Shapeless Indulgences | By : DreadCraft Category: Naruto > Yuri - Female/Female Views: 7868 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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The table of contents was originally chapter 1 but that's apparently against the rules so I'm going to merge it with this chapter.
Title: Shapeless IndulgencesTwo young women stood at attention. Both were striking in their beauty and in the determined set of their faces.
One was adorned all in a deep shade of purple – a two piece getup consisting of a slit skirt with black folds forming a second layer and a shoulder-less top that left her flat midriff bare. Mesh accoutrements covered her arms at the elbow and could be seen peeking out from under her skirt. She had her luminous blonde hair worn in a pony-tail trailing tantalizingly down her back and stopped teasingly short of her firm buttocks. Long bangs down one side of her face covered alabaster skin and an eye that – judging from its counterpart – defined the term, “baby blues”. A delicate nose peaked out from the middle of her face, and pink lips just below. It was the type of unearthly beauty that all but the most jaded of men would sell their very souls to simply gaze at. That is, unless you were looking at her compatriot. She was called Ino Yamanaka.
Equally flawless of body and countenance, she was garbed in a complementing fashion. Her top, whilst more conservative than Ino’s, was a deep wine hue with its zipper teasingly stretching down her front. It led to a subtly pink skirt and form fitting black bicycle shorts underneath. Floral pink hair, the color of her namesake – Sakura Haruno, covered her head and sloped around her face to her chin. Eyes the color of tropical shoals stared intently.They were standing in front of their mentor, the legendary Tsunade Senju, with whom they were studying to become combat-medic ninjas. In the shinobi world, medics were as skilled and knowledgeable as a full-fledged doctor. They had been her students for the last five years of their seventeen year life. “At ease,” she commanded. “I’ve only called you away from your training to give you your assignment for this year. One of the fundamental uses of medical techniques is morphological adaptation – or body mutation. With chakra and knowledge of the human body, it is possible to adapt parts of your anatomy to be of use in battle. My youth glamour is an example. Be ready to demonstrate this skill by the end of the year. The most creative and complex body modification gets a prize.”Several months into their assignment, Ino sat studying at her office in the hospital when Sakura barged in on her contemplation. “Hey Piggy, guess what.” Sakura stood in front of her friend with a smirk on her face.
The blonde glared up at her friend. “What? You finally found a boyfriend who can stand your huge forehead?” Normally, this would set off Sakura into tirades of righteous fury. Ino was worried when her smirk didn’t disappear. “Alright, I give. Out with it.”
With an expression like a cat that landed in a saucer of milk, Sakura taunted her. “I already figured out how to bind chakra constructs to human tissue.”
Ino’s eyes widened at the news. “No way! It’s only been four months.”
“I guess I’m just that good,” Sakura replied. “All I need to do now is design some specific applications to utilize the concept, but ideas have eluded me.”
Ino smiled to herself. While she had been firmly stumped trying to figure out how to apply chakra for morphological differentiation, she had a host of ideas from her anatomical studies. “I’ll trade you, forehead. I’ve got all sorts of ideas to try out. You tell me your secrets and I’ll tell you mine. That way we both pass, and the prize will just go to whoever executes the best.”
“You’re on,” Sakura replied. “I‘ve got rounds to do this afternoon. Meet me at Whirlpool Gardens for dinner and drinks, and I’ll bring my notes.” With that, she dashed off.
Whirlpool Gardens was a sushi bar where hand-crafted delicacies paraded themselves in front of patrons on a conveyor belt of water. Plates of food floated on top of the small, man-made river flowing past the clientele. The girls alternated between eating, furiously memorizing each other’s notes, girly small talk, and copious amounts of alcohol. What began as mostly furious study, turned to more lighthearted conversation as Ino and Sakura imbibed long island iced teas and cups of sake respectively. Walking back to their home, they continued conversing through bouts of giggly, bubbly jubilations.
