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Hot Springs & Gloryholes	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 70834 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Tenten
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A woman has needs… Cliché, but true, and Shikamaru did not indulge them. Temari had told him – only once before – that Suna ninja had been very keen on her. Strength in a woman was valued as much as beauty, and she had both in spades. Telling Shikamaru so, however, did not end in a jealous or possessive response. “I’m not keeping you here,” Shikamaru said aloofly, lying back on his patch of grass in the shade of a nice tree. He rolled over, turning his back to the girl who now considered herself foolish for being drawn to this slacker! She fumed, red in the face. It was no small insult, not only turning down sex but also suggesting that she bother someone else with those needs.
She was normally in such control of her behavior and actions, but it took great grit not to swing her fan down from overhead and smash it down on his cranium!  Sleep with other men?! She could do just that… but she didn’t…
Damn him! Had it all been a bluff? Did he know her too well now?  Had he analyzed her with that annoyingly-clever brain of his?
Temari had stormed away from Shikamaru before her rare flare of temper could get the better of her. She was the rational one of the Kazekage’s advisors; she kept herself in check always!
But that Shikamaru really knew how to get under her skin…
She stopped suddenly on the dirt path. Somehow, her aimlessness had brought her to the hot springs. Had her desire to relax and blow off some steam been a subliminal compass to lead her here? Living in a desert, the luxury of hot springs was a rarity for her; business also kept her from visiting on her frequent trips to this village. Maybe now, she thought with a smile starting to take her face, she might actually have a chance!
She took one step towards it before noticing the sign; the sign that stated only permitted clans were allowed during construction. She arched a brow, wondering what construction was needed for the bathhouse. And if it was select few who were allowed in, why was she seeing two boys – less than noble pedigree, from a simple glance – scampering out through the window?
The women’s side window…
Temari, as a representative of Suna and firm upholder of rules, almost felt compelled to confront them then and there. Kiba of the dog-using Inuzuka clan, and Uzumaki Naruto, friend of her little brother and Jinchuriki of the Nine-Tails… She recognized them both almost at once – part of her duty to keep track of reputable foreign ninja, especially in ally nations.
They looked very pleased with themselves. It made Temari scowl whilst backing behind the trunk of a nearby tree, keeping out of sight to observe them after their jaunt to a restricted hot springs. Yes, they were far too pleased to have been up to something less than reputable to have such cheeky, stupid grins on their face.
Most of all, they seemed wet – glistening at least on their faces – but it didn’t seem like bathwater. Sweat, Temari correctly guessed. Her eyes narrowed more. Less than reputable indeed…
Her interest in them was normally mild – if there was any interest at all – save for her brother’s friend.
She looked back at the hot springs and figured that the best way to discover the reason for their stupid grins would be to inspect. She leaned her fan against the tree, and as the two boys sauntered out of earshot, she went for the women’s side window.
~~~One Week Later~~~
Satisfied…
Tenten fell back on the grassy mound with a tired but jubilant sigh, a forearm resting lightly over her brow and offering shade from the ray of light that made it through the treetops. Of course, Neji was on his feet, a bit sweaty, but that was remedied with a pass of his sleeve before his arms folded.
“That was amazing, Neji,” she confessed to him, eyes still skyward and hazy. “I couldn’t keep up with you at all!”
Neji took the praise humbly.  “You twisted your ankle at yesterday’s practice. You weren’t in top form.” He turned and looked around at the mess they had made.
Kunai, scythes, wire, and much more; he’d deflected it all without the Rotation technique – without any technique but the Byakugan. He’d become much quicker, and Tenten’s arsenal grew with her skill. His eyes regarded the smashed ball of iron, the one object he could not simply brush aside. “I’ll reimburse you for the damaged equipment,” he solemnly promised her.
“No, no,” Tenten rushed to say, sitting up and waving away his offer anxiously. “It’s not like I can’t pay for it myself.”
“Hiashi-sama has funds to spare,” Neji reassured her, a rare albeit mild smile on his face. “He often insists on funding my training.”
No surprise there. Neji was a once-in-a-generation prodigy, overcoming his own handicaps from birthright to exceed possibly the head of the clan himself! To squander such a prize, Hiashi would be labeled a fool for a lifetime and beyond!
Still, it was with some reluctance – and a coy blush, of course – that Tenten accepted the offer. Maybe it was from Hiashi’s pocket, but for Neji to replace her weapons himself was a sweet gesture. It always meant so much to a girl when a guy she was crushing on did nice things for her. She once thought of Sasuke doing nice things for her, but after turning traitor, she didn’t care much; didn’t care much from the start, but he was cute and handsome for his age…
“We should be getting back.” Neji now looked up to the sky as a flock of birds took wing.  He fixed his outfit and went for his belongings, taking out his bamboo canteen for a few deep swallows. He explained further when his thirst was sated that he had a training session with both Hinata-sama and Hanabi-sama. “Neither should shirk practice.” His new polite way of saying that both of his cousins needed more training.
Tenten would’ve preferred a bit longer than midday with him, but she was all sweaty, and a seam had started to come undone at her sleeve. A couple of years ago, such things wouldn’t really bother her, but blossoming womanhood had made her more concerned for these things. She agreed with Neji, and the two were soon off to the village.
