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Naruto's Fetish	By : BigE2955 Category: Naruto > General Views: 233323 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Naruto clambered out of bed, rubbing the back of his arm anxiously.

He stepped up to the door.

Yes, there was the definite fact that he could quite literally blast through the door right there and then. He wouldn’t even need to summon any of Kurama’s energy to do it.

But at the same time, he knew his place.

Sasuke would undoubtedly make him foot the bill of replacing the door. Not only that, but he’d probably make it impenetrable the next time around—and who knew what punishment the Uchiha could come up with.

Servitude was the only option that would leave him with some vestige of pride.

He knocked gently on the door.

“Can—can I come out?”

Naruto heard a grunt. He winced; it suddenly occurred to him that he was interrupting Sasuke and Hinata’s private time.

He could hear Hinata over the monitor.

“Oh… let him out, Sasuke-kun,” Hinata mumbled. Out of the corner of his eye, Naruto could see her working her big, juicy tits around Sasuke’s bigger cock; an excellent persuasion tool. “He was a good boy last night, wasn’t he? He didn’t interrupt our fun in the slightest.”

Sasuke exhaled.

“Fine,” grunted the Uchiha.

He reached over, pressing the button. With a click, the door unlocked. Naruto opened it—bright, blinding light smacked him right across the cheek. After a pause, allowing himself to adjust it, he stepped out.

Hinata gently eased herself off of the bed. God, she looked beautiful. All nude, her pussy obviously wet and ready for Sasuke’s big cock. Her smile was angelic.

She walked over to Naruto.

And kissed him.

Or tongue-fucked him, more accurately. She forced her lips to hers and made Naruto’s knees buckle. By the time she pulled away, he was red faced and panting.

“Sorry,” Hinata said, climbing back onto the bed. “I had to get the taste of Sasuke’s cock out of my mouth. That way I could do this~!”

And now she leaned over, full on kissing Sasuke.

This was different. Full of vigor and passion. Sasuke had sat up while she’d been kissing Naruto, but he fell back as Hinata kissed him, the busty Uzumaki straddling him. They seemed to be in a different hemisphere as they made out, Sasuke’s hands roaming over her plump breasts and Hinata wrapped hers around his neck.

When she pulled back from that, even Sasuke was flushed. And smiling, as incredible as it sounded.

“I’m going to go make breakfast, honey,” Hinata whispered to Sasuke, nibbling at his neck. “And I’ll suck your cock and swallow your cum while you eat, okay?”

“Sounds good,” Sasuke said.

She got up. Sasuke slapped her ass as she made for the door—Hinata jumped, then giggled. With a blown kiss and a wave, she left.

Leaving Naruto and Sasuke alone in the room.

Sasuke couldn’t help but smirk as he rose to his feet.

There was always that sense of superiority that he felt. His mighty and massive cock hanging between his legs. Compared to Naruto’s puny, pathetic member.

They might be equal in strength. Kyuubi versus his Rinnegan and Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan. But no amount of training would allow Naruto to catch up to him in that category. There was no breaking women in Naruto’s future; there was no having a harem of adoring women slaving over his cock. The only thing that laid before Naruto sexually was being a cuckold or a cum slut, depending on which form he was in.

And right now, he was about to be the latter.

“Transform,” ordered Sasuke, standing before Naruto. The blonde was a bit taller when they were both male, but even then, it didn’t matter. Naruto still felt tiny and insignificant before the Uchiha.

And that feeling only quadrupled as Naruto transformed into Naruko.

She was so much shorter in her ‘sexy’ form. Staring up at Sasuke. Shuddering beneath his smouldering gaze.

It was a testament to Sasuke’s greediness that he could and would have two Narukos at any one time.

“Clean off my cock,” Sasuke murmured.

“Okay.” Her voice was but a whisper.

She sunk down to her knees. Oh, how pathetic she felt. The Nanadaime Hokage, transformed into a woman, willingly cleaning her wife’s salvia and juices off of her supposed best friend’s massive cock.

That wasn’t the pathetic part, though. The real pathetic part was that she enjoyed every moment.

She enjoyed it as Sasuke smoothed back her blonde hair. She enjoyed it when her big, blue eyes made contact with Sasuke’s mismatched ones. She enjoyed it when the tip of his enormous member pushed past her lips. And she certainly enjoyed it when her cunt seeped juices down her thigh and down onto Sasuke’s exquisite floor.