“God, I miss nights like these when we could just be girls having a good time,” Ino slurred out. “Seems like all we do anymore is fight and work. I mean, what are we, boys?”Sakura giggled. Her state of inebriation was indicated by the tinge of color permanently splashed over her face. “I know! We agreed to be friends again after Sasuke left, but we never really got past the rivalry part of our relationship.” Ino’s countenance changed to surprised for a brief instant as she gasped. “What?”The blonde girl’s expression melted back to normal as she grinned. “Relationship? I didn’t know you swung that way, forehead.” With that she leaned in closer. “Well I wouldn’t want to hurt your feelings with a harsh rejection after we just started being friends again.” With those words, she finished closing the distance and brushed her lips to her friend’s.Sakura, shocked at her friend’s playful forwardness, did that thing either of them least expected. She deepened the kiss. Ino’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as the warmth and wetness registered on her lips and tongue. Sakura broke off. “Oh my god! I’m sorry Ino, I don’t know why I did that.”Her friend sported a deeper blush than warranted. They had drank quite a bit, but not quite that plastered. “That actually wasn’t bad. It felt kinda right.” Ino managed to stutter out. She once again crushed her lips to Sakura’s. The delicately colored girl gave a slight mew in response but didn’t push off. “Does this mean we’re dating?”Ino sat with Naruto at Ichiraku’s after a flawlessly completed mission a couple months later. By now, the whiskered uber-hero had heard about Sakura and Ino’s relationship, which had progressed far and fast. While confused at the idea of two girls forming a romantic relationship, he loved all his friends to death and supported them in whatever they did. If they we’re happy, so was the Hokage-to-be. Jealousy wasn’t an issue either, as he was engaged to be married to the Hyuuga heiress. He was simply the best friend that anyone could talk to - though it brought on some nosebleed-inducing thoughts to be the sounding board for both sides of a lesbian relationship. In the well-educated, highly skilled, professional, and Spartan milieu of Konoha’s shinobi forces, same-sex relationships were quite rare yet widely tolerated. Ninjas’ were pragmatic and matter-of-fact people, and it showed. Take pleasure however and whenever you can, for tomorrow you die. Through all the blood and heady activities inherent to ninja life, it was hard to care about who is fucking who. The only exception was for major clans. The lines of leadership and inheritance had to be kept neat and clean lest there be disunity in the ranks. In Ino’s clan, leadership was merit-based rather than inherited, so the point was moot anyways.
Swallowing a dollop of her ramen, Ino started the conversation. “Sakura’s always so cute and fun, but sometimes I feel like she doesn’t respect me. I mean, I know she does, but she doesn’t show it. She’ll brag about her accomplishments like we were still kids. I thought we were past that!”
Naruto, after having inhaled his food at unbelievable speeds, started scrathing the back of his head sheepishly. “I’m sorry Ino. I think she might have actually gotten that from team seven. Me and Sasuke never stopped trying to outdo each other.”
She of the fairer sex chortled in amusement. “Yeah, I forgot how you and Sasuke could be.”
“I have an idea though,” Naruto replied, after ordering another bowl. “Prank her good. Let her know you won’t take her attitude lying down.” Ino’s face brightened in response.
“That’s a great idea. Thanks Naruto.”
Ino had a few sleep-deprived nights thinking about how she was to humble her prodigious girlfriend. It didn’t take her devious mind long to come up with a plan, however.
Sakura Haruno came home to the apartment she shared with her longtime friend, and current girlfriend. As she opened the door and walked through, she felt a tingle of energy before her world went black.
The rose-like beauty woke up finding herself tied to her bed spread-eagle. A firm, but not uncomfortable, cord bound each limb to a bedpost. She could feel a slight buzz in the back of her mind. With horror, she realized that she couldn’t manipulate her chakra to free herself. Worried that an intruder had broken in and possibly hurt her beloved Ino, she struggled. Her mindset changed when she heard a familiar chuckle.
“Welcome home Sakura-chan.” Ino appeared in front of her soon-to-be lover in nothing but sheer lavender lingerie.
Feeling a massive blush coming on, Sakura’s indignity died away faster than the target of one of Naruto’s rasenshuriken. This was mostly due to the scant attire of her dearest. The sheer material did not even attempt to hide the site of Ino’s nipples. The flaxen-haired siren leapt on top her lover, catching herself by her hands and knees. Ino claimed her love’s mouth in a hungry kiss. The kiss stretched on for seconds and tongues played their games out of sight. Breaking off, Sakura asked, “When did you become so kinky?”
