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Animal Handling	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 69918 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Chapter List
- 1-Animal Handling
- 2-Dog of the Night... is a bad title...
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            “M-Mom…!”
            “Harder! Faster! Don’t you know how to do it right?!”
            Akamaru’s head lifted lazily from the floor, turning in the direction of the door ajar to his right. Alpha’s bedroom; forbidden unless instructed otherwise. No closed doors in this house, but both he and Kiba had learned their boundaries after a raid that landed them a wallop from the trespassed alpha.
            But the alpha had taken Kiba into the room; a matter of mating, and Kiba obliged. Once or twice, Akamaru had watched, but afterward, his inseparable partner said that he should wait outside from then on. “It’s too weird,” Kiba had confessed, looking away awkwardly.
            But Akamaru, with the door opened enough to peek in, could see that the situation with the alpha was not soon to conclude.
            Tsume was on top; Kiba was against the headboard of her bed, looking weak as his mother rode him. She was bottomless; he was naked, her hands having stolen all presence of modesty to maintain his submission. She fucked him, and he obliged her whims as best as he could. But how could a boy in the midst of his teenage years set himself on par with one of the most vigorous women in the Village?!
            “C’mon,” she snapped at him. “Is this how you fuck Hinata? You’re pitiful!”
            Kiba showed his shock at the mention of his teammate. “H-Hinata?” he stammered out between breaths and grunts. “I…! I’ve never…!” Not that he hadn’t thought about it. It was impossible not to fantasize about the Hyuga when she had developed. Huge breasts, a pretty face, a ‘can’t-say-no’ attitude… Many a night had been spent in vigorous masturbation thinking about her. And in fact, the mere mention of her while balls-deep in his mom lit a fire of passionate desire.
            As if to prove himself worthy, Kiba mustered up all his strength, steadied Tsume’s hips mid-thrust, and began to pound his cock up into her snatch with a sustained yell to match his sudden vitality. The springiness of the worn bed helped his backside leap to plant himself further into her furry quim.
            “Better,” grinned the wild woman, feral eyes locked on her frantic son’s face.
            The two were being rather noisy, but at this early evening hour, it was uncommon for Hana to be anywhere but the kennel. There was only one other, and he watched in uninterested fashion the rutting of his master and their alpha. He’d been there for a while, listening to the sounds of frantic mating. What his master was doing was certainly more fun than waiting around in a cramped space. But through the garbled noises they made on the other side of the door, Akamaru’s ears picked up a word, or a name, rather, spoken by his master: “Hinata.”
            Akamaru shifted, and then ambled to his feet. Kiba mentioning Hinata; Akamaru didn’t particularly rationalize like humans, but he knew what that name meant: comfort, treats, petting, and comfort again. Perhaps his partner had said her name to him, sending him off to find refuge with the delightful girl.
            Akamaru was very content to do just that.
            He made his way to the outside just as Kiba’s loudest howl filled the household, followed by the grumbling complaints that he was too quick. And while the evening was nearing its later minutes, it could be seen that the adjoining dog clinic was still bustling with business. No business of Akamaru or anyone else, mind you; it was the time when Hana took care to lock the doors and pull the shades and run her Haimaru Triplets through their practices: pace and patience and positions. Their new formation had been founded and rehearsed since Akamaru brought her to the knowledge of bestial pleasures. One-on-one was an eye-opener; three-on-one taught her that there were methods to which she would have to explore to truly understand her Triplets.
            She could be heard from the outside, her even tone broken with huskier, lower moans or wild cries or muffled yelps. They had to take turns in a rotation; she’d not mastered taking more at once aside from using her hands and mouth while one mounted her from behind. The youngest, Akamaru had discovered, usually made her sound like this; the youngest was the most vivacious and anxious.
            Akamaru’s mind was set on the comfort of the Hyuga, so he headed for the gate. On patrol – as usual on these particular nights – Kuromaru sat inside the perimeter of the Inuzuka grounds, mindful of all goings-on in the territory. His one-eyed gaze shifted to Akamaru. He watched the passing pooch, taking note of his departure, not impeding it. Akamaru was trustful enough to come and go without concern. Kuromaru turned his sights back to his esteemed partner’s bedroom light… where she was mounted by her unruly offspring.
            His one eye glowered…
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            As always, the Hyuga manor was extra peaceful at night, though there were still those wandering the grounds, mostly in silent contemplation. Neji took roost underneath the oldest tree of the estate, legs folded and hands entwined in his lap. He liked to take this time to meditate while the heiresses of the Head family indulged in the bathhouse.
            Hinata enjoyed the moments of intimacy with her nearly-estranged little sister. Her father had treated them so separately up until recently that it almost seemed like they were both single children. She adored Hanabi-chan… but perhaps Hanabi’s interests in bathing together were a bit too obvious.
            Budding herself into maturity, Hanabi was enraptured by her sister’s bosom; a set of twins that dwarfed all but the Fifth and a select few women in the Village. But the Fifth was boisterous, and Hinata was withdrawn, hiding her buxom figure beneath layers of unseasonal clothes. What a treat to see her unbound, and Hanabi’s eyes absorbed the luscious spectacle.
            Girls at the public bathhouse ogled her in a similar fashion; maybe with more envy than interest… But Hanabi was fixated, staring openly when her big sister joined her in the bath tub.
            “Ha-Hanabi-chan,” muttered the older, carefully tucking her breasts behind crossed arms and looking off to the side, “you shouldn’t stare like that.”
