hmph…" I whimpered and I felt weak. I let my arms drop and dangle at my side as his fingers parted my hair. I fought for air and shivered as pain, confusion and jealousy warred with want and pleasure. He couldn't fit. I felt tears trickle down my face. I looked down through blurry eyes as the angry red hunk of meat using me as a cock sleeve, just...twitched. I watched it pulse between my legs and at the same time, I felt it twitch and bulge in my stomach. Because it couldn't go any deeper. I'd always wanted to see it first-hand, and There it was. A pink, slobbering vulva stretched around a cock bigger than my forearm. Right before my eyes. The only problem was, it was happening to me, it was my vulva, my insides that were wrapped so enticingly around his fat twitching and agonizingly rigid, mass.

"Is...Is it good?" I felt jealous. I felt a burning hatred and something hot and scary as I rubbed the bump or cock-bulge on my stomach where he lived my dream. "heheheh ith…is It warm inthide me?" I slurred my words. My cheeks felt wet. I felt a light pain as I moved my toes and couldn't feel the ground. "Do..do you-Huhhh!" I felt lust, want, and a light whimper leave in gasps as he palmed my ass. "AHH!" I cried and he tried to push me lower. "FUhU-CK!" He tried to sink deeper into my belly and grunted as I tightened everything and writhed in his grasp. It fucking hurt. It really-really fucking hurt. "HAHAAH-NGh!" But as, what felt like, another full inch of veiny man meat drilled into me...it felt good. Not a normal massage good. But a happy, tingly pulsing warmth that trickled up my spine. In addition to the painful, sore throbbing between my legs. shlk "GAhah!" It emptied, my lungs emptied. He slowly pushed deeper and it only felt good. I heard him groan and something happy tingled in the back of my mind. I looked into his eyes and it all felt better. He enjoyed me. He wanted me. I felt so happy. "Fuh-FUCK ME!" Even as everything hurt so good, I screamed it into his hand. I wanted it. I wanted him. I wanted to go deeper. I felt him go deeper. "Fuhuhh… HahHH!" I rolled my eyes and made a sound. An inhuman vulgar noise that was barely muffled in his palm.

"GRrr Fine!" And then, he fucked me. I blacked out. I made sounds. I tried to scream. I tried to yell. I don't know when the anger left. The jealousy. The petty rivalry I made when I tried to take his woman. All I wanted was to lose my virginity and technically. I guess I did.

"You like fucking!?" His angered words made me hotter. I wanted to respond. I wanted to apologize. I looked at him and I felt something tingle in my stomach. Something other than his massive cock stirred in my belly. I wanted to kiss him. "Do you like being a woman?" He released my lips and I panted and stared. He was beautiful. He leaned closer. He smothered me between his hard chest and the stone wall and fucked faster. He fucked me harder.

"Ah-AH-AH-HAH!" I heard a woman panting and moaning all around me. I inhaled against his neck and tried desperately to thrust back. I wanted him to enjoy me. I wanted him to praise me. I licked his neck.

"This is all you wanted? Right!? Just to fuck and it didn't matter who!?" I was a woman. He made me a woman. "Yes….No…Gh!..I-I want you. I want to fuck you!" I kissed his chin. I wrapped my legs around him and heard my own ass slapping and plapping against brick as he punched my womb. I blacked out and he grunted. He pulsed inside me. He twitched and throbbed inside me. Then it was warm. It was so ungodly hot and goopy and sloshy. He growled and something popped. My toes touched the ground. He did it. He pushed deeper. I tried to scream. My cheeks felt wet.

It was warm, sticky and wet inside me.

Then he kept going. I drooled. I kissed his neck. I heard a disgusting and maddening Shlick thluck thluking and it sounded so good. I wailed into his ear and wiggled and whimpered and grinded. I did everything I'd read. Everything I wanted from a girl, I'd do. Everything I fantasized, I'd be. Even as my arms dangled limp at my sides and tears and spit ran down my chin. Even as I'd been dominated and shamed, fucked silly and filled to leaking like a gangbanged whore. Even then I tried to hump him back. I felt him twitch and throb and only giggled and gurgled as my stomach bloated with what could only be his babies.