Along the way, Tenten suggested dinner later, but then took it back when Neji thought it a good idea. “We’ll just need to find Lee and Guy-sensei.” “Uh, heh! Never mind. I forgot I had something to do tonight!”  And she parted way, sighing dejectedly when he was out of earshot and trudging her way back to her own, unspectacular district of the village. Inuzuka, Nara, Aburame, Akimichi; they all had their own division, their own piece of the village to make their clan’s home. Tenten was just a girl who happened to be a ninja, unspectacular in every way. She rolled her eyes and pursed her lips. Well, she had a knack for toys, she granted herself…
To say she was okay with a missed opportunity for a resemblance of a date with Neji would be untrue. She was a blossoming young woman, and she was needy for intimacy! She had to improvise where she could.
And she had a knack for toys…
She bit down hard on her bottom lip as perspiration broke out across her forehead. Though her parents were gone – as they often were – she couldn’t allow herself too much vocal liberty; her first vibrator-reliant orgasm had caused neighbors to come knocking on her front door, leading to the lie that she stubbed her toe. Luckily, old people believed just about anything.
Voice in check, but it was a chore regardless; she wanted to scream as she double-fisted the pink whirring vibrator, one of the longest in her collection at a solid seven inches, accurate in shape and fearsome with its battery power. She was lying back on her bed, knees bent upward and spread; an indecent view for anyone who jimmied her lock and walked through the door. The exposure was intensifying, and it was not too uncommon for her – though she would flat-out and vehemently deny such a thing if somehow asked about it – to make wet circles around her lower, more private opening. She had been very curious about that region and its stimulation. Just dabbing at it with her fingers slick with her own juices or some sort of jelly swept her into a frenzy, but she rarely dabbled with anal. It took a heated, heady state of mind to venture there.
But maybe today, she thought with straining red filling her cheeks, one hand unlatching from her toy to squeeze at her supple, naked breast, plucking at her swollen tan nipple before swapping to its twin. Her hips shuddered as her body tensed, ass lifting off the mattress to aggressively grind against the toy.
“Nnff…! Neji!” she gasped out, picturing her teammate fully nude on top of her, manipulating her clit with chakra ignition. And as always, in these lustful moments, there was room for more; Lee… Guy-sensei even, though she would reprimand herself afterwards whenever he fucked her in a fantasy. Neji and Lee at the same time? Yes, that was often a fantasy…
Like right now.
Neji would fuck her traditionally, but Lee would challenge him and bang up against her backdoor. She’d tell them not to squabble, and then cry out as they both filled her up. Neji’s thrusts: deep, slow, cool. Lee’s? Hasty, vigorous, powerful! What would that feel like there?!
Her hand abandoned her chest, and she could feel two fingers back there now, willing to tread into new territory, finally crossing that threshold. She was ready for it!  A spare dildo was taken up, and its blunt tip was brought to her closed entryway. Maybe a bit of lube first…
But the knock on the door – the single worst sound someone could hear while masturbating; Tenten sat up immediately, pursing her lips and looking like someone had burst through her own door. “Uh, hold on!” She quickly threw her blanket across her toy, hiding it until she could either seal it away… or return to business.
Fixing up her blouse and struggling her way into her pants, she went down the hall, down the stairs, and to the front door. Knockknockknockknock!!  Someone was tapping eagerly, and it resounded like a hammer on her head. “Hold on!” she barked a bit more impatiently, her eyebrows furrowing into a wide vee. The frustration was felt; a pain in the ass!
The door was opened, and she was only half-surprised to see that Lee had been the one knocking. No doubt challenging himself to how many knocks he could make before she opened he door, she figured. Neji, though, was in company too, and both were smiling at her.
“N-Neji? Lee?”
“See?  I told you Tenten would be here!” Lee beamed sidelong at Neji, and Neji just harrumphed in reply, stoic attitude coming back to him until he turned back to Tenten. His smirk was… hungry.
“We came to see if you wanted to come with us, Tenten,” he told her.
Tenten, baffled at first, remembered that she suggested dinner. “Oh! Heheh!” She rubbed the back of her head, trying to not seem off-putting as she waved her other hand back and forth in front of her. An obvious bead of nervous sweat came down the side of her face. Not easy to lie to Neji, but she tried anyway, saying that she had work here to finish up. Still underneath her overturned blanket…
Yet, as she declined, Neji prowled forward, and Lee swept around her. Somewhat startled, she retreated from Neji’s imposing, impending presence until she found herself boxed in; Lee was standing right behind her, smiling, but also in a way that gave her shivers. “Wha-what’re you two doing?”
With not a moment’s notice, Neji swept her up to him, his arms wrapping underneath her knees, cradling her spread-eagle to his body; she’d no choice but to grab his shoulders as he supported her. She called out his name, and then Lee’s when her pants and panties came down and around the curve of her hanging ass. “You misunderstand,” Neji whispered to her. “We don’t have dinner in mind.”
She hadn’t spoken a word about dinner! Had he read her mind?!
Despite the situation, Tenten linked her hands around Neji’s neck, feeling the smoothness of his long hair running down to his backside. He took one hand from supporting her, and she felt something blunt and rigid go up against her quim. “Ah! We can’t! The door’s open!”
Neji and Lee proceeded without care. Casting a worried glance outside, she saw an elder neighbor shuffling by with his cane in hand. He turned, met her eye, and raised his other withered hand. “Hello, Tenten-chan.” And then he was on his way as if nothing was happening right at her threshold.
“There cannot be any delay!” Lee said behind her, nowprodding her second opening with his own shaft. It felt gooey. Natural lubricant, or had he come prepared? Tenten groaned out an instinctual resistance when Lee bore against that hole.  He was big and most eager to find her insides, but Neji claimed her first, a hot, skillful jab that reached deep inside of her.