            “But Onee-san’s chest is so pretty,” Hanabi confessed. She smiled, the kind of wide smile that Hinata just couldn’t bring herself to ever make. “I bet lots of boys go after you. Don’t worry, Onee-san! Naruto won’t be able to resist!” She snickered at how flustered Hinata got from the mere mention of her crush. Hanabi was not like Kiba; she saw all too well the signs of a girl infatuated. But as experience went, Hanabi could say that she had more experience with boys than her conservative sister. Nothing extreme; a love letter, a hug, a kiss. Basically all the things Hiashi had forbidden before he took Neji under his wing and saw gray in his black-and-white world. With Neji showing more promise than either daughter, he had loosened his leash on Hanabi to let her explore the village outside the manor.
            “I hope mine get like yours someday,” Hanabi confessed, holding her two breasts and showing the ease of it. They were small, hardly budding; a little weight, but she didn’t need a bra just yet. Like her sister, her nipples were a lighter shade of brown, nearly tan; unlike her sister, they were small while Hinata’s had a decent and appropriately-sized circumference of areola with the fat bud situated in the center.
            Hanabi’s form of compliment didn’t flatter her sister. Hinata had always found her buxom figure to be bothersome. Bandages took so long to go around them, and hardly any bra suited her during her team’s usual hot pursuits. The best she managed was containing them through layers of mesh and clothing. Letting them breathe now, she still found them a bother. Perhaps if Hanabi wasn’t watching so intently…
            But she was in luck, as Hanabi’s topic veered from her sister’s loveliness to the training at home. Neji-nii-san was a real pain, she fumed, leaning out of the tub with her rear end facing Hinata, pouting with her fist bracing her cheek. “He always says what we should and shouldn’t be doing. He thinks too much of the rules of the Hyuga, even though he’s just a Branch member.”
            Hinata fiddled her fingers. “Nii-san… he went through a lot. He just wants to protect us. Father finally accepts him…”
            “It’s not my problem!” And Hanabi leapt out of the water, a spray following her that she manipulated with her chakra. With a flourish, she made a dazzling show of indoor rainfall that landed solely in the tub. A trick Hinata had showed her while practicing her own style of Juken. Hinata winced only slightly, and then faced her naked sister standing outside the bathtub, her hands on her hips and her legs proudly separated; hair, but not much, and her breasts had swelled, but also irrelevantly.
            Though Hinata protested, wanting to enjoy the heat of a bath after a tiresome day a bit longer, Hanabi finally got her up and out. Hinata came forth, and Hanabi couldn’t help just a bit more comparison. A lot more hair – though managed – and a lot more bounce to every step. She even had those wide, luring hips that had that natural and seductive sway, even if her pace tried to deny her backside the ‘come hither’ motion.
            Jointly, the sisters toweled off, Hanabi chattering about her Juken progress while Hinata kept her respectful silence in listening. Though it was just the two of them, the elder sister had tied a towel around her torso as they moved on to the dressing room; Hanabi felt fine walking naked. They each went to their personal basket where fresh sets of clothes waited. The attendees of Hyuga were quick and thorough as the mistresses bathed, immediately swapping out their day clothes for the sleeping kimonos. Without pause, they were about to make the swap, but Hanabi paused.
            Something had made a… thump! She turned her head towards the door, the cheery expression now tilting to a focused scowl. Byakugan was activated at will, and through doors, walls, and distance, she saw a chakra signature not of the Hyuga clan. And it was halfway into her sister’s room!
            Not giving warning, she went into battle mode, snatching the towel off her sister to cover herself up; Hinata gasped and barely had time to cover her bouncing tits. “Hanabi-chan!”
            The girl was already racing down the hall, arms straight and poised, following the lead of her feet. Hinata’s towel kept her covered well, but the forward lean of her posture had her flashing her nethers to anyone who might happen behind her.
            Hinata gave pursuit, having grabbed her robe and hastily throwing it on. No time for underwear; she was so embarrassed by the intimate draft and the frantic floundering of her tits. She did her best to support them with an arm, but there was no way to deal with her bottoms. Just hurry and find out why Hanabi was running to her room.
            In a single fluid motion, Hanabi threw open the shutter door and lunge in with the intent to jab the intruder in the gut and paralyze him forever! Luckily, she caught herself in midair and stumbled onto the floor. Onee-san’s window was certainly open, and the intruder took advantage of that, but who would scold precious Akamaru for peeking through and getting stuck halfway in?
            The Byakugan faded and became a bright smile. She loved Akamaru! She called out his name happily and rushed to his rescue. She pulled at his right foreleg, trying to give him some leverage to climb through. She heard his back paws scraping frantically against the house as he tried to get a foothold, but no use. Hanabi couldn’t even squeeze out around him to give him a boost.
            Luckily, though, Hinata had arrived to find the mess they were in. “Akamaru?!” Instinctively, she closed the door behind her, fixed her robe to better contain her cleavage, and then addressed the matter. “Akamaru, Father wouldn’t want you inside…”
            “Onee-san,” strained small Hanabi, still pulling at the mutt. “Help!”