"You'll do as I say." His words echoed a million times in my ear and at his touch I pushed harder to feel him more. I squeezed tighter and shivered as his fleshy and bulbous head twitched in the deepest recesses of my womb. I felt his fingers caress my cheek. He made me look into his amazing blue eyes and I leaned closer. I panted harder and closed my eyes to kiss him. My chest tightened as I tried to feel his lips against mine and maybe, hopefully even. His tongue around mine. "eh?" But, he turned away. I kissed his cheek. "K-kisth?" We fucked. We breeded. I felt him boiling and twitching in what could only be my womb and he wouldn't give me a kiss? I tried again and he refused. I leaned closer. I hugged tighter. I made degrading, cutesy and vulgar sounds that I'd seen and heard only in an adult movie theater. Noises only a freshly owned sow could utter and he refused. He palmed my ass and lifted. I felt him leave. I tightened and heard a girl whimper.

As I attacked his chin and licked his throat, he lowered me. Not onto his cock, but to the floor. So, butt to floor I sat. Confusion and hurt on my face, even as love left my groin.

It was over.

"I…I'll…be in contact." Through tears I watched him turn away. I couldn't stand. Everything was sore, sticky, and...wobbly. "wait…" I fell to my hands and tried to crawl. I watched him leave. I didn't know how to feel. I fell to my side. I didn't know what to feel. He trickled out of me and I only groaned. I was confused. I was hurt. And as tears rolled down my cheek, I realized.

I was in love.

With Naruto

'What the hell did I just do!' He felt disgusted.

'You put that blackmailing bastard in her place.' He felt ashamed.

'Kekeke! Or is it bitch now?' He felt a tingle roll down his spine. He felt his father against his skin. Her words against his ear.

'Shut up.' He walked faster. He kept his eyes low. His gait wide and his fists balled, he seethed. Angry only with himself. Disgusted only with himself. She was an enemy. They were all enemies. Or were they? Were they lovers now? Now that he'd whored himself out for his village, were they suddenly friends. Despite all they'd done, are they allies now? Was that perverted rapist just going to let it be, because he gave her a good fuck!?

'Yep! You'd be amazed by what a good dicking can accomplish…Heh! One time we were thrown into an entire barracks full of-'

'SHUT UP!' He didn't want to hear anymore. He didn't want to be something like…that. 'I…I just.' He slowed and adjusted his tie. The off putting stench of another 'male' clung to his suit. Others gave him a curious glance as he shambled forward.

"I just need to rest…" He'd been on edge since he arrived. Since the forest of death. Since Orochimaru. His head ached. He thought of something else. He thought of her.

Pink hair tickled his nostrils and fluttered in the wind. He remembered, jumping Satsuki.

"N-N-Naruto!?" He palmed her cheek. A soft smile stretched across his lips as a crimson blush alighted his rival's.

"I missed you." The words came naturally. He watched in amusement as Satsuki struggled for words. He leaned closer. She leaned closer. Their lips closed. He felt her fingers behind his neck. Her stance shifting as she tried to take the lead and crash her lips against his.

Her breath made his skin crawl. Her voice made him jealous. Her attitude as a whole set him in a foul mood. Their lips never touched.

He clonked her over the head.

"S-Satsuki-kun…" She was beautiful. He tried to breath even. He put one foot in front of the other. Recalling his emo teammate's smug grin. He smiled.

"Wait long?" He stated. Faux concern evident as he tried to imitate Satsuki's voice.

"N-N-No! I just got here." He could hear Sakura tremble.

A light breeze ran through her hair and he felt a touch hotter. Warmer as he sat next to his crush.

Their sides touched. He felt a thrill up his spine and an embarrassing heat in his groin. He felt her buttocks against his as she scooted closer. He felt a light tingle as her alluring and feminine floral scent danced up his nostrils. Thankful that nothing could rise at the moment, or he'd be at full mast.

It was one of his favorite memories. He neared his room and touched his lips. He felt her breath against his. They met and suddenly...he stared into slitted eyes. Golden orbs that shifted smaller. He palmed his throat. Hands roamed his body. Grunts and moans filled his ears. Fingers tightened around his wrist and clawed down his back.

"Khk!" He felt tears trickle down his chin. He balled his fists. He didn't deserve her. She was beautiful, perfect.

He was used and broken.

But there was a chance. A miniscule possibility, and if not. He could still help her. He needed to be there for her. He needed to look after her while she got over her Satsuki phase. He needed to go back.

At the same time

"huff-huff…" I don't know why I did it. "what…I…" I was confused. I held her underwear closer. I breathed deeper. I couldn't stop. I couldn't let go, no matter how hard I tried. I made a girly noise. I didn't know how to feel about that. I didn't know how to feel about any of this. She smelled like him. Maybe it was obvious. Or it wasn't, what if she was just hiding him? It can't be true.

She wouldn't lie.