It was but a cleaning. Not a blowjob. She would not get to enjoy Sasuke shooting a tasty load down her throat—not then and there at least. Instead, she dutifully slathered her tongue along his shaft, siphoning off the remnants of Sasuke and Hinata’s exploits the previous night and that very morning.

When she pulled back, his member was squeaky clean. She could almost see her reflection in it; she grinned up at him, obviously proud.

Sasuke seemed content. “Good girl,” he said, rubbing her head fondly. “You’re horny, aren’t you?

Naruko nodded eagerly.

The Uchiha chuckled. “We can fix that later,” he said. “Unfortunately, as you very well now, I have an appointment with Hinata in the kitchen. She’s making my breakfast.”

“And you’ll give her breakfast after she’s done with hers,” Naruko said. She grinned slightly at her ‘joke’, which wasn’t all that far from the truth. A load from Sasuke could keep a girl’s appetite more than sated.

“Exactly.” Sasuke cracked his knuckles. “Feel free to use my bathroom to clean up. Male or female, I’ll see you in the kitchen in a little bit.”

With that, he left. Naruko stayed on her knees even as he walked out.

She exhaled, lowering her head. God, she was so aroused. It took everything she had to not break down and start masturbating then and there.

Naruko ran her hands through her hair.

‘Male or female,’ she thought. ‘He gave me a choice. Ever since he impregnated my clone, he’s practically forced me to be male. But now…’ She had a choice. Male or female.

With the taste of Sasuke’s cock still in her mouth, the choice was obvious.

Female.
___

Things were a little hectic inside the kitchen.

It was a beautiful room, really. Lots of elegantly crafted cabinets and countertops, dominated by an even more elegant and beautiful table in the center. From the refrigerator to the stove, everything was cutting edge. It had cost a small fortune just for the dishwasher alone.

Hinata and Himawari were tag-teaming the task of making breakfast for everyone. They bobbed and weaved, as good a pair at cooking as Naruto and Sasuke were in battle. The both of them were totally nude, of course, aside from long aprons that were draped across their fronts (safety first!) and yellow gloves pulled over their hands. Matching indigo hair was tied up into ponytails, and pairs of white and blue eyes were fixed on pots and pans, the two of them shuffling back and forth, mentally keeping track of times and adding ingredients and ensuring everything was perfect.

At the table, there was quite a different sight.

Namely, the vision of Sarada riding Sasuke’s cock like a rabid animal. Arms wrapped around his broad chest, tongue lolling out of her mouth, a wild look in her eyes as her father’s massive cock made everything from her toes upward ripple with pleasure.

Family came first. And while Hinata would still get a load shot down her throat, she wasn’t to get first dibs on the cock they all adored.

Naruko tiptoed in; though she tried to remain calm, it was hard to. Her gaze was fixated on Sasuke’s cock, big blue eyes widening as she watched it go in and out of Sarada’s tight slit.

The blonde sat down at the table.

“Where—where’s the other me?” Naruko asked, obviously referring to the impregnated clone of herself.

Sasuke dragged Sarada all the way down his cock, hands on her hips. He bucked himself back and forth, Sarada moaning like a whore as his member pounded against her womb.

“She’s in the bathroom; morning sickness.” He said it so casually.

It was funny, how alpha he could be.

Every girl in the room wanted his cock. Each one was practically his slave. From Hinata to Naruko, to Himawari and Sarada… God, they were all helplessly subservient to him.

He was balls deep in Sarada. Hinata was practically rushing to get breakfast finished, just so she could get down on her knees, just so she could work for however long Sasuke lasted, just so she could get a load shot into her mouth. Himawari was eagerly waiting her turn at Sasuke’s cock. Sakura was probably sulking in her room, still unused to this new state of affairs, but still as hopelessly in love with her husband’s cock as they all were. And Naruko was sitting there in her chair, pussy still pulsating with arousal, the blonde daydreaming about being pounded by Sasuke.

And he was just sitting there. Casually answering Naruko’s question about her clone at the same time he completely blew a woman’s world with his cock.

Naruko’s cheeks turned red; she averted her gaze.

Was this what Sakura and Ino meant all the way back in the academy when they’d called Sasuke cool?

He certainly seemed beyond cool to her, right there and then.

She shuddered.

With a twist of his hips, Sasuke finally broke Sarada for the time being.