            Rules and regulations aside, Hinata felt obligated to do as bidden. She wasn’t about to kick her dear friend out the way he had come. Besides, it wouldn’t be the first time she’d broken the ‘No Animals’ rule; he was easier to smuggle when he was smaller, though. She went and lent her strength, yet still it proved challenging to get the massive dog inside. “We… we have to be quiet,” she told her little sister, who was grunting and straining loudly while trying to tug Akamaru in. And finally, with a doggish “Oomph!” he fell through the window and trapped Hanabi beneath him. No harm done; Hanabi tolerated his weight with a great smile. “Is Kiba with him?” she asked, giggling while rubbing his big head.
            Hinata didn’t need – or want – to answer that. More than a few questions would occur if Kiba ever had come to her bedroom window, especially at night. It would begin a war with the most noble clan against the most mongrel clan. Besides, she thought of him like a brother, and wouldn’t care to think of how he felt about her; she would repress a time not long ago when Kiba tried to peep on her whilst she did her waterfall training. Kurenai-sensei had been swift to sweep him away and dole out punishment.
            Akamaru sniffed at Hanabi’s face; a less familiar smell, but similar enough to Hinata’s. His tongue ran over her cheek before he plodded away. His intentions were with Hinata, his tail lazily turning back and forth as he came to her and put his muzzle to her hand. Irresistible… The heiress smiled in spite of her anxiety and went to her knees to affectionately pet him.
            Kiba-kun must’ve been busy. He was expected to be a candidate for the head of his clan next, but the Inuzuka were very selective of who led them. They had to be just as strong without their canine companion, and Tsume was sure to put him through the ringer each practice.
            In which case, Hinata was more than welcoming to the wayward hound. And perhaps it would be best to get started at making him a bed for the night. A couple of sheets, she took from the corner cabinet of her room; a Hyuga heiress was not to go wanting for warmth, so she always had excess stock.
            Let Hanabi-chan play as she set up his bed… It was almost like having a sleepover; Hinata was envious when she had been invited to Sakura-san’s years ago for a slumber party. Her fellow rookie kunoichi, all in the same room, pajama-clad and talking… It was nice.
            Not so nice was the sudden weight that came down on her from above. A rather gruff grunt – very unladylike and one that she was uncomfortable making – was made as Akamaru threw himself against her from behind, nearly bowling her over if her arms had not caught her balance first. Feeling the fuzzy muzzle against the side of her head, Hinata turned, eyes wide. “A-Akamaru!”
            The black lips seemed curved in a smile of adoration, the slants of his eyes happy as he gave a soft grunt. Though different with Kiba and just about anyone else, he had a very distinct fondness for Hinata, expressing it sometimes in the manner of a quadruped’s hug. Kiba had tried to kick the habit from him – figuratively – but Hinata never helped with that training; too soft-spoken and nice to say “No! Down!”
            But this position… All his weight against her back… He was heavy, she thought, one eye squinting when her elbows bent. “A-Akamaru,” she murmured quietly, one arm coming up to nudge at his sternum, “you’re… heavy.”
            Akamaru reacted quicker and more comprehensively when Kiba told him to do something; the bond was stronger. He groaned deeply, rubbed on her. The body melded to hers, and she didn’t miss that he had rolled against the curvature of her butt. She stammered out his name once more and resisted his weight again. Again, he nuzzled his maw at her cheek.
            Heat filled her cheeks from the animal violation. She could kick him off, struggle a bit more, but it was too… improper and aggressive; unbefitting her Hyuga status. It wasn’t unusual for dogs to lay or sit to impose dominance or ownership; Kiba gave a few lessons on canine behavior. Too bad he didn’t impart any non-aggressive, polite ways to get Akamaru to behave.
            “C’mon!” Small arms encompassed Akamaru’s thick neck and pulled, but Akamaru was not swayed. Rather, his forelegs tightened on Hinata’s waist. His unwillingness to budge almost made quick-to-aggression Hanabi resort to the nullifying Juken, but she luckily had better control than that; she just kept tugging while Hinata wailed helplessly in her awkward predicament.
            Why should he move? Hana had prostrated similarly when he had rutted her. The clothes had been moved out of the way so that he might get inside her, and he had. Truthfully, he hadn’t mated with another dog before, so the sister of his master had been his first copulation. And, as a dog, it was a very satisfying experience. While expressing himself in animal ways, Akamaru had decided the preferability of human mating. Hana had, after all, been so cooperative and insightful of the custom; being a vet certainly helped. And now Hana had the habit to call the company of mutts to her bed. While Kiba was well on his way to becoming a great dog-nin – mastering olfactory jutsu beyond even dogs – Hana had developed her own skill with the beasts of her clan; a skill of weapons unparalleled.
            But finally, giant Akamaru gave out with a groan and released Hinata, who sighed and scolded – or rather, firmly reminded, as her tone just could not convey sincere severity – him that he mustn’t lunge at people. She switched her almost-frown into an endearing smile, and she pet his muzzle. “You’re not little anymore, Akamaru.”
            “C’mon, Akamaru!” strained Hanabi, still pulling at his head. “Come lay over with… me! Yah!” Her hands slipped, and she plopped down on her butt on Hinata’s mat. And though narrow, Akamaru’s keen eyesight gleamed at the askew towel covering the youngest Hyuga mistress. Not that Hanabi noticed; she nearly ran through the hallway naked earlier! Little she would bother covering up with only a dog and her sister in the room.
            Unknowing of Akamaru’s acquired tastes, of course…
            The bulk of fur that was Akamaru moved onto his belly, head between his parallel paws, though his nose seemed to stretch outward, chasing the scent. Lavender, lily and other flowery scents masked it, but he scented Hanabi’s femininity – not that he needed to to identify her as a female. But the aroma reacted with his primal instinct; he smelled female, and that was enough to stir him.
