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Beta and the Beast	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > General Views: 5002 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Tales as Old as Time
- 1
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            Every clan had a rite of passage when their fledglings promoted to a serious rank, above Genin. Kiba always thought the tradition of the Ino-Shika-Cho transitioning earrings was laughable. As if jewelry was a demonstration of maturity! The Aburame were given young queens for their bug colonies, and the Hyuga… Kiba wasn’t sure, but it involved Neji, Hinata, and her going away for nine months. For the Inuzuka, though, it was the alpha’s duty to keep the promoted in check. And of course, the alpha was his mom, Inuzuka Tsume. Kiba, pumping his fists and working up his adrenaline, figured there’d be a challenge to her dominance or something.
            I won’t beat her too badly, he thought smugly. No punching, kicking, or clawing; just grappling and a hogtying.
            The ritual was to commence today. Hana seemed more prudish today, steady-faced but with a reservedness that prevented eye contact. Kiba, proud of his new Chunin vest but leaving it as a decorative hangup in his room, overlooked his sister’s oddness to brag about himself whilst being led to the point of ceremony. All about how he dominated the Exam, showing off his improved skill and making himself a real contender for Hokage. Not even their mom was a challenge!
            “Enough, Kiba!” Hana snapped over her shoulder, fangs flashing between red lips. This wasn’t the open stage of the Chunin Exam for him to showboat and bluster with his out-of-control ego, and Hana told him so. He at least had the sense not to argue, though he did glower at her gall to talk down to him on this reverent occasion.
            They arrived at their destination – rather anticlimactic to Kiba that it was just his mom’s room – and Hana just turned around. “Enter when you’re ready” was her only instruction before she weaved by her little brother and headed back downstairs and out of the house.
            Strange, Kiba thought. His honed sixth sense gave him a bestial understanding of sensing danger. Whatever was behind this unassuming door was not life-threatening, but it was something he was not ready for. But his hubris wouldn’t allow that! No harm would befall an Inuzuka within the compound. So he needed to quash that sensation, disregard Hana’s rather foreboding demeanor, and head onward bravely.
            To his surprise, Akamaru was already in the room, and Kiba was relieved to see him sitting prompt and ready. He had previously thought that this was a solitary journey. Having his partner in attendance eased him. Kiba almost lost himself – “Akamaru!” – and moved to stand with him. His relief was so great that he didn’t even notice that Akamaru hadn’t rushed to happily greet him, and was instead sitting in forced submission at someone else’s behest.
            “Kiba!”
            The son fumbled and froze in an awkward, half-step. For all his bravado in fantasy, he hadn’t rallied the nerve to challenge his mom’s raised voice yet. Tsume was standing next to her bed, Kuromaru obedient at her side. Both had their eyes on the pups, disapproval at Kiba’s submission to impulse.
            Kiba reined himself in, standing almost at attention as he faced his mom. Maybe it wasn’t combat, but something still felt off. He didn’t need to ask if this was about the ritual; obviously it was. But how so? She needed preparations, yet did not seem… prepared? She was dressed as she always was, Kuromaru as always at her side. There was a scent in the air… but Kiba couldn’t recognize it.
            “Kiba, the structure of the Inuzuka is based on an alpha’s ability to control the rest of the pack.” She made a hard point at him. “A beta can’t act independently from the alpha’s wishes, but must also be able to act on their own to protect the pack. You act brashly!”
            Her voice was so hard, Kiba winced an eye like she had just smacked him. At the same time, he was already complaining in his mind, wondering if the ritual was really just another lecture.
            “You will learn…” She suddenly began to do away with her Chunin flak jacket. Kiba tilted his head, confused a bit by her removal of it. “… how to control yourself, as a member of the pack…” Alarms weren’t set off until Tsume’s top came off. The jacket revealed nothing intimate; her children had seen her in plain t-shirts before. But now her breasts fell out – she wasn’t wearing a bra – and he watched them jiggle to stillness. And he could not help but continue watching them in their stillness.
            “Mom?”
            “No questions!” Tsume barked, adding, “And no hesitation,” and then descended her pants and panties in one stroke, breasts dangling and knocking with her arms moving against them. She was absolutely naked and standing before Kiba and Akamaru without a single hitch. Kiba, flabbergasted, didn’t know what to respond with, though his partner whined softly. Not like the Inuzuka family never bathed together, but Kiba – at the bottom rung of the clan’s strict hierarchy – always entered after Hana and Tsume were already sheltered by the bath.