She screamed. None of the other girls in the room even flinched—they kept on with what they were doing. They had all long since become accustomed to the sound of one of their own being bested by Sasuke.

Sarada came right around his cock, shuddering and twisting, bumping into the table with her hips in her glee. Her eyes rolled back into her head. “I looooveee you, Papa~!” she squealed, hardly coherent.

She went limp.

And Sasuke pulled her off of his cock, as casually as he’d done everything for the past five minutes. He set Sarada down in her chair, then sat back down in his own. Sarada slumped over, head on the table; it was clear that she was at worst unconscious, at best completely sapped of the strength to even talk.

Naruko’s fingers gripped the edge of the table.

The temptation… powerful, so powerful. She just wanted to crawl beneath the kitchen table and choke herself on his mighty cock right then and there.

It was only her love for Hinata that kept her from doing so. Because she’d used up all of her willpower retracting herself from Sasuke’s member back in his room when she’d cleaned it. If she had that thing stuffed down her throat another time that day, she wasn’t letting it get un-stuffed until there was a hot and gooey load settling in her belly. Maybe two hot and gooey loads, who knew? She was hungry. Starving, actually.

Her knees bent a little. ‘No,’ she chastised herself. ‘Stop it. Stop. Don’t go under the table.’

Why was she under the table?

Why was Sasuke’s cock hovering in front of her face?

Oh God.

Sasuke didn’t seem to be complaining though.

His fingers ran through her hair. He was smiling.

Naruko rubbed her cheek against his cock. The weight of it. The feeling of it pulsating against her. Yeah, she didn’t stand a chance.

Hinata turned.

She sighed as she spotted that head of blonde hair underneath the table—she had a plate loaded with the richest food one could ever see in her hand.

“Oh, honey…” she mumbled. “Fine. But after she’s done, then it’s my turn.”

“Love you!” Naruko blurted.

She didn’t wait a second; she gave Hinata no time to change her mind.

The blonde wrapped both of her hands around the base of his cock. There was no time for her to gawk over it—no time for her to take in just how big and huge and awesome it was, as she’d done hundreds of times before. She was hungry for some fucking meat.

She angled it towards her, opened wide, and inhaled the cock.

Sasuke let out a full-blown moan. “Fuck,” he growled, gripping the side of the table.

Every. Single. Inch.

Not even a bit of his fat cock was left unsheathed. All of it, comfortably stuffed inside of Naruko’s hot and wet throat.

She was a gem. Even Hinata couldn’t swallow that much cock in such a short span of time—it would have taken her a few seconds longer at least. Not Naruko, though. She had a lot to prove compared to the others.

Hinata and Himawari had sat down with their own plates of food; there was a plate in front of the still out-of-it Sarada, and a plate set down for the ‘other’ Naruko for whenever she came back.

None of them were eating, though.

They were all sitting there, watching Naruko work over Sasuke’s cock. With envy. With jealousy. The blonde sat there, fat cock sheathed down her throat, well aware that she was in the spot that every woman in a square mile radius wanted to be.

She hummed happily. Sasuke was eating his food with one hand, the other hand still fondly stroking Naruko’s hair. It was all very pleasant.

“I want to shoot my load all over your face,” Sasuke admitted to Naruko. “But you’ve been a good girl; I’ll let you pick where I cum. I’m getting there.”

Naruko pondered it for a moment.

Her first instinct was to follow what he wanted, of course. That was just natural. But at the same time…

She was jealous. And spiteful.

She wanted to sit there and drink down his load, and relish in it. She wanted to feel his jizz resting in her belly while some other girl sitting at the table had to work to get another load out of him. She wanted the satisfaction of swallowing every last drop and then some.

Naruko tapped a palm against her throat; she couldn’t tell him her decision, obviously. He got what she meant though, and nodded.

“Down your throat it is, then.”

It—or rather, he—came just a few minutes later. Hinata’s titjob and Sarada’s wild ride had done a good job of warming him up.

Bubbling up his shaft; God she could feel it. It was a strange sensation. His whole cock was shoved down her throat, after all. The cum, piping up through his enormous member. A count-down; a short one, but a countdown nonetheless. She closed her eyes. Any second now.

BAM!

An enormous shot of jizz, right down her throat. She moaned around his cock; so tasty, so good. There was nothing that could compare to the taste of Sasuke’s seed. She kept her eyes closed.