            The sisters were having a brief exchange; Hinata cautioning Hanabi not to overdo herself, and Hanabi insisting it was a mere slip. Neither thought it strange that Akamaru was padding in a beeline for Hanabi, whose limbs were still openly angled. Really, it was a pervert’s paradise and perfect opportunity; Akamaru needn’t even stealth as he approached the target of the beckoning scent. Only when he was a foot from her did Hanabi acknowledge him with an affectionate pat on the head. She called him a good dog, scratched his scruff, and then gasped in shock at the coldness of his nose and its intimacy. He hadn’t even hesitated, burying his snout between her slender thighs and shoving against her cleft, breathing in deep her familiarity.
            “Akamaru!” gasped the girl, her legs instinctively snapping together. But he had already wedged in, access to her sex unwillingly granted. She looked to her sister, but Hinata was still tidying up Akamaru’s sheets and the spare mat, figuring that Hanabi would not leave her room now that Akamaru had visited.
            Hanabi gestated a moment. Akamaru’s nose had receded somewhat, though he was still nearer than anyone else should be allowed. Whatever scent he was chasing, he really wanted to catch up to it. Was it so wrong to let him keep bustling? The answer was obvious, but little Hanabi thought the feeling was pleasant, like a tickle. When curiosity had been piqued, her legs slowly yielded, and Akamaru seized the chance. Again, his nose was very cold and wet, but as it buried against her cleft, she shivered from something else; shivered, and then a small giggle. It felt strangely good, his nose probing at her mound. What was he even looking for? She smiled and scooted to accommodate the mutt’s head while he violated her. “It’s okay, Akamaru. It feels funny.” She giggled and flushed when Akamaru obliged.
            A giggling Hanabi was nothing to be concerned about, particularly when Akamaru was near. Hinata just kept to her task and let the two uninvited, but nonetheless welcome guests enjoy each other.
            Hanabi winced a little, but overall smiled at Akamaru’s crotch-diving. The nose invaded her space, but when his tongue came out and rasped against the fullness of her sex?! She flexed and held the mat beneath her. It still tickled, but in a stronger way, harder to suppress, and it was less to laugh at. Akamaru, emboldened when he did not receive a swat on the head, pressed onward, licking more and more at Hanabi’s bald mound, drawing heat and flavor with each pass. Eventually, her hands did find their way to his head, but it was to grab at his floppy ears like handlebars. A moan mixed with a giggle, her hips jittery and her toes curling. What did it matter when her towel drooped more, now unclasped and fully brandishing her naked body? Soft mounds at her chest, brown nipples a lighter shade than her sister’s, the apex of her skinny thighs with naught but the merest wisp of dark-brown hair.
            “Hanabi-chan, your bed’s ready,” Hinata called, and it was the first time Hanabi looked away from Akamaru, just in time to see Onee-san’s expression as it changed from a bright smile to shock to mortification, almost all at once, almost in slow motion. “Hanabi-chan!” she called again, her voice sharper and urgent this time. One foot came up – briefest and slimmest flash of her pussy shown – but she was pressured to remain kneeling by her own disbelief. She almost fell over, she almost passed out! However, her mind was functioning – or malfunctioning – too much to go under. She was at a loss of words. There were several she could cry out – “No!” “Stop!” “You can’t!” “Enough!” – but the situation had her voice box in a stranglehold.
            Hanabi, although recognizing the horrified look on Hinata’s face, just giggled and continued to hold Akamaru in place. An unmistakable moan made it out amongst a series of fitful giggles. “Onee-san, it tickles! Akamaru really likes it!” Her pale face brightened more, and the laughter started to wane as more moans and gasps started to make it out. Yes, it tickled, but it felt like there was a culmination of good feelings expanding in the pit of her belly. In reflex to it, her toes curled and her fingers tightened in Akamaru’s hackles. “Ah~…” The smile turned into an open mouth, eyes heavy-lidded and hazy. “It feels… really good, Onee-san… Ah!”
            “Hanabi-chan!” Hinata said for the third time. “You… you can’t let Akamaru do that!”
            Hanabi unconsciously bit her lower lip, her hands still latched and egging Akamaru on. Hinata’s further protests were futile and ultimately unheard from the THMP-THMP-THMP-ing going on in her ears. Akamaru was making her feel… well… very good! And at first, it was like a sort of tickle, but steadily, she lost her smile and the set of giggling had turned to hot and heavy moans. Muscles in her slender thighs began to shiver involuntarily, though that was hardly a concern when her hips rose off the bedding to chase the insatiable dog’s tongue. Her snatch felt warmer than usual; slicker too, but maybe that was the work of Akamaru’s tongue? Each pass started to make her jolt until her arms gave out and she fell back. She cried out – “Onee-san!!” – and buckled all over. Her high-pitched wailing reached a higher note, and then she exhaled altogether, her tense limbs giving out, toes curling and hands clenching.
            Hinata was shocked, mystified, perhaps even horrified. She not only bore witness to her little sister’s first orgasm, but just sat by and watched it be preformed with the aid of Akamaru! Hadn’t she gotten over this? This fear of movement and action? And from the way Akamaru’s length protruded, she couldn’t say he was done with her…
            The young girl’s release surprised the lapping dog. He took away from her with a heavy sneeze, shaking his head and clearing his nose. The taste, he would chase; the wetness, he was not fond of. But the girl had settled, panting heavily, but she was settled. All well and good, but Akamaru found the usual rutting position preferable. Hana was so accommodating. The girl needed instruction, he supposed. She was probably small enough that his head could roll her onto her stomach and in position.