“Oh!” The linked hands grew into a strangling hug as Tenten was taken; first by Neji, and swiftly followed by Lee. Neji hoisted her and rocked her body in tandem, but Lee was still struggling to fit himself up her back end. The tip had been bad enough, stretching her out like this! Now she was expected to take the whole of his girth?! She should’ve practiced… but Lee was known for his dedication to practice! And practice made perfect! Or so he had said, holding her hips firmly and prying ever so deep into her bowels.  She bit her bottom lip… hard!  She seethed and dug her nails into Neji’s shoulders.
This was great! This was wonderful!!
She shoved her face against Neji’s sternum, wheezing heavily; he hardly sounded winded, practicing her up and down as Lee trained her asshole. “I’ll cum soon, Tenten,” Neji finally told her, his fingertips digging into the flesh of her ass. Lee confessed his own limits. To them, Tenten didn’t try to convince them to disengage. She wanted them firmly seated, and wanted to feel the wet release. Their hot cocks and the hotter friction of their repeated passing – Lee’s especially – grew more and more until, as they began to stall and groan and cry out…
“YAHH!!” Tenten double-fisted the freshly-inserted dildo, pumping it harder and harder through her asshole as she came, the mere fantasy of Lee and Neji bringing her to splendid climax, more so that the dual-use of two dildos. She’d abandoned the vaginal insertion to stimulate her ass. And now the punishment paid off. She squirmed and squealed, hips swaying this way and that as her fluids sprayed around the pink phallus embedded in her cunt.
And then she exhaled and collapsed without a bone in her body; one leg bent back and around, her arms lying out and dangling over the edge of her bed.
That was… fantastic. She sighed and reveled in the fantasy that had all but dissipated, eroding amongst the mind-erasing burst of pleasure. And afterwards, she realized: it was disappointing. Her body shuddered and eventually expelled both sex toys. She looked at them, cheap imitations of what she really wanted.
She sat up swiftly, cheeks puffed out and face frowning. Wailing like some sort of spoiled child, she wailed to her room and the whole of the house, “I want to have sex!!”
~~~A week later~~~
Tenten was not a sexually starved girl. She saw herself quite dignified – outside of playtime – and wouldn’t be distracted by the fact that she hadn’t been given a speck of privacy since her last session with her toys. It was just hunger… Yeah! She was just hungry from Guy-sensei’s strictly-enforced and imposed diet for his students! That was why her fingers shivered over the hilt of her kunai. She wouldn’t notice that its shaft reminded her of the comfortably-slender phallus, simplistic in every sense; a good gateway toy, something to ease into the heavier practices.
As if to dispose of those pervy thoughts, Tenten shot the knife outward with all her might.
Lee, on guard on this sparring match, lost his composure as he bent like a rubber band out of the blade’s path. For good reason, he did not attempt to deflect or catch it during the pass; it sunk inches deep into the tree trunk behind him with a heavy THMK!!  He sweated bullets as he stared at the stabbed tree.
“T-Tenten-san,” he chattered, slowly turning back to his opponent. Somehow, he managed to smile and bring up his thumb. He added a wink for good measure. “Your training is certainly paying off.”
Flushed, Tenten looked off to the side and dismissed his compliment. It was well-intended, but the drive behind that kunai-throw seemed tainted. “I haven’t missed a mark for years,” she boasted uneasily. “I need strength with speed.”
“That’s perfect!” Lee was up without a second to spare, his eyes sparkling and his fists held up excitedly. “For speed and power, there is no better way than Guy-sensei’s Ultimate Training style!”
Tenten bit back her instinctual refusal, but like hell she’d be running around in a handstand! Lee had already beaten her to the punch, however, flipping upside-down expertly. “Guy-sensei assures us that this is the quickest way to achieve our goals! Hurry, Tenten-san! We can race around Konoha like this to start off!”
Already, Tenten was slinking away, choking up with embarrassment for Lee’s display. He bounced on his hands, which would have been impressive… if he didn’t look so ridiculous doing it. Style had never been his forte, after all. “No thanks, Lee,” she half-laughed, half-moaned. “I think I’ll start my own training. I’m hungry anyway. We should call it a day.” The offer of a joined meal was not extended to Lee as it would have been to Neji. In the shameful state she was in, she feared that she might actually cave in and pounce Lee to sate her need.
Not Lee, she would chant in her head. Not Lee…
But that didn’t stop those visions… Lee shoving her up against a tree, liberating her of her pants and panties before dutifully shoving his tongue between her legs. What skills would he show off when it came to a woman’s satisfaction? Tongue; yes, she’d want to keep that tongue and mouth busy, lest he jabber and put her out of the mood altogether.
“Oh…” She fell against a tree, bracing with her shoulder as she stayed tilted, her legs coming tight together. How embarrassing… Her panties were already casualties of her suppressed, hormonal needs. She truly did want Neji, but his focus was far from the opposite sex. Maybe he didn’t need to be her first, but that shouldn’t mean that she’d have to stoop and get Lee. And there was the risk of added shame, the single-minded boy rejecting her advances or not realizing them in the first place. She dreaded him showing up at their usual spot, her dressed in some skimpy, provocative wear just to have Lee condemn her selection of clothes, saying that they allowed very little movement.
“That idiot,” Tenten grumbled as if the scenario had been a reality. She pushed herself away from the tree, straightened her scroll behind her waist, and continued on to parts not yet decided. Just away from Lee…
Her high-heeled sandals trudged through the gloom of the forest. It had dawned on her that she could check and confirm her solitude before indulging outdoors, but she thought better of it. The rambunctious youths – particularly those of the Rookie 9 generation – always had the worst, or best, considering your viewpoint, of timing.
“Training alone?”