            Tsume was not a traditional mother of Konoha; perhaps even one of the few mothers who did not belong to the Alliance. She was as rough in appearance as attitude, and did not gussy up like the beauties of Konoha. She dashed her lips with lipstick and put some mascara on, but those efforts only seemed to sharpen the ferocity of her look. Her bronzed skin had small scars, but Kiba’s eyes took more notice of the darker hue of her nipples on full breasts – he wondered if they were bigger than Hana’s, as he would peek at hers, especially in those bonding bathtimes – and the thick spread of brown hair at her crotch. And she was wet; Kiba could smell that before he could see. The unfamiliar scent he had walked in on…
            She folded her arms, breasts resting above them. “Are you ready for this, Kiba?”
            There was a pause for a second. “Ready for what?!” he burst out while his cheeks flushed deeper.
            “You must control yourself! Control all emotion and instinct!” She pointed a finger at a seat – which somehow seemed to lack any sort of dignity by its plain, stout design – and ordered him upon it. It was a seat of degradation, not unlike Akamaru’s posture. He’d be forced to sit right next to the bed, hunched over and uncomfortable. And was his mom going to set up in front of him, tantalizing him with the charm of a woman’s body? With the greatest shame, he acknowledged the readiness in his pants.
            He did not refuse, though he cast a glance at Akamaru. The white dog did not stir, his slanted eyes fixed on the alpha in the room. When her son settled down next to her bed, Tsume showed a pleased grin to him. “Control,” she told him once more, and slowly went down on her bed, crawling and positioning on hands and knees, facing him. At once, his eyes went to her hanging breasts. Let him have his eyeful. It’d work to really test his ability to control…
            Kuromaru mounted her suddenly. There was no ceremony to it. Normally, in their privacy, he would wait for a command, but he sometimes had these abrupt moments of restlessness. He needed to show the brood in front of them his dominance.
            Tsume rocked with the entire bed as his considerable weight shifted on it. “Kuromaru!” she snapped over her shoulder, and he clapped his maw once and licked his chops.
            “What’s going on?” Kiba wheezed, a foreign weight in his chest.
            Tsume did not answer him. If he was dumb enough not to understand, then there was no point in believing he’d ever run the Inuzuka clan. She was more fixated on Kuromaru bearing down on her, his forelegs hooking around her just beneath her ribcage and his pelvis reaching at his destination in long, awkward, blind strides. His penis had already poked from its furry sheath, but hung at an unreliable slant. He needed a significant tilt of his hindquarters to accurately get to Tsume’s own furry sex.
            They’d practiced enough, though only Kiba was unaware of it, and found certain momentums and customs to make it work fluidly. But Kuromaru, this time, was anxious. He was breeding his bitch – as his understanding – to assert his dominance over the rest of the pack. Mongrels would fight over a worthy mate; Kuromaru wouldn’t let the pup have a chance to challenge. The moment his partner aided his search and aimed him at her opening, he seized the chance and thrust forth. She grunted deep in response to being filled. Her pussy was ready; a training they had engaged in more often than they should, for both needed that sense of relaxation and completion. She hadn’t relied on her fingers for years just as Kuromaru hadn’t relied on a female of his species.
            Her body gripped him tightly, her walls puffing in welcoming embrace, and the bone secured him inside of her. He started to beat his hips quickly to her ass, growling deep in his throat. Tsume’s own throaty noises vibrated in response to him claiming her. His big, furry body trapped hers; his forelegs hooked around her midsection, locking her to his whim.
            Kiba wasn’t sure what to make of it; the situation in front of him and the surging erection in his pants. It stuck up against his trousers, but was limited in its reach. He needed to pull it out! Give it some relief while he tried to make sense of this spectacle! His mom being rutted by her dog while he watched?! What kind of ritual was this?!
            “Look at me, Kiba!”
            He snapped to, obeying without thinking of it, matching Tsume’s leveled gaze with his eyes wavering and intrusive. She was facing him directly, her tits bouncing and wobbling with Kuromaru’s heavy thrusts. The beast was bigger than any other dog in the compound – bigger even than Akamaru would ever grow – and he was mounting Tsume. Yet her arms didn’t so much as buckle. Her fortitude and resilience against it were as inspiring as it was challenging. Could any man, then, break her, fuck her into a mewling heap?
            Mostly, she seemed unaffected by the cock jamming into her. But her lips sometimes twitched, a snarl shifted to something softer, and once or twice, she let out a gasp as her partner stabilized himself – the mattress did not suit him.
            Kiba also felt the weight of Kuromaru’s one-eyed gaze. He couldn’t bring himself to look up and meet it, but he felt that the dog was daring him to try to claim Tsume for himself. Kiba’s hands fisted on his pantlegs. He hoped he could control himself.
            Kuromaru’s swollen, red dick continued to plunge deep into Tsume’s familiar hole. His bulk actually slipped in with some ease; her wetness, his leakage, and their frequent sessions always made it easy. Always… up until the knot was ready to be applied. But his bitch was ready and never refused the bulging knob. He wouldn’t cram it in all at once; when they had first joined – intimately when he reached maturity, though he had been restless for her since even before that – he remembered how he almost lost his other ear when trying to force his knot in without preamble. She needed to guide him, knead his knot, work it around to fit into her.