Sasuke groaned and moaned.

And Naruko sat there. Gulping down his load like the needy little whore she was. Not a drop was spared. She kept her lips fastened around the base of his member… her hands palmed his balls, the blonde grunting as they contracted in her fingers. She wanted as much cum as humanly possible. She wanted it all.

He was finished after a minute; totally spent.

Incredibly, he actually went soft for a few seconds. Not for long—because Naruko was as rabid as bitches came. She was still sucking; she was still stroking him. Sasuke groaned.

He had to literally push her off of his cock. When she pulled away, she let out the most refreshed gasp… as if she’d just taken a sip of an amazing cup of tea.

“I love you,” she said in earnest, staring up at Sasuke with those beautiful blue eyes.

Sasuke inhaled.

“Yeah,” he murmured. He looked at Hinata, a little too quickly to maintain that casualness he’d had before. “Your turn, Hinata,” Sasuke said.

Hinata grinned as she sprung into action.

Naruko crawled back from underneath the table, sliding into her seat. She smiled.

Sasuke barely paid attention to Hinata as she began to work over his cock. He was subtle. No one else at the table noticed, for they had finally begun to eat their food. But he kept glancing at Naruko out of the corner of his eyes. And he didn’t know why.
___

That night, Sasuke didn’t bring any of his women to his room with him. Himawari and Sarada, Hinata and the pregnant Naruko, not even Sakura either.

He and Naruto stepped inside. Naruto, as in male.

They couldn’t even look each other in the eye.

Sasuke crawled into his bed, laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling. Naruto vanished into his little cubby, pulling the door shut behind him.

The Uchiha sucked in a deep breath.

He could feel the transformation from here.

The door to Naruto’s room opened. And out tiptoed what had to be angel; there was no other explanation for how beautiful she was. Curvy body on display. Plump lips pressed together, blue eyes shimmering, walking—or rather, gliding across to his bed.

She climbed beneath the sheets, Sasuke wrapping an arm around her as soon as she came into reach.

Despite the darkness, they zeroed in on each other’s eyes.

There was a tense pause.

And then they kissed.

Slowly. Passionately. They were only focused on each other.

Sasuke could already feel himself hardening. He knew that Naruko was already wet.

He sighed.

“This is dangerous,” he murmured.

“Yeah,” was all Naruko could say.

Sasuke leaned forward. He rested his forehead against hers; he relished in the feeling of her breath fanning out across his face. She wrapped her legs around his waist. A little nudge and they could disappear into a night of fuck—

No.

A night of…

… lovemaking.

“Just tonight,” Sasuke murmured. “After tonight, it’s back to normal. You’ll be the cum slut.”

“And you’ll be the master,” Naruko completed.

Sasuke nodded slowly.