            But action was called for, and Hinata answered. All sorts of things she was taught to discipline Akamaru, yet she couldn’t remember a single one. She only knew that Hanabi-chan’s chastity was in danger, and she had to intercede.
            “Akamaru!” she shouted out, though only after a few awkward stammers. He turned to her, and his sight was met with the parted legs of Hyuga Hinata. She sustained her openness with rigid difficulty. The robe had ridden up and split. There was no barrier underneath, just like her sister. Unlike her sister, she was not bald; her quim carried a thick meadow of midnight-blue hair, a testament to her maturity. If Akamaru was deciding which female would be best to breed with – and he was – Hinata was the obvious choice. To his simplistic mind, her age and size were far better suited for birth.
            Hinata was no maiden – Naruto had seen to that, though he put no tags on their relationship afterwards as he tugged up his pants and thanked her like she’d treated him to ramen – but the act still kept her rattled. She looked aside, though shame waited wherever she looked as she daintily lifted the hem of her robe, as if full view of her dark-haired cunt was not already facing dog and sister. “I…” She swallowed, nearly choking on her decency and modesty as it went down. “I think… you would be… b…better… over here…” A whimper. “… with me.”
            Akamaru agreed, swinging away from the deboned Hanabi with an impatient trot in his leave. He came down on Hinata before she was ever ready, sniffing and rooting around where she had invited him. She shrieked at first; a high yelp that she hid beneath a hand (both hands if she hadn’t grabbed onto the space between his big ears with one). His nose jabbed with cold wetness, striking her clit and hair with deep rushes of air whenever he breathed her in. He huffed a slight sneeze; the short hairs tickled his sensitive snout, but he pressed back in as recklessly as before.
            She bit hard on her bottom lip to stifle response – whether audible or physical – but it did not prepare her for the full effect of his tongue, scraping long across her tender folds. Naruto’s tongue had given briefer swaths, darting mostly against her clit; Akamaru’s long, wide tongue covered all over her sex in one lick, and it dragged most effectively against her nub.
            She fell back heedlessly to her mat. She felt dizzy, the room spinning. Blood was rushing like a torrent in her head and face. She was sure she’d pass out. The situation, the experience, the feel; she wanted to pass out and hope that would end all of it. But the feel was removed after four good passes, and her mind returned to her for that instant when Akamaru was licking at his chops. A very illogical part of Hinata’s brain wanted to believe that he’d had his fill of Hyuga and would settle down and let them rest peacefully.
            Why would she ever believe that, though, when the dog behaved on instinct? He passed above her, his underside leaning into her. Like he was strapped for time, he wasted none with curiosities and fitful nuzzlings. His hind legs were already quivering, awkwardly spreading outward and waddling forward. The offering of her cunt was provided an offering itself: a hot red slab that leaned against the forest of deep cobalt. Heavier than Naruto-kun…
            Hinata’s eyes flashed wide. That was…! She found herself locked between his forelegs, his paws digging up to her armpits, keeping her from squirming or at least stalling her as he tried to line up with her. The slate over her wobbled helplessly, brushing sticky wet strings through her pubic hair as her own hips buckled, also helpless. His agenda was urgent, jabbing and slipping off his mark; emergence from the sheath not promising stability, not until he stuck the bitch.
            Hinata was fortunate in that. He found the spot, whining eagerly as he pressed unsuccessfully. Naruto had not split her open recently, and though she had blossomed with unintended eagerness, Akamaru could not make it to the desired path. His whining was pitiful and actually made Hinata feel bad for him, but it was best that he not breach her seal. “I’m… I’m sorry, Akamaru.” It was the best lie she had ever given, for she was glad to have this ended on his own account. It could not be said that she was cruel…
            “I’ll help!”
            Hanabi had deftly slipped over to watch what her elder sister had tempted Akamaru with and had been enthused to see the conclusion. Ending with a disappointed dog and an undefiled cunt seemed tragic… Hanabi needed more excitement than that, so she uninhibitedly grasped Akamaru’s penis. It swelled immediately, Hanabi discovered with delight, and was put in place at Hinata’s entrance.
            “Hanabi-chan,” gasped the elder sister in vain, “no…!” But her protest yielded to a cry when her cunt stretched around Akamaru’s hot length. He scorched his way into her, a weak spear of meat that became rigid when he was planted into her. The mutt huffed loudly and gratefully, scooting his hindquarters closer to her, bunching her legs over his haunches as he sat into her. When the oz bone filled him out, Hinata arched with a cry. He was too large for her! “It’s too big~!” Hanabi had to agree. Her sister’s neat and slim slit looked like it could tear around the meaty red shaft wedged inside.
            Akamaru thought differently. He hadn’t gone deep enough! Though his tip nudged at the end of her canal, he needed to lodge his knot inside her and attempted to cram his way into her. Hinata’s thighs opened further impulsively to meet the breadth of the penetrator. His fur brushed nicely against her smooth skin, though against the hair of her groin, it contrasted with its dusty white. And her pink enveloped around his fierce, angry red…
            The knob squished up against her packed lips, threatening to prop her further apart. Hinata resisted, calling for Akamaru to recede, trying to scoot back on her butt, but Akamaru abruptly rushed forward, whining and grunting and working his cock up her pussy. He must have decided to forgo tying with her just yet; her quivering walls were beckoning.