            This part always got to her; the method of it, the anticipation, and now, with her son watching – her eyes didn’t leave his for a second as she reached down to work Kuromaru successfully into her snatch – the reverence. Her jaw hitched a little, the strain evident on her face when she made the room and Kuromaru cautiously pressed in. Kiba’s own breathing halted, leaving the room in deafening silence but for the sticky-wet squelch of a knob of flesh locking inside. Kiba almost came right then and there when his mother gave a drawn-out sigh of relief, signifying a successful union. And for dogs, what came next?
            Kuromaru made a few jabs, sticking his long and locked penis up Tsume’s willing chute, mating his tapered tip to her children’s first room. With a long, higher-than-normal groan, Kuromaru began to defile that chamber with his bestial seed. Hot, churning waves clouding and scorching where they struck. His hind legs skipped and ambled, as if trying to find some possible angle that would better allow him to successfully breed her this time. With the knot holding in the contents, his rump shook, desperate to inject her with as much doggy seed as possible.
            Tsume reveled in this feeling of being filled; no man’s cum – not even the ones that put Kiba and Hana in her belly – was as hot as Kuromaru’s inseminations, nor as gratifying. She broke her own rule and looked away from her hyperventilating boy to reach back and keep Kuromaru embedded. As if he needed the help…
            “There,” she whispered to her mate breathing and groaning over her other shoulder. “Right there.” Of course he came a lot. He topped her off and then some. She could feel it sloshing with each minor shift of her body. The claws holding her waist were flexing, raking at her skin; she loved the painful experience on the high of bestial pleasure. Made her feel like one of them…
            It was a few moments of recovery before Kuromaru went into action. His heavy form swung away, his left hind leg lifting and kicking to clear the hump of Tsume’s ass. The turn; Kiba recognized it. No self-respecting dog lover didn’t know about tying the knot. That meant – though he already knew by behavior and even the muffled musky scent emanating from his mom’s loins – that he’d finished, spent all he had, and was now doing all he could to impregnate her by locking the abundance behind his bulb.
            Tsume’s chest was heaving. All about the experience with Kuromaru and dogs was so much more exciting and different. The size, heat, manners, volume, twists and turns… Just harboring the incompatible cum inside her womb pleased her.
            Kiba felt a strange mix of hot and cold. He could ejaculate then and there, perhaps shoot the biggest load he’d ever have! And at the same time, the elation would be met in equal measure with shame. His mom being bred by her dog… Maybe it could only be worse if Akamaru took a turn…
            Kiba swore he experienced a mini-orgasm at that thought.
            There was no explanation given. For the minutes that passed, Kiba was just expected to watch the ceremony of alphas, ambling and subtly resituating themselves for comfort. But without much declaration, Kuromaru slumped out of his master, the rigid bone receding and the flesh drooping and waning, though not leaving the snatch without an impressive mess. Some gushed out of her to splatter on the bed, but Kiba was informed enough to know that the bulk remained inside of her.
            “An alpha of the Inuzuka clan is determined by his or her ability to perform,” Tsume explained, finally moving out of the breeding position she had remained in for Kuromaru’s benefit.
            When Kiba gulped, his throat felt like sandpaper rubbing together.
            “So, Kiba…” She sat forward, one leg lifted up at the knee and the other folded in front of her. She reached and opened her pussy with two fingers. Kuromaru’s gobs were still flowing heavily. There was more left inside her than Kiba imagined! Dog sperm floundered inside of her, pitching themselves again Kiba’s sibling in vain effort. “What will you do?”
            The answer was obvious.
            He clamored to his feet. No bother with his shirt; it was his trousers and underwear that needed to come off! He got them only to his knees before he bowled his mother over onto her back, one hand latching on a full, tough breast while the other aided the aim of his cock. Tsume didn’t seem surprised at all by his vigor; she just went with it, spread her legs for him, and gave a soft grunt when he found his mark.
            Through puffy lips and dog cum, Kiba surged his cock into her. He was harder and thicker than ever, yet he could feel the space stretched out for him; she could hardly grip him after Kuromaru fucked her hole so thoroughly. Kiba shuddered violently, reached in to the base of his cock, and began to add his own semen to the stockpile already inside of her. His was not nearly as blazing as Kuromaru’s batch, but Tsume could at least commend the force with which her son premature ejaculated. She felt each bullet of incestuous seed thud against her cervix to be supped into the stuffed womb to make a bid for a brother or sister.
            “If you grow an heir in me,” Tsume told him as he wracked with unreserved shame and pleasure, “you will become head of the clan.” But she smirked wryly when he peeked up at her from where he bowed into her tits. “No man has been able to since you were born. Kuromaru is very potent.”