With that out of the way, they kissed once more. And a night of lovemaking beckoned.
___
Sasuke pulled away from the kiss quickly. He had been salivating over the thought of this all day—ever since she’d blown him at breakfast.
He latched himself to her neck, Naruko moaning with glee into his ear. His hands were roaming across her curvaceous body, squeezing her breasts and hips, teasing her thighs, even giving her plump ass a nice smack at one point. He was just marking his territory, Sasuke reasoned.
Or, he was committing every inch of her to memory.
“Sasuke…” she whimpered into his ear. “I want you inside me so badly~!”
He growled. “Give me a second,” Sasuke murmured into her ear.
Not a second to get hard. He was already so damned hard—so much blood was pumping through his cock that it seemed an inch larger than normal. He just wanted a second to… take inventory.
To gaze upon the busty blonde beneath him. Take to take her. To stare deeply into her eyes.
Naruko blushed. He seemed to be gazing into her soul.
She wiggled her hips. This wasn’t right. Whenever she was Naruko, the highest priority was sex, not—not whatever this was.
He leaned down and kissed her once more.
It hit her.
Sasuke was holding himself back, Naruko realized.
But from doing what…?
She pushed him away gently, and he pulled away from the kiss, looking at her inquisitively. “Sasuke,” she whispered. “Why are you holding back?”
Sasuke stilled.
“I’m not,” he said, but his words couldn’t have been more false.
“Sasuke.”
Her tone—it made him freeze. Not still; freeze.
“Whatever you want to do to me… do it,” Naruko whispered. “I can take it; I can stand it. Remember, we only have tonight. Anything you want, we can do. This is our night, Sasuke.”
He took a deep breath.
Sasuke closed his eyes.
Naruko waited patiently for what he was to say.
Neither of them moved for a few moments.
“One night,” Sasuke said suddenly.
Then he slammed his lips against hers.
She was caught off guard, understandably. Especially as he threw the sheets off of the bed, leaving them upon it with nothing to cover them.
Even while he was still kissing her, Sasuke leaned over. He tapped the button for the lights, and suddenly the room was lit up from end to end, corner to corner. You could almost see the dust hanging in the air.
Cameras winked around them, perched in corners and advantageous spots. But neither of them were focused on that.
He wasted no time. The instant he pulled away from the kiss, leaving Naruko breathless and panting, Sasuke gripped the base of his cock.
And he entered her. No warning, no nothing. He pushed and he slid himself inside of her, all the way to the base.
She moaned. Such a sweet sound. “God,” Naruko whimpered, fingers clutching the sheets, the busty blonde biting her lip in a cute way. “I can never get over how big you are.”
Sasuke said nothing. He didn’t even seem to register her words.
He pushed her down so harshly that she sunk at least six inches into the soft mattress. With firm hands he pulled her legs out from around his waist, instead spreading them nice and wide—Naruko’s eyes widened.
There was only one way to describe this position: the mating press.
Sasuke pulled out of her, all the way until just the very tip of his enormous cock was left inside of her. He waited a moment; the longest moment of Naruko’s life. With bated breath, they stared into each other’s eyes.
And then he slammed himself down into her again.
So hard that a weaker woman’s bones would have cracked from the impact. Even his well made, expertly constructed bed nearly keeled beneath the power.
He seemed to hit… everything inside of her. Her G-spot. The top of his massive cock brushing against her clit on the outside. Her cervix, buckling beneath the weight of his thrust.
Naruko wouldn’t be surprised if she had came right then and there. She wasn’t sure. All she could feel, sense, see, taste—was pleasure. It seemed to encompass her body from head to toe. Her eyes rolled back; her entire body turned into jelly. There was nothing she could do. Sasuke had effectively taken her out of commission with a single thrust.
It was the same state Sarada had been in at breakfast. She was there, but not really there at the same time.
Normally, Sasuke would pull out and leave them to it.
But this time, he didn’t.
Instead, he pulled out until just the tip was inside of her once more… and slammed himself down again.
And again.
And again.
If this had been a spring mattress, nearly all the strings would have been bent and broken. If the walls weren’t soundproof, the entire town would have come running. If Naruko hadn’t been one of the most powerful shinobi ever, she would have been entirely ruined.
Sasuke was in a trance. The same kind of trance he was in during battles. A nuclear explosion two feet away couldn’t have broken his concentration.
He merely continued to bury himself all the way to the hilt in Naruko’s cunt, again and again.
Naruko couldn’t see; she couldn’t see. Her entire field of vision was white. She couldn’t lift a finger. She was powerless.
She felt as if her conscious brain was in a different dimension. She could still think. She could still feel everything that was being done to her. But whatever Sasuke was doing to her body had left her virtually unable to do anything but cry out in pleasure.
‘The things he’s done to Hinata,’ Naruko thought. ‘To Hima. To Sarada. To Sakura. To me. I’ve seen him drive them into unconscious, break their will to do anything but slave over his cock. But never have I seen him do this to them.’
This was the epitome of his sexual prowess. His secret weapon.
He’d broken four women before this without a scratch. Without this.
But Naruko had never been broken. Not entirely, not like the others. It had always been voluntary. She had always wanted to be the cuck. To be the cum slut. To aid Sasuke in his conquests or to be a conquest. That was just how it was; her place in life.
She’d faced down Uchiha Madara. Uchiha Obito. Kaguya. Pein. Some of the toughest beings that had ever and would ever exist. She’d beaten them all.
But right then and there, she wasn’t sure if she would survive this.
Sasuke was not the type to show his love with kisses and hugs and flirting.
She realized now that what he had done the previous night with HInata had been a show for her male-self to enjoy. Sasuke did love Hinata, but he didn’t love her. He’d merely allowed the blue haired whore to indulge herself with her master. That’s all. And at the same time, give her male self the kind of humiliation he so enjoyed.
This right here was how Sasuke showed love.
Through the most primal act of all. Rough, bone-breaking, body-crushing, mind-obliterating fucking.
It did come at a cost, though. His prestigious stamina just couldn’t hold up under their circumstances—the face-paced fucking with what had to be the sexiest woman alive, Naruko.
Naruko realized now that she hadn’t cum. Her subconscious wouldn’t let her.
This was their battle.
At the Valley of the End the first time, Sasuke had won. The second time, Sasuke had conceded but neither of them had won.
This was their third fight.
And—
Sasuke drove home one last time.
Naruko gasped.
Together, at the same time, they came.
Sasuke’s hot and piping cum filled Naruko up to the brim in one burst. So much jizz. So much of his seed. It overflowed, some of it spilling down her thighs. Naruko’s orgasm had shattered her conscious mind’s trance, leaving her lost in a sea of pleasure. Unable to think. Not that Sasuke was any better.
He fell on her. Panting.
Neither of them moved for a while.
Or, for the rest of the night, actually.
They fell asleep.
Smiling.
Sasuke still inside of Naruko. He had softened, for what seemed to be the first time. He was always hard after orgasming; always. He could pump out enough loads to deeply fertilize all five of the cunts that so relied on him multiple times. But not tonight. Not then and there.
___
They woke up with a start. Nearly at the same time, though Sasuke had awoken a few seconds earlier.