"She was huh…hiding hIM!" I felt my voice croak one last time. I felt my crotch explode one last time. I let his boxers slip through my fingers and fall to the floor. I was exhausted. "Troublesome…blonde…" I spoke to myself. I needed to recompose. Recollect myself and clean. I looked lower.

*Sigh* "sorry Naruko…" This would take forever. Too long to clean. But as I leaned my head against the floorboards and closed my eyes. I could smell something else. I could smell someone else. I looked closer at the crumpled pile of dirty clothes. Another large and dark stain shone beneath. I touched it. It was sticky yet dry. Disgust welled briefly, before I looked back down. Between my legs.

Just another curious admirer. I decided to take a nap. I pulled my pants up with a shiver. "tsk…gross." I should've brought another set of clothes. I shambled back into her bedroom and pulled back the sheets.

*Sigh* Someone 'marked' this spot too. Now, I was disgusted. But, too tired to go home just yet. I pulled the sheets back over her bed and decided to sleep on top.

Briefly I felt something stir outside. But I was tired and it left as quick as it came. I pulled her pillow closer. It was damp. "Gr…sick…" I grumbled. Even though I couldn't let go. It smelled good. Musky and wet. At one point I thought I was better than this. But I was an animal, technically a mammal. I didn't think too hard on the semantics. I pulled the slightly damp pillow closer. I could smell someone else, but it was mostly him. I guess they slept together. Given how long she'd been gone it should've been dry by now. The only alternative wasn't as bad. He had a LOT of admirers, cute ones at that.

"This better not be you, Naruko…" I flipped the pillow over. The other side wasn't as wet.

Yeah. I really, really needed a bath.

Omoi

I tugged lightly at my new getup. It was frilly, girly. My legs felt cold. I couldn't let anyone see me in this. But what if this is what he wanted? I looked myself over in the mirror. I looked good. Surprisingly good. Like, I'd fuck me good. I felt a perverted grin come easy and bounced my boobs in my hands. I'd been playing with them for several minutes now. They'd never felt this good before. I never really noticed them before. They just sorta dangled there. More often than not just existing to throw me off balance in a spar. But now...

"Heheheh…" I couldn't help but chuckle as I rolled the delicious, soft rolls of fat in my palms. I watched myself in the mirror. I studied my wiry and surprisingly smooth legs. Then an idea came. An old black and white TV show I used to watch when I was younger. I put my hands behind my back and leaned forward just a little.

"Welcome home myaster!" I said with a slight hop. Grinning wider as everything jiggled. "Huehuehueh..." Yeah that was hot, or cute. Both maybe? Hair needed to be longer though. Much-much longer. I thought on it longer.

"I'm never doing that again." I did that. Was I cute? No. I'm cool. He saw cool become cute. That's what guys want. They want to see someone's cool facade break down into something cute and submissive on their cock. At least that's what I want. Or wanted? "Maybe I'll get a novel on the way back..." Was I a woman-woman now? Or just...Omnivorous. I looked back into the mirror.

I palmed my buttocks and watched them drop and jiggle on my reflection. I never noticed how round and squishy they were, far more than a few minutes passed as I just played with them. Mesmerized by how elastic and curiously jiggly they were. The squishy, fleshy globes were much better to hold than look at. I swallowed. The room felt warmer. No wonder he kept squeezing them.

"uhHh…" Then it dribbled down my leg. He dribbled down my leg and an arousing, primal groan left my lips as I steadied against the mirror. I watched the thin white line of spunk roll down amber thighs. The shiny, pure white line contrasted erotically with my skin. A small dollop of blood dripped soon after. I was ogling myself. I turned my head upward. I looked myself in the mirror and saw a dumb grin on my face while a thin line of blood left my nose. Was it narcissism? Or just pure perversion? "oh...kami..." My legs almost gave while my insides twitched and...moistened? It was new. It was all new and it felt so so good. I leaned against the mirror and looked down, between my legs. I felt his jizz splashing around my insides when I shuddered. He weighed me down with his cock milk long after he'd gone. The walk here was awkward. The walk back would be worse. I palmed my stomach and ran a finger up my groin while I watched more erotic sparkly lines trickle down my thigh. I was wet. My own reflection turned me on. My memories turned me on.

"Why!?" I grit my teeth and moaned as a rush of emotions flooded my mind. Jealousy spiked with anger as I hunched over. Leaning against the mirror to watch my puffy pink lips twitch and disgorge the businessman's kids. I palmed the bump above my groin, if it shrank I couldn't tell. He owned me from the inside out and anger suddenly gave to lust. I could still feel it. "Hah!" I could still feel his throbbing mass pistoning in and out of me.