            “Ah! Ahh!” Hinata could not resist. Her hands locked around Akamaru’s thick neck, squeezing at his hackles as he plundered her. She jerked and jostled with his clumsy and powerful thrusts. He was not so awkward as when he first penetrated. Hana trained him well enough to suit her, and while she – and just about every Inuzuka female but dominate Tsume – preferred the submissive ‘doggy-style’, she also taught him to adapt to different positions. It was not the easiest, but Akamaru was satisfactory meeting a human mate between the legs like this.
            Hinata, bouncing off his forceful thrusts, off his knot like some kind of toy ball, bit her bottom lip, trying not to squeal too loud. Hyuga sentries were on guard all night, ever since the incident that led to her uncle’s end. She didn’t want to call them down on her and find that they also needed to be on guard for stray animals, lest they clamor into the heiress’ room to lay with her.
            A forgotten spectator, Hanabi watched intently while her sister was defiled by Kiba’s dog, not understanding why she was so intrigued. The long pass of Akamaru’s tongue between her legs had tickled her and made her feel neglected when he had trudged over to claim her sister. With a small, needy and curious whimper, Hanabi floated a hand between her legs, under her night robe and tried to mimic the pleasurable rub from Akamaru’s tongue. “Uhm!” Hanabi yipped, tightening her lips until her mouth was a sucked-in line. The line of her sex was wetter than earlier; tingling and… open. Her middle finger probed curiously at the slickness, and it made her shudder. She was not so adventurous as to delve deeper than she dared, but just playing with that bump at the crest of her slit was enough to sate her. The electric that stimulated from that nudged nub increased when Onee-san swiveled sharply, turned off balance when only one arm reached back to support on her mat. The abrupt twist disheveled her loose robe so that her swollen breasts slipped free. Hinata acknowledged their exposure, gasping as they heaved magnificently into view, but she was in no position to correct her modesty, or else the frisky dog would topple her. So they bounced unencumbered; nice, heavy bounces in Akamaru’s face, though he was not able to appreciate them. Naruto always buried his face between them or stuffed his mouth with her brown nipples. Akamaru just panted on them, his breath hot, heavy and moist as he fucked her.
            Hanabi continued to suck in her noises, loving the noise of her sister and the wet squelching of Akamaru’s penis going into the spot between her legs. And those envious breasts… Hanabi’s own nipples atop her budding breasts poked against her robe. She felt those firm hills, but her fingers twitched for something fuller…
            Gazing down her body, embarrassed to see her tits floundering against one another, she was more embarrassed to see the gap between her legs being stuffed repeatedly by the shaft emerged from its furry sheath. And the knob at the base pressed threateningly at her nether lips, a looming promise of a greater penetration. Her teeth unhinged from around her abused bottom lip when a powerful squeal answered the thought of Akamaru completing his onslaught.
            “Onee-san, I think you should turn around for him.”
            “Hanabi-chan!” Hinata hadn’t noticed her younger sister, and her voice in her ear startled her. Hanabi-chan shouldn’t even be here to watch this! Yet there she was, closer than before, cuddling up close to her Onee-san to pick up the bountiful breasts swinging in front of her. Hinata said that she shouldn’t, but Hanabi chose instead to pinch her puckered nipples. What chance would she have to do this at any other time, with how guarded Hinata was of them?
            “Dogs do it the other way, right?” Hanabi stated casually while her sister continued to wobble and brace against Akamaru’s demanding hips. “It’ll… be easier, right?”
            Hinata took the idea partly, but was too transfixed to concur one way or the other. Naruto sometimes coaxed her on all fours; it was embarrassing, she would say more times than not, but he was smooth talking and inevitably got his way. Afterward, he’d fuck her hard, not gentle like she would fantasize about, like romantic lovers. He would claim her hips and yank her butt back to his pelvis so that they slapped together. She often had to clap her hand over her mouth or bury unbridled wails into her pillow until Naruto pulled out and started spraying across her back.
            Akamaru was unlikely to pull out, and she had not idea how to tell when a dog was at his end. He’d drown her womb with his doggy spunk, and she’d have to harbor his load until she could expel it all properly. It was enough to make her stomach turn if it wasn’t already knotted with the onset of climax.
            No…! she thought tragically. Not-not like this…! Her big eyes screwed up tight, her face pinching. She thought of Naruto-kun; thought hard of him and the last time he’d snuck into her room, devoting the session only to her, swishing his tongue back and forth, up and down between her legs. She was so embarrassed to have him so intimate to that part of her – most of all when his tongue dipped daringly and made her jump before getting him to promise to leave there alone.
            But Akamaru was rushing her to that plateau of pleasure, hitting the back of her pussy with his tapered tip, threatening to test the durability and resistance of her cervix to get to the sacred chamber within. “Arhphh!” he seemed to sneeze, darting his hips in rapid succession. Was this it, Hinata dreaded. She fell back into Hanabi’s embrace, allowing her tits to be molested while she took these energetic thrusts.
            Would it burn? Would it feel wet? Was there enough space inside her to contain the bulk held in that pair behind his penis?
            Yet nothing came. No sudden rush or stall of Akamaru’s; just the same pace. Hinata teetered between relief and disappointment. If not now, when? When would he be finished? When would he be done with her and extract? When would he…?