Tenten leapt back instinctually, already holding a kunai in one hand. Little to no enemies in the forest; it was still a good instinct to have. And seeing who had happened upon her did make her a bit more on guard and anxious. They were allies now, but Tenten wouldn’t soon forget the crushing and humiliating defeat in their first Chunin Exam. It wasn’t just the beating; it was the taunts that went with it.
Tenten held back her glower for the sake of courtesy and respect for the re-forged alliance. “No,” she answered honestly, proving quite capable of tolerating Temari’s appearance. She even smiled. “I was with Lee until…”
“Lee? Heh.” Temari’s smirk was suggestive and disapproving. She crossed her arms lazily, holding her elbows in her hands, and turned away. “I expected that he would not be able to do as well as you.”
Tenten’s face flashed red. Immediately, she refused the category in which Temari had chosen to place the term ‘training’ in. “Not like that!” Her balled-up hands came up helplessly to her chest; a childish act of desperate protest. “Lee wanted to train, and so did I!”
Temari wasn’t exactly the goading type, at least not to prolong it more than she should. She dismissed the idea, accepting any refute or claim Tenten had to spout. Her hands dropped, one onto her hips as they leaned out to her right. “So does that mean you’re done for the day? If you want, I can be a fitting opponent.” Her free hand already started to reach back for her fan. It had been a while since she’d trained honestly, not finding many chances while working as Sunagakure’s liaison to Konoha.
It was a tempting offer, and in her mind, Tenten could beat the haughty hussy from the desert.  But then she thought about Lee… Not actually about him, but about that vision; him shoving her up against the tree, darting his tongue between her thighs…  It was prolonged absence and heady fantasies that led her to think of Guy-sensei fucking her! She hated those! Hated shoving her fingers or toys in her pussy while facedown on the bed, grunting out her sensei’s name while thinking of the grown man complimenting the tightness of her body, how he’d pull out like a trained professional, sit her up, and then manually open her mouth with his thumb for discharge…
Tenten felt her throat clutch and her legs squeeze subconsciously. She’d never thought about another girl before, and it was at that moment that she realized she shouldn’t even look at Temari now.
“I… I think I’m done for the day,” she admitted softly like a beaten dog.
“That’s a shame,” Temari said, though she easily released her hold of the fan and went on observing Tenten with little interest.
The pause eventually brought the question from Tenten: “What are you doing out here, anyway?”
To this, Temari rolled her eyes; not in disdain of Tenten, but in general annoyance. “Konoha gets pretty boring in the village,” she answered. “The nicer things seem to be outside the businesses.”
Well, Temari was toured around the village by Shikamaru more times than not; little wonder she found it dull here. A smile left Tenten’s face at this humor, but she wouldn’t share. Who knew how defensive she’d get for her boyfriend? But there was a point made; some of the best things of the village resided on the outskirts. And what better place to go to relax than the hot springs?! She recalled reading in the Konoha bulletin that remodeling had been finished and the springs were open to the general public again.
“So what do you plan to do now?” Temari asked since, after training, what could a basic chunin enjoy.
Tenten’s answer was rather immediate. “I’m going to take a bath.”
~~~
Kiba and Naruto sat on the stools of Ichiraku. With their time off – which just so happened to be in sync with one another – they made every possible chance to challenge one another; rather, Kiba sought Naruto out first, pointed to the tree they’d race to as kids, declare the challenge, and thus began a cycle. Kiba won the race – superior in speed, particularly in his four-legged mode, as well as knowledgeable about the topography – and that led to Naruto picking a challenge to even the score. Rotation seemed like Kiba’s advantage with the Piercing Fang move, but Naruto’s Rasengan proved the better.
So on and on, challenge after challenge, they bested one another; Naruto untied the score with this latest challenge: eat the most ramen. Kiba felt packed after three bowls, falling over the counter and groaning that he would burst; Naruto slammed his bowl down and demanded another!
Ayame smacked him with her ladle for being rough with their merchandise, and Teuchi laughed merrily at the gusto of a ninja with passion for good food.
Naruto didn’t stop until his three-bowl opponent was decimated under the stack of ten he piled up. Kiba had regained himself around the seventh bowl, and growled that Naruto wasn’t in a contest anymore; he was just pigging out like Choji. No matter to the Jinchuriki as he sat back with a grateful stomach and a commending belch. Thanking the old man and his daughter, he leered at Kiba, a lopsided and toothy smirk leading the Inuzuka to believe there was something on his mind.
“Did you see the bulletin today?”
“Bulletin?” Kiba repeated, not having the foggiest idea that when the newspapers went out this morning, the Haimaru Triplets had gotten a hold of it and tore it to bits.
Naruto ducked his head, snickering in that classic way when he’d naught but mischief on his mind. His bright eyes gleamed with that insidious twinkle. “The hot springs are open again.”
~~~
“How long has it been since you’ve been to the hot springs?”
“Huh?” Shikamaru looked over his shoulder, twisting from the comfort of the tree trunk to find that Temari had found him in the forest. He knew at once that it was a bad idea to inform her of his favorite spots to slack off. No doubt she’d now hunt him down and drag him to whatever meetings he’d ditch from this point on. Time to lay out a new map and find new spots to watch the clouds, treetops or deer…
“It’s been a while,” he confessed, though he couldn’t bother recounting how many days or weeks it’d been. It could be relaxing, but there was always the chance of trouble; Naruto bathed there frequently, after all.
Temari, planting a hand on her hips in a manner much too similar to his mom’s, looked off to the side, also frowning way too much like his mother. He tsked and turned away, bracing for the annoyances to come.  Sasuke was lucky, but right to ignore his girl fans; they’d never try to make him do something he didn’t want to do. All it’d take was a cool gesture, and they would melt.