            That triggered images in her son’s head. Queues of men of all types – Kakashi-sensei, Asuma-sensei, Third-sama, Iruka-sensei, all men – waiting for a chance to breed his mom, trying to best her mutt and failing. For all their renown and pride, they just could overcome Kuromaru’s beastly seed.
            But none of them were Inuzuka Kiba! “Rahh~!” Kiba roared with passion, willing his cock to get hard again as he began thrusting. Dog cum and his own clung to his shaft, making it even easier to slide through her. At the very least, even if she wasn’t moaning and begging for him to fuck her more, she twisted her arms overhead and caught on the edge of the bed for support. “I’ll-!! I’ll be the one to impregnate you…!! Mom!!”
            Just try, her smirk challenged him.
            He fired off inside her again… and then again after that, though he needed a break and a drink and just a little provocation from his mom’s red lips.
            He’d try again and again… and again, if he had to! But surely, she’d already gotten pregnant with that first bit of batter he streamed into her.
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            She didn’t turn out pregnant, and Tsume continued her unchallenged reign over the Inuzuka complex. Not to say Kiba didn’t make valiant tries from time to time. He’d come to her at night, wake her up and wave his cock indignantly at her, but she’d be too tired to entertain such a little cock when she had a stud like Kuromaru mounting her every need. Still, the pleading of her son was passionate, so she rolled over onto her side, let him commit their incest while she was half-asleep, and put up with his cum dribbling out of her quim.
            Over breakfast tables, in the yard, on joint missions, wherever he could try to breed her, he would. At one point, it got so desperate and pathetic that Kuromaru had to step in, bark away at Kiba’s horny advances, and then show the pup how it was done again.
            Desperation led Kiba to act desperately. He’d go to his sister for help. Maybe he could breed her, usurp the Inuzuka by impregnating the next in line. However, he found out that the Haimaru Triplets had already laid claim to his sister. Watching her in the clinic from the outside window, the orgy of his naked busty sister trying to appease all three dogs at once, Kiba couldn’t even make a move for her; he had to just jerk off onto the wall and hope that fucking his mom next time would bear results.
            There was a day when Kiba was hopeful, when he saw a bump in his mom’s belly. With a rowdy “Yahoo!”, he pointed at the baby bump and declared that today saw the rise of the new Inuzuka clan’s head member!
            Tsume rubbed the bump and scoffed. “This isn’t from you,” she said snidely. “It’s the aftermath of Akamaru. Your partner is more virile than you, Kiba.”
            Kiba’s spirits plummeted. That distinctive bulge… was Akamaru’s packed dog cum? Sulking with a sulking atmosphere, Kiba twisted to his dog. Akamaru did seem pleased, his cock’s sheathe noticeably wet. But seeing Kiba’s look, he tilted his head, perked his ears slightly, and whined.
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            Kiba became clan leader by default when his mom retired and his sister was much too busy being fucked by dogs in all countries. While it may not have been the win he was looking for, the objective was getting the respect and acknowledgement of his clan.
            He was on his way to visit Tamaki at the shack on the outskirts of town again. “Heh! Maybe it’s time to grow the Inuzuka pack some more!” Breeding cats with dogs was a strange concept, but Kiba viewed it as him being such a great leader.
            But when he arrived at the shack, he could already hear the noises of Tamaki in the throes of pleasure. But who…? Who would dare intrude on his territory?! Dropping the bags of food – dog, cat, and people food – and the amorous flowers to woo his mate, he ran to intercept the debauchery and set his vengeance against the offender.
            He threw the door open with a frantic “Tamaki!!”
            “Ahh~♥ Akamaru~♥” Tamaki heaved under the big, old mutt. It seemed Akamaru could be roused from dozing to keep his claim as head of the Inuzuka clan. His pink cock shoved wetly into Tamaki’s wet and ready hole. She was shaved down there; fine, trimmed brunette hair. Akamaru gave no never mind as he fucked her. He might not have had the oomph in his prime when he fucked his predecessor, but he could still get around and really put a thud to every bitch Kiba trained to claim. The Inuzuka clan couldn’t have a leader who couldn’t perform after all.
            Under the horrified eyes of Kiba, Tamaki arched her back and scream, “Akamaru~, I’m cumming~! I’ve never cum like this before~♥” Her toes and fingers curled, her elation cresting with a crescendo of squelching. That was good enough, Akamaru decided, and gave a old, feeble “Ruff” before pouring his approval into her belly, igniting a louder mewl of delight. Her youthful walls clamped and massaged him, promising to always welcome his cock and seed! He needn’t knot and tie her. He was good enough as is, even as his tired bulk trapped her to the floor.
            Kiba sunk too, moaning in defeat and wishing that he hadn’t gotten so hard watching his leader breed his bitch.
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