            “Yah! Hanabi-chan!” Her little sister fluffed her large breasts like she was fluffing a pillow, shoving them against one another, bouncing them carelessly and saying that they were even softer than she thought.
            “Did you like it when he licked here?” Hanabi was taking great liberties with these circumstances, reaching down just above where Akamaru fucked to start strumming against Hinata’s hardened clit. “I liked it,” she said just as Hinata began to buck and whimper and cry and ejaculate.
            Akamaru had gotten her there, but for the resistance of her modesty. Hanabi-chan’s wayward, mischievous fingers did away with that, though, slipping against the coarse hair of her mound to edge at the source of pleasure outside of what Akamaru was ravaging. Hinata sounded like she was crying when she came, her butt coming off of the bedding in jerking intervals that contradicted Akamaru’s tempo. The hound murmured but was not discouraged to keep his course.
            That was, until the fluid started flowing. Never minding the contractions around his cock – if he could not fit his knot in, he was unperturbed – his nose caught the heavy musky as it started spurting out of Hinata in embarrassingly hard bursts, the stream broken by undulating muscles. Hanabi’s hand retracted at once, startled by the sudden jet of fluid. But Akamaru was piqued, extracting himself to move his mouth down; first to smell, and then to quickly start lapping at the secretion, much to Hinata’s mortified dismay.
            “No, Akamaru! No!”
            He persisted anyway, licking roughly at her quivering quim to collect as much of her as he could. And by doing so, lengthening and strengthening Hinata’s awkward orgasm. It got to the level of intensity that she could not help throwing out her groin to his face, grinding against his snout and catching him with a fist between his ears. The grab stretched his face, pulling back on his already-squinting eyes, but he kept on going. Lick-lick-lick until he (and she) was (were) done. His long tongue ran across his black lips in delight at the sampling. Not choice beef that Kiba would throw down in his bowl, but it certainly would do.
            For Hinata, however, she was a mess of twitching limbs and heaving chest. Hanabi had since relinquished her bosoms, choosing to instead brace against Hinata’s rearing body. Only cautiously did she reach a hand around to poke and grope Hinata’s right nipple. The breast wobbled at her prodding, but mostly went up and down as Hinata tried to catch her breath.
            “Hm,” started Hanabi, looking across at Akamaru. He was up now, not squatting, and padding impatiently with his cock still hanging low from between his legs. Hanabi had a mind to substitute Onee-san’s vagina for her own… but thought better than to go inexperienced with such a formidable length. She’d stick to licking for the time being. “I think you should turn over now, Onee-san.”
            Hinata’s head lulled lazily on Hanabi’s shoulder. “Huh? Turn over?” She hadn’t come back to herself yet, body and mind displaced. It made it easier for Hanabi to direct her. Hinata thought she was being put to bed, lying on her stomach rather than her back. But then Hanabi’s hands guided her backside up into the air and pried her thighs open. Hinata came back too late, Akamaru already mounting her.
            Pop! The sound of Akamaru’s prick coming out of Hanabi’s mouth was punctuated with a flourish of spit. From the look on her face, Hanabi’s taste did not agree with the strong bitter musk of dog cock. But it wasn’t really for pleasure; Hanabi just wanted to wet him a bit, since he seemed to lick Hinata’s pussy until it was dry. “I’ll help, Onee-san.”
            Hinata gave one more cry for mercy tonight, but was ultimately penetrated once more, but she was not prepared for this. Hanabi brushed the tip against her labia, making sure the entrance was ready – even going far enough to dab some saliva from her fingers to moisten her clenched hole – before meeting it to Akamaru’s sex. The dog bulled into her, eager to unit once more. And this time, he got what he wanted. Her position was entirely advantageous for his intentions. He plowed up quick to her uterus, denting it inward with such panache that she believed he truly would work the passageway open. And while failing at that, she realized that he had worked her open for something else. His knob, bumping hard at her vaginal lips, began to rub through. She’d been so fucked that she must have loosened, and the angle he was at, with forelegs bound around her midsection – her lovely skin guarded from his claws by her lingering robe – he was able to pull her into his thrusts.
            And not many did he give her. They were rampant and passionate, her head thrashing and hair stirring from her bedtime ponytail, but Akamaru would not feign resilience. That was for posturing males. He gave it to her hard and fast for almost the whole of a minute, his testes swinging up into her clit while his cock tugged viciously at her insides, the knot refusing to come unstuck. There was little to no space for him to move now, just a rapid nuzzle against her cervical wall. It was enough to make her believe that he could make her cum quickly again, but then he stopped.
            “Wha…?” She didn’t realize it at first, curious only to the deep and long whine of Akamaru’s. And then the flashflood of heat. Just liquid that seared where it spread, pulsating up her cervix and clouding her untouched womb. Not even Naruto-kun… Hinata hid her remorse for this and just bowed her head, grunting softly as her lower belly was filled with semen that would not settle correctly on her egg. And while she was being topped off, the knob successfully corking her, she slowly settled her upper half on her bed, ironically feeling drained as more and more of Akamaru’s seed was strewn within.
            The mass of Akamaru curled into as tight of a ball as he could, rolling his hips hard to jot the last deposits from his aching sac into the night’s bitch. A successful breeding he would think, but for the tying…
            “Wow~. Onee-san…” Hinata felt her younger sister put a hand underneath her navel. “It looks like your belly is growing.” It was true; Hinata felt the pressure on her insides, the strain of withholding the whole lot of Akamaru’s ejaculation inside without any way to relieve the excess volume. It wasn’t a significant growth, but she certainly felt the mild stretch from her insides. She buried her face in the crook of an arm, not wanting to touch it herself so that she might tell herself in the future that it hadn’t actually happened.
            But Hanabi will always be there to be the proof. She stroked the swelling tenderly, like wishing a pregnant belly well.
            Then Akamaru moved. To dismount, the girls though, but instead, he fumbled until he kicked a leg over Hinata’s shapely posterior. The cock and its bulging base remained inside, though the turn alone made Hinata quiver in pleasure. The knot was tied, and now bottom-to-bottom, the dog patiently waited, finishing off the insemination and intending to put a litter inside Hinata’s warmth. Hinata just whined pitifully and tested to see if she could get away; she could not. So with rattled nerves and body hot, she hunkered down and allowed this ritual to commence to the end of her patience… and she was legendary for having a great deal of that.
            The flow of dog cum ceased, but Hinata was still packed full of it. The cock stayed mostly stiff, though time steadily softened it. If only his knot would deflate quicker…
            Knock-knock. “Hinata-sama?”
            Both sisters gasped at the sound of their cousin’s voice outside their door. “Nii-san?” Hinata stressed. Louder, she hoped for Neji’s patience, “One-one moment…!” Whimpering, she tried to unlock herself from Akamaru, but she only succeeded in discomfort for the both of them. Her pussy could only stretch so much before she whimpered and whined. But Neji walking in on them might be far worse than momentary discomfort.
            But Hanabi-chan may have been a bit wiser, quicker on her feet, racing between her bed and where Akamaru knotted her sister to throw her blanket over the scene. Hinata, bowing to her pillow, seemed like she was lying down while Akamaru, head poking out the bottom end of the blanket, was uncooperatively standing. Well, dogs do as dogs do, Hanabi figured, fixing her robe as she strode to open the door for her prying cousin.
            “Hi, Neji-nii-san,” she greeted with youthful flair.
            Neji blinked away the moment of shock at her address, but became stoic the next moment. He leaned in – Hanabi pulled her robe together to make sure she was covered – and saw the huge mass holding up Hinata-sama’s blanket. Confused at first, he saw Akamaru’s white head swinging lazily to him. “Hinata-sama.” He huffed quietly in silent contempt of dogs and the uncouth Inuzuka clan. “You shouldn’t sleep with such a filthy animal.”
            “Oh, um…” Hinata squirmed a little under the covers. What Neji could not see – unless he used his Byakugan – was a red, veiny cock slowly inching out of his cousin. She flushed hard, the feeling utterly humiliating while under the scrutiny of Neji-nii-san. The ball that she had tried to unscrew from had dwindled enough that it could not block the outpour of his cum. Some was already starting to spurt out from around him. She made a suspicious yelp when the fullness of his cock slipped out of her in a flood of spunk all at once. “It’s fine… for tonight,” Hinata rushed to say, trying to muffle the sound her body expelling the hot torrent. It dappled and soaked into her bedding. Her hips thumped down. She was too tired to keep herself elevated, and even Akamaru’s rump slumped when unlocked.
            “Hmph. I don’t think it’s a good idea. You already look flushed.” Neji folded his arms and gave the yawning mutt a disapproving glower. “He’ll get you sick. Kiba hardly bathes him…”
            “Onee-san said it’s fine.” Hanabi pointed a finger in his face. “You shouldn’t argue with her, Nii-san.”
            While Hinata tried to discourage Hanabi from speaking so haughtily to their now-kind cousin – though she hardly had the strength to make any compelling argument – Neji huffed again, and then closed his eyes in resignation. “I’ll make sure the sheets are washed in the morning, Hinata-sama.” He bowed, said his goodnights – “Goodnight, Nii-san!” Hanabi said back to him – and left the sisters alone.
            “That was close,” Hanabi breathed in relief after closing the door.
            “Hanabi-chan,” whined the elder sister, “you shouldn’t…”
            “Is he out? Let me see!”
            “Wait!”
            But Hanabi rushed over and threw back the covers. Akamaru was curled in a nice nesting after licking himself clean, tired and satisfied. But Hinata’s parted legs were too sore to come together in time to hide the gooey mess left in between them. And a puddle underneath her, to boot! Akamaru’s forced presence inside her left Hinata’s pussy looking stretched and open, allowing Hanabi a view of the remaining puddle of cum slowly streaming out to mess the bed or seep into her pubic hair. She’d have to bathe again… and more than that, she realized, if she suspected Naruto to visit soon with a happy tongue.
            She jerked from her contemplation with a yelp when she felt two small fingers delve into her cum-soaked hole. “There’s so much!” Hanabi jeered at her expense.
            And while Hinata tried to swish her hips to beat away her playful sister’s fingers, Akamaru’s head lifted, following the scent of an interesting aroma. His slanted eyes zeroed in on where Hanabi danced. He licked his chops and stirred.
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There will likely be only ONE more chapter to this story… but with whom as Akamaru’s last target? I already know, so… Kushina? Ay/Kushina? Konohamaru/Kushina? Naruto/Kushina? What? Naruto/Anko? Eh... Akamaru? Wait. No, no, 'Turning Red' was way worse than 'Encanto'. Okay, spoiler, it's not Kushina next. It'll be long to compensate everything I want to do. And tbh-chan... your list was redundant if you just post every character of 'NARUTO'. Go Naruto somewhere else
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