He owned me.

"heheh!" I felt my chin wet. I pushed my knuckles to the groin and felt his warmth sliding around inside me. I brought it to my lips and ran my tongue through my dainty digits. Was I always this soft? As I sucked on my palm. Regret or loss came. I don't know what it is. A pit widened in my stomach.

He left me.

After jacking off in my womb, he left me. Just like that. Like a used napkin I lied there in the dark, dingy alley between an apartment complex and a trading post. Covered in and filled with his release.

"I'm the worst…" I felt tears trickle down my cheek. I hugged my knees. Maybe I deserved it. I tried to take his woman. I tried to blackmail him. I tried to use him to get off, so he used me. I pinched my nipple and felt a light tingle run up my spine. It wasn't the same. It felt fine, good. But it wasn't the same. I looked at the mirror. I watched sweat sparkle my hair. Now that I really thought about it my hair was white, unique in a region with red and black. My skin a light and shiny russet. My average bust still perky and peaked with pink tips.

He used me to get off and I could empathize. I could understand.

I heard the door-knob jiggle. "Occupied." My deep voice bounced off the floor and I sighed as footsteps sounded further off.

I understood because we were the same. Just two horny dicks looking for a hole. It's just…

"I'm the hole…" I don't know how to feel about that. My insides tingled and I squeezed my thighs as more of him left. Maybe that's how I felt.

I got dressed. Donning a different set of clothes that I could stomach. I tucked the frilly, girly set away. He said he'd be in contact.

"Omoi? What happened to your clothes?" I heard Karui behind me. Another girl stood beside her. A girl like me.

"Tore my top, hopping over a fence." I lied. I don't know why I still carried my damaged vest. Maybe I thought I could fix it. Or because it smelled like him.

"Sure you did." I heard doubt and disgust in her voice before she turned around. "C'mon we need to make an appointment." She walked and I followed.

"Hit your leg on something?" I looked at her, surprised. I thought I hid it better than that. My legs still felt jelloey. Sore and annoyingly. Wet. He kept trickling out. Should've bought those bandages.

"The fence." I said. Karui snickered and turned forward.

"I keep telling you to pay attention." A smug tone in her voice as she mocked me. I sighed.

"Yeah-yeah..." I'll let it slide this time. I tried to straighten my walk and tried not to think about anything too erotic.

I sucked lightly on my lollipop. Watermelon. Not my favorite flavor, but better than nothing. Not many shops sold whole bags of cherry. I looked up at the sky and scratched an itch through my pants pocket. It must've been about noon now. Wind ran down the street. Like a soft river it fluttered Karui's hair and tussled the butch's fade next to her. Despite her violent demeanor. Karui smelled nice. All girls did. The butch, while attractive. Round in all the right places. Just, didn't.

"huh..." I tilted my head. Did I smell like that? It was unpleasant. Musky. Not good like his. Not terrible. Just, there.

I studied her form. I ran my eyes up her legs. Her rear jiggled. I moved to her other side. Glancing from the corner of my eye. Her bust too, jiggled and bounced with every step. Must've been pretty easygoing to not tie them down. She was pretty.

"Have a question?" But her voice was deeper.

"How much longer?" I complained. My voice was deeper. But this morning it was different. Higher, cuter. Was it habit? I never thought on it before.

"mmh…A few minutes." She replied. I sank behind them. I remembered yesterday. The pair of bluenette's. I recalled their hairstyle. The way they carried themselves. The way the tall one acted and stood before he bent her over the Mizukage's desk. I watched him kiss her. I watched their lips touch and their tongues twirl while the buxom and beautiful Mei slept nude in her chair.

I looked at Karui. Maybe that was the answer. Maybe she was the answer. Every guy wants a harem. It's an unspoken dream we all shared. Something only achieved in porno and 'novels'. Well, unless you were loaded. And even then, it was rare.

I could give him that. I could give him Karui and Samui. Then he'd praise me. I touched my lips and rolled my tongue around the bulbous orb in my mouth. "He'd kiss me…" My legs felt wetter. Damnit!

"Hm? You say something?" Karui called over her shoulder. I felt my cheeks heat. "J-Just bored." I tried not to stutter. I needed a plan. And some bandages.

Karui wasn't my type, but maybe he'd like her. I eyed Karui's sorry excuse for a chest. Some, liked them small. I traced down her back and tried not to drool. Because even more liked them big.

Surprised this story got even more favs. Like usual, this is a draft. Some things might change if it doesn't fit.