The continued silence was just about as unbearable as the nagging. Just get it over with already, he thought, his eyes rolling secretively.
“Hmph…” The fan’s bottom thudded, Temari leaning her elbow on its head. “I think it’d be a good idea to visit it.”
Shikamaru, as if on purpose, yawned and stretched out his arms and them resumed his slacking.  “Bathhouses are for relaxing,” he stated. His eyes closed, already close to dozing. “I’m relaxed enough right here. It’s too troublesome to take off all my clothes and…” His eyes shot open, and suddenly, his face was flushed. “H-hey!”
Temari had stealthily snuck to his lap, and she leered up at him with that cocky smirk; the one she gave opponents she was looking down on. “It’s not such a bother to take off clothes.” And with no enthusiasm shown, his cock made its appearance for her eager mouth.
~~~
Naruto and Kiba had started for the hot springs, and there was no obstructions in their way… … until Ebisu. The self-proclaimed trainer of future Hokage’s stood like a sentinel at the cross paths of the springs where he had started Naruto’s water-walking training. Kiba, suspicious of him, passed slowly, but without incident. It was Naruto who got a hand at his chest, prohibiting his entrance.
“Hey!” Naruto scowled at the closet-pervert. He gave the stink eye; crinkling his nose and squinting aggressively. “What’s the big idea?!”
“The hot springs are reopened to the public after a lengthy renovation,” Ebisu said in his authoritative tone.  He took his hand off the teenager’s front, clasping it with the other behind him. “Reports are sketchy, and while we haven’t identified the cause for the destruction in the first place, there are reasons to suspect horseplay.”
And Naruto knew at once who was the top suspect. He would have gulped and looked away if it were an accusation based on facts and not profiling. Yes, he was the cause – for his part – but Ebisu had profiled him as a natural disturber of the peace. Ebisu had lightened up, but held some prejudice against Naruto; not for what he was, but his past pranks were damning.
“Well, why didn’t you stop him?!” Naruto flung his finger quickly to where Kiba stood, grinning like an ass at Naruto’s plight.
“Inuzuka Kiba is an upstanding chunin who had made great strides away from a life of mischief,” Ebisu declared, though the mocking faces Kiba made weren’t upstanding to his character. “You are indeed not the troublemaker you once were… but I feel an escort should be more appropriate for your attendance to the bathhouse. I am certain Yamato-san is available.”
“I don’t need to be watched!” Naruto fussed.
“Good luck, Naruto,” Kiba jibed while waving his hand mockingly at his friend. There was a bit of satisfaction to ‘beating’ Naruto into the springs; that ramen-eating contest was ridiculous!  He had faith that Naruto would best the stickler Ebisu, but the obstacle should humble the Jinchuriki and thus balance their hubris.
Walking in, Kiba took in the smells of everyone who’d come and gone in the past twenty-four hours: Kakashi and Yamato, Choki and his dad, Sakura and her parents, Ino and hers, and about a dozen or more other people he didn’t know. He’d grown so accustomed to following his nose that he sometimes forgot the importance of sight. He didn’t realize he was at the women’s dressing room – following the most pleasing of scents unconsciously – until the door slid open and he saw instead of smelled (a blow to his Inuzuka pride) the newly-stripped form of Tenten from behind, folding the last of her unmentionables and setting them in the basket provided. She, turning to the noise of the door opening, looked like she was posing, her big eyes reflecting the light as she saw no one at the entrance.
“Huh?” She scanned the area, found no one in sight, and then brought her towel in front of her, aware of her unabashed nakedness. Perhaps only Neji’s cousin should give her reason to judge her physique, but Tenten was not like Ino or even Sakura. Tsunade was her hero, but Tenten was proud of the lithe body she’d crafted from rigorous training. No clan secrets; no relying on Chakra-enhancing shortcuts. To her own credit, she was a true kunoichi, dependent on the skills she’d honed on her own.
Her breasts were perky; not heavy things like those that Hinata carried around, but substantial enough to her own satisfaction. At least she was not the ‘board’ – Ino’s phrasing – that Sakura was. She kept the towel up to cover her assets, not risking the dilemma of being peeped on.
But peeping was no problem for Kiba, for his nose informed him of more than his eyes could… though those pert cheeks of hers were certainly an eyeful he could see himself howling for. He gulped, his back flush with the wall, having spun out of the way before he could be acknowledged. Luckily, the slight crack of the door had gone unnoticed, or Tenten simply chose not to investigate. His heart hammered, and he swallowed again.
He could smell it… Oh, could he smell it! The room was full of the scent of a girl in heat, a girl yearning for a male, and it reacted aggressively with Kiba’s more-primal instincts. He hadn’t really expected to find anyone here, let alone a chance meeting with yet another girl in the highly-improbable circumstance of being the only ones there. Kiba didn’t want to believe in luck like that, but surely there was some force at work to put them here at the same time!
He growled and thumped his fist against the wall – after hearing Tenten already make her way into the bathing area. His pants were so frustrating right now! Dammit! And it wasn’tlike he’d get away with another haphazard scheme like the first time he and Naruto defiled the hot springs!
Cautiously, he peeked in. Tenten was outside, as he’d figured. He moved into the room, and the faint musk of feminine arousal filled him to capacity. Unable and unwilling to stop himself, he took Tenten deep in through his nostrils, held her, and then exhaled. Like intoxication, Tenten’s arousal had possessed the boy to heady effect. Kiba was far from the most levelheaded person in the village, and this indulgence would not improve him in the slightest. He’d not been with anyone since Hinata. Lonely nights could compare with that or the other incident with Ino!
He looked to the basket that held Tenten’s clothes. Light-green – comparable to some obscure shade to white – underwear, and the faintest scent of a male; Lee, Kiba ultimately decided. Had she been claimed by that bowl-haired weirdo? The green of her undergarments certainly seemed evidence to hold this theory…
Her undergarments…
Kiba’s cheeks went red, masking the tattoos of his clan. He ogled the neat little square she had folded her panties into; a show of her nimble, talented fingers…
He shook his head. No! No, he wasn’t that type! He refused to believe he was so low on the chart of respectability!
Still… those panties were right there…
~~~
A concrete wall had replaced the broken divider. The bamboo had offered a better atmosphere, Tenten thought, but this wall would be sturdier. She’d overheard Sakura and Ino one time, discussing what happened to the wall, which led Tenten to believe they had some involvement in these new renovations. She could’ve gone to the Hokage with this tidbit and knock Sakura from Tsunade-sama’s good graces. Then, maybe, the underappreciated weapons master would be given a chance to train directly underneath her idol. But that wasn’t the way Tenten wanted to be acknowledged. Backstabbing and underhanded treachery were the ways of teenage girls, not of a kunoichi.
“Huh?” And speaking of kunoichi… “I forgot,” she whispered, lifting a hand to tap a fingernail on her headband. She wore it with pride as a guard and as a symbol, not an accessory like all the other girls of Rookie 9. Unweaving the knot, she delicately held the proof of her skill in her hand, her thumb caressing the Leaf insignia. It was so much a part of her that she oftentimes forgot that she wore it! Giggling, she headed back to leave it atop her clothes.
She slid the door open, less modest of her body now that she was certain she was alone, and with her cat’s grin, she meandered to her basket. Normally so sure of how straight she’d left her clothes; it gave her curious pause to see the basket askew at a slant of three centimeters. She didn’t have eyes that could mimic the speed of movement or see the networks of chakra in every person, but she prided herself on her the acuity and collaboration of her hands and eyes, which had become second nature to her.
Her forefinger extended, nudging the corner of the basket back to place, and it felt ‘better’ like that; right and proper.  It was just natural for her hands to place things accordingly to within half of a millimeter, so it stood to reason that it wasn’t her own negligence that caused such a minor shuffle. The noise from earlier now became a bigger concern. With dread washing over her face, she hooked her extended finger over the edge of the basket and slowly dragged it out.
Her face paled.
Her panties were gone.
Someone had taken them…
And a suspicion grew of a known-prankster who’d just returned to the village not too long ago…
~~~Outside, a little while earlier~~~
Naruto wasn’t proud of it. No self-respecting prankster committed the same prank on a stooge and took pride in it. True, the gender-bending Sexy Jutsu had leveled up since training with Ero-Sennin, but it should’ve taken more than that to overcome Ebisu. The closet pervert had years to fortify some sort of resistance. The female Naruto (who’ll be referred to as fan-declared Naruko for the time being) drooped her head, cupping her chin and pondering the effectiveness of this jutsu. It hadn’t been undone; with its appeal, it practically was a force field against any other guards who might intercept him/her.
There was good reason to assume that no man – or even woman – would break her stride. Since training with the white-haired pervert, she’d assessed her endowments, made improvements – more ‘wobble’, tighter tone, a sparkle to her smile – and had become some level of invincible (with the right enemies). Currently, she was her ‘onsen’ model; a version of herself suited for public bathing. Appearing in flesh glistening as if from bathwater, she cutely said to Ebisu with no small amount of cleavage showing, “Can you scrub my back… Sensei?”  The effect was instantaneous, and for a moment – to Naruko’s worry – fatal; all that blood loss, and a momentarily-stopped heart. Ebisu must’ve been repressing quite a bit of lecherous feelings.
None of her concern! Naruko, fixing her tightly-wrapped towel around her bust, sauntered straight over to the hot springs and gave a simple goodbye to the teacher of future Hokage.
While the prank did her no favors, she at least could pat herself on the back for the improvements. She once held back on Ero-Sennin until he outright sparred with her male countenance. Before the old pervert could get the upper hand, Naruko made her appearance and decked Jiraiya for the better part of the week without so much as throwing a punch.
“Heh,” she chuckled to herself, heedlessly heading to the men’s dressing room. “This move might could in handy with the right opponent.” She chortled some more – no cute façade holding back her un-charming snickering.
~~~
Tenten was on the move. She heard noise; footsteps and a girl’s snigger. She had to investigate. Maybe the panty thief had fled, and if she could find clues to lead her, she’d interrogate witnesses! Towel clutched tightly to her chest, she hurried out of the room and followed the noise… to the men’s side?
No time to second-guess, she thought determinedly.  She sped to the adjacent dressing room, and without thought of what she might find behind, she threw the door open.
“You!”
“Yah!”
Though the purpose of the Sexy Jutsu was to catch people off guard and flaunt the appeal of femininity, Naruko did not like being caught with her pants down. She yipped in a boyish way, her hands sending her covering flying; apart from her, it poofed and became the iconic black and orange outfit. And with no support, her breasts – much larger than Tenten’s – heaved and swayed until finally stilling, but with a gentle knockabout wobble.
“Naruto!” Tenten was red with just as much humility as anger. She looked to steam as much as the water Naruko was trying to get to. Sure, she had not often met with Naruto, but years ago, Nara Yoshino was determined to root the infamous Sexy Jutsu creator from the women’s bath, letting all know the face of ‘Naruko’ – and later on, the female version of Konohamaru. “So you took them! Give it back!”  Tenten could only hold back her feminine rage for so long. From her vantage, she reasoned that the punk had taken them, perhaps to wear while employing this… this!... this perverted jutsu!  She overlooked the fact that Naruko was clearly not wearing her panties.
“Tenten!” Naruko flushed with modesty, wrapping her arms around her important parts… Well, actually, just her bald crotch; natural habit and all… With tits out and jiggling with each of her moves, she stutteringly asked Tenten what she was talking about. “This is the men’s side!” Naruko blurted.
“You have them,” Tenten accused. “Give them back!”
“What?!” Naruko pressed, but soon, she was the one being pressed. Tenten was no Sakura, but that didn’t put her above assaulting Naruto, female form or no. Her advantage was Naruko’s unwillingness to fight back and hurt her. Blonde hair was caught in fistfuls, and Naruko yowled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on! All the while, Tenten reached around, clutching at her, trying to find her hidden undergarments.
But Naruko was never one to take a beating lying down, even if his opponent was a girl – however rare that was. Catching Tenten’s wrists, she flipped the two of them over so that she was on top, pinning Tenten down with force and weight. Naruko growled, her whiskers adding a bit to the feral look in her eyes. “Now tell me what you’re talking about?!” So distracted and angry was she that she and maybe even Tenten hadn’t noticed how their bosoms had wound up against one another; pink peaks against tan tips.
They growled in each other’s face, and then Kiba walked in, proud in his indignity. He’d sniffed Naruto’s approach, and with all the clamor, he just had to come out from the water to flash his prize. “Hey, Naruto!” he announced proudly with Tenten’s pale-green panties stretched over his head like a cap. His arms folded like a superhero standing in triumph. “What do you think of my score?!”
…
The room filled with awkward silence. How was Kiba to know Tenten had been on his trail, going so far as to enter the men’s dressing room? He couldn’t smell her when her scent masked his face.
“Oi! Naruto!” he roared furiously, looking down at the blonde bombshell with a finger pointed accusingly. “What do you think you’re doing?! You think you can take whatever you want wherever you want in the hot springs?!”
“That’s my line, you filthy pervert!!” Tenten screeched right back, her finger jamming right back at the Inuzuka pervert.
Sandwiched by the loud voices, Naruko cringed. Groaning, her concentration gave out; it was far too hard to deal with their outbursts and maintain a now-unnecessary form.  BMF!!
The softness above her vanished and turned to a more solid frame. And though she could disregard the previous mingle of her breasts with another set, Tenten could not even pretend to ignore the thwap! of something meaty hitting her pelvis and lower stomach.
She blanched, a sound like the onset of a word humming from her gaping mouth as she slowly and robotically tilted her eyes down. And between them, their flat and toned stomachs, she saw the thing peaking up at her with its one eye. Unsurprisingly, it surged and started to grow.
“Yah…!” Tenten chattered as she scrambled out from underneath Naruto, who immediately sat up and hid his prick as best as he could. Before the blame game could start, he defended himself. What did she think would happen to a man wrestling naked with her?! “Can’t you control it?!” Tenten shot back defensively, not really knowing what else to say.
Kiba, having just happened in on things, marched over to Naruto. “How’d you get her to come over here? Did you trick her or…?” Putting together pieces of the otherwise strange scuffle, he asked in conclusion if Tenten was more persuaded by women. His fist quaked from inward dilemma. Such a scheme would open up a whole new world of possibilities! But how could he call himself a man of Konoha, a leader of the Inuzuka, a future Hokage… if he transformed into a girl? The pangs were real, but it just unsettled Naruto.
“It wasn’t my fault,” Naruto insisted, now turning to Tenten as she tried to wrap herself in her towel. “I don’t know why, but she just attacked me!”
“I was looking for my…” She hesitated, embarrassed; even more so when she saw the item of topic atop Kiba’s face. She bypassed the awkwardness of explanation and pointed at Kiba. “That!”
Naruto saw the panties, and Kiba sheepishly laughed while fingering the elastic band. Naruto paused for a moment, and then snickered in his immature way. “You got them?”
“Of course!” Kiba laughed back, but before the two could congratulate each other for reasons Tenten refused to fathom, both were pelted with on-hand toiletries; Kiba harder than Naruto.
“Give them back!” she demanded. Her sights were firm, but there was obvious distraction. Striking Naruto in the chin with a bottle of bath oil made him take his hands out of his lap, and she saw the unobstructed length reaching out from his groin. That second-nature estimation kicked in, and without meaning to, Tenten now knew that Naruto was a hardy 18.57 centimeters (a little over seven inches) and had a girth to be proud of. To put in relative terms for Tenten, he was about the size of her favorite toy; not her biggest, but certainly the most comfortable.
She bit the inside of her lip and tightened the line between her knees. Now was no time to grieve her dildo celibacy!
Well, of course it hadn’t escaped Naruto’s notice – after recovering, that is – that the girl’s big brown eyes had watched a very specific area, and he was accomplished enough with his run-ins with Hinata and Sakura to feel some sense of confidence along with the ecstatic delight that put an edgy grin on his face.
Seeing that smile, knowing she was caught, Tenten immediately rebuked Naruto’s flamboyance.  “Can’t you cover up already!”
But it was a suggestion made halfheartedly, and even ifNaruto believed that she was not intrigued, Kiba was quick to step in with solid facts. He had the good grace to remove Tenten’s panties from his face; he lacked that same finesse when he darted them underneath his jacket in his basket. “What are you acting so high and mighty for?” he asked with his cocky, fang-toothed smirk. He pointed at her and said, “If it wasn’t for that smell, I would’ve never gone to the girls’ room!”
Tenten’s head tucked, a hard mix of embarrassment and anger swirling in her stomach. She knew just was he was talking about, despite his vagueness.
To clarify for Naruto – who was still halfway lost in this whole scenario between Kiba and Tenten – Kiba declared like he was the solution to all women’s problems, “You want a man.”
Naruto looked at her, and she glared at the two of them, the red spreading face under a sheen of sweat. Her fists twisted the corner of her towel.  Denying Kiba’s nose seemed almost undignified, but if she wanted to leave with some dignity intact, she’d have to refute the accusation!
She remembered Neji and Lee then, both standing at her door with as much assurance and purpose as these two knuckleheads before they fucked her at her house’s doorstep while passersby could take view of the show.
Her pussy quivered. She had been hot and wet since maybe before Naruto’s heavy cock fell on her belly.
She gave a little gasp when Kiba boldly let go of the towel shielding his own manhood. The foreskin rolled back to unveil a swollen head and leaking tip. He said something; an invitation, she guessed, but her mind buzzed with uncertainties and wants.
She grit her teeth and trembled.
Dammit…!
Naruto’s dick disappeared into her mouth, an overpowering need sweeping her up into the moment. Let Sakura and all those other girls save and cherish their first time; Tenten had forsaken those values when she used the handle of a kunai to rupture her maidenhead year ago.
Naruto let out a cry when he was suddenly devoured. Tenten’s practice with faux phalluses came in handy, she realized as she gobbled the younger teen’s cock. But that practice didn’t mean experience; she focused solely on Naruto, clutching both sides of his waist to brace herself, and then worked herself as frantically as she could.
“Wow!” was all Naruto could utter as he received the best blowjob he’d gotten thus far! Sakura was unsure of herself beyond the wall, and Hinata was too modest to really get into it;Tenten, however, gave herself over at once and tried!  And the look up at him; smoldering with defiance, like she didn’t want to shove her face in his lap again and again, yet she craved nothing else.
She choked each time she became overambitious and tried to take in more than she could handle.  It was easier to fit into her mouth than her toys, though; hot, swollen muscle was preferable to the unfavorable tang of silicone. Raw and musky, she went back and forth, finding a comfortable tempo trickier than she once guessed. Naruto hitched and gave a stammer before something wet dabbed at her uvula.  She hesitated. Was he…?
“More,” gasped Naruto, urging Tenten manually now.  It had been pre-cum that jetted from his tip, and he was eager to produce more.
Tenten obliged, though she wondered: What of Kiba?  The proud and hotheaded Inuzuka surely wasn’t about to stand by and simply watch Naruto fuck her mouth. She’d heard, after all, that they’d brawl over far less. When she broadened her senses from the cock lodged in her mouth – the scent, the sight, the glk-glrk-glk! noises – she heard him prowling, griping how she went straight for Naruto. She wasn’t sure herself, she realized, taking Naruto’s dick out of her mouth for the first time to examine it up close.  Her thumb caressed the underside, noting the very distinctive tube running down its length, bulging with promise like the accompanying veins. Naruto’s hips jerked towards her, but she’d yet to finish examining. Dildos, she had a lot of experience with; her first observation of a true cock must be indulged. She stuck out her tongue suddenly; a bold lick running midway up to his tip, where she garnered the biggest reaction when Naruto moans. She stayed there, flicking her tongue and purposely circling his rim.
It felt hot. Her wet tongue stroking the glands beneath the edge of his head generated some strong heat; hard to describe, but it scorched him with pleasure. His jaw flexed repeatedly, as he watched the bun-haired brunette work his cock over, sucking and licking and sometimes nuzzling.
And when she finally got to his balls… “Ahh!” Hers were the first lips to be on them; a chaste kiss, determining the texture of the loose skin, and then experimentally sucking on them. She didn’t pull on them, but just suckled softly, swashing her tongue against them to coat them with spit. Fitting both in her mouth, her cheeks swelled like a chipmunks, and though Naruto voiced his delight, she relinquished them quick enough. One at a time was easier…
She had just fit the staff when she lurched, her cheeks expanding with a muffled cry when she felt the flutter of foreign fingers fondling her flowering femininity. She turned, Naruto’s dick drawing her lips aside as she inspected the unannounced invader. Kiba had not simply squatted behind her to start diddling her quim; he actually faced it, outright, lying on his chest to observe her up close and personal, much to her chagrin. Her slightly-opened legs closed, but there was little she could do to prevent Kiba helping himself to an eyeful. The brown hair, the slit that bragged the pink and wetness of arousal, the hidden area above that she most wanted to preserve.
“What are you doing?” she snapped at him, Naruto’s cockhead finally bobbing out of her stretched mouth.
Kiba ignored the question; too obvious of an answer to give, and her attitude didn’t deserve recognition. His thumbs pried her open; she shuddered from the full exposure, her muscles clenching to try to dissuade him. He saw them working and mused at it.
“Is Lee the only one who can do this?” he asked, a bit of reproach for the Green Beast hidden in his tone.
Tenten, of course, didn’t appreciate the assumption of her relationship with Lee; particularly twice in the same day!
Kiba didn’t reply to her declination. Instead, he trusted his nose, pressing close to her crotch and inhaling deep her druggy scent. He exhaled orally, a slight jitter to his body as the aroma went to his head. Yep, she was honest; nothing but plastic, silicone and fingers had been down here before. He grabbed her hips like a hunk of meat and threw his face to her crevice with his tongue heading the way