In wordless reply, Ino undressed her companion. She languidly pulled down on Sakura’s zipper. Next came Sakura’s skirt, undid and tossed. Clad in only her tight shorts and bra, Sakura squirmed in anticipation. They had not done much beyond some heady caresses, and she was glad Ino was instigating these next steps. Her paramour always had a knack for pushing the envelope in the most pleasurable ways. The bound seduced felt hands underneath her bra, cupping her breast and kneading with expert care. Ino tossed away this second-to-last article of clothing while claiming another lip-lock. Her face leaned downward to her lover’s breasts and she suckled mightily, eliciting a moan.
Sakura felt her love get up off the bed and she opened her eyes. “Let me show you what I’ve come up with for master’s test.” Ino cooed to her lady love. She slid off the last of her clothing and concentrated. Sakura watched in shock as Ino’s clitoral glans grew and elongated until it was a full-fledged member. It stood erect at around seven inches with satisfying looking girth. The vein-studded penis analog made clear her intentions. “This little number feels just like the guy’s tool. It uses the nerves in the clitoris to simulate all the same feelings a guy would get.”
With a nearby available kunai, Ino cut an expert incision in her girlfriend’s shorts. Sakura mewed and whimpered in anticipation as Ino ran the tip of her faux phallus up and down the girl’s slit. Sakura wiggled and writhed while she was teased. When Sakura’s wetness made clear further teasing would be torture, Ino thrust into her love. To her surprise, she encountered resistance. Sakura screamed as Ino felt a meaty tearing occur. “Damn. I’m so sorry Sakura, you didn’t tell me you were a virgin.”
Sakura responded by burying her face in the crook of the flaxen dominatrix’s neck. She sucked greatly, tasting some of her own tears. “I’m okay now, Ino-chan. Keep going.” Ino did as she was bid. Slowly she moved in and out of her lover, feeling the virgin blood lubricating their lovemaking. Eventual, Sakura began to respond to her ministrations. “Harder.” She panted. “Fuck my wet cunt, go. Go.” With her lover egging her on, she picked up her pace. She could feel the tightness building in her. She could feel electricity shoot through her body every time the tip of her member rammed itself into Sakura’s cervix. With a scream, she came. Ino could feel the sticky false seed lace into her love. She extradited her spent, flaccid penis from her lover, and they both laid there for a while, panting and satisfied… but not for long.
“That was awesome.” The pink-haired girl gasped out between pants.
Her blonde lover responded in the affirmative. “Oh yeah. I could get used to this.” With that thought she tried something. Surging more chakra into the spent member, she restored it to its former glory. “How about round two?” Ino beseeched her lover.
“Oh I wished,” Sakura responded. “I’m still a little sore down there though.” Sure enough, the gentle convexities of her labial folds were colored and raw when Ino examined her.
Ino grinned dangerously at her love. “How about we try something a little different then?” She shrank her member about an inch and a little girth as she attacked her lover’s aching cunt with her mouth. Ino gently lapped up the combined cum spilling out of Sakura’s pussy, sending shockwaves of pleasure roaring through Sakura. The senior apprentice gave a whole body shudder from the sensations. She felt her lover’s tongue dance everywhere along her still tingling slit before it trailed downward to slosh around her anus. With a free hand, Ino cut away her lover’s bonds and flipper her over.hand, Ino cut away her lover’s bonds and flipper her over.
“What are you doing, Ino-chan?” Sakura moaned out in a stutter, writhing the whole time.
“You’ll see.” Her lover replied. “Relax or this will hurt.” These words clued Sakura in as to Ino’s intent, so she complied. She felt her ass fill up with her lover’s phallus. Sakura game a moan from the strange, new sensation. Ino gave a few playful but firm slaps to her ass cheeks. The sensation shot through her nerves and caused new excitations. Ino rhythmically thrusts in and out of Sakura while she played with her nub, using a free hand wrapping around her waist and in between her legs. The fullness in her ass going in, the relief as it comes out, the electricity of every twist and flick of her nub, and the slapping of her lover’s hips against her ass brought Sakura to the brink soon enough. Soon, they both reached their climax as more viscous seed was deposited into Sakura.
“I can’t get pregnant from this, can I?” Sakura asked the progenitor of the technique.
Ino shook her head. “The cum is chakra-based with no DNA.” She then picked up the pink-haired medic and sat her on top her once-again-rigid imitation penis. They made love throughout the night until they were spent down to their bones. Cum pooled underneath Sakura, but they were too tired to do naught but drift off into slumber as they whispered sweet nothings. “I love you.”
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