The both of them stared into each other’s eyes. There was a new kinship there.

At the same time, they moved forward and kissed the other. Deeply. There was no tongue; it was all passion, all love.

Sasuke closed his eyes once the kiss was over.

This had to be the hardest thing he’d ever, ever do.

He pulled out of her.

The night of lovemaking had come to an end.
___

They both took turns showering. Typically, they’d shower together—or rather, Sasuke would shower while Naruko choked near to death on his cock. But not today. They were both muted.

Sasuke’s mind had shut down. He could hardly think as he waited for Naruko to get out of the shower. And when she came out, all wet and nude, the only reaction she got was a dull twitch of his cock.

He showered, it seeming to take no longer than the blink of an eye.

As he stepped out, Naruko was sitting on the foot of his bed. She seemed just as downcast as he was.

Sasuke sighed.

They couldn’t be like this all day. The others would notice.

It was time to play their ordinary parts.

Sasuke disappeared into his closet once more. When he came out, Naruko raised her head at the clink of something metal.

“On your knees,” Sasuke said softly. His voice was… strange. She couldn’t tell why.

Naruko gently eased herself onto her knees. He was hiding whatever he’d retrieved from the closet behind his back.

He pulled it out once he’d walked up to her. A collar.

“N-no!” she protested.

Never ever had she protested a collar, or handcuffs, or anything of the sort. But after last night? They were more than slave and master. They were—

“The others can’t know a thing,” whispered Sasuke. “You have to be like you always are. Okay?” He sighed. “Put this on… and I’ll give you a treat tonight. Okay?”

“A treat?” Naruko said.

Sasuke nodded.

She was silent for a moment.

“Alright,” she mumbled.

He put the collar around her neck, fastening it and locking it with a key. The Uchiha emblem dangled from the front.

Sasuke pulled another thing from behind his back. A leash. Naruko opened her mouth, but a stern look from him stopped her. He attached it to the collar. It was one of those retractable leashes.

She had an idea of what ‘part’ he wanted her to play.

“Come on,” Sasuke said, moving toward the door.

Naruko lowered her head. And followed after him… on all fours, the collar jangling around her neck.

They left.
___

That night, Naruto—in his male form—rested in his bed. His skin was pale, his eyes dull. His chest rose and fell gently.

The door opened; Naruto looked up.

Nobody came inside. Instead, just a hand popped in—a disc was thrown at him, which Naruto caught deftly. The door was promptly closed, then locked.

The blonde looked at the disk, obviously confused for a moment.

Then he saw it. On the TV, just below it, there was a small DVD player.

His heart thumping in his ear, Naruto shot out of bed. In the span of five seconds, he’d shoved the DVD inside and pressed ‘play’.

The screen popped to life.

“This is dangerous.”

“Yeah.”

A pause.

“Just tonight. After tonight, it’s back to normal. You’ll be the cum slut.”

“And you’ll be the master.”

Naruto smiled.

Almost on instinct he transformed. Into Naruko.

She laid down on her bed.

And she watched.

Naruko went to sleep that night, happier than she’d felt since when she and Sasuke had kissed that morning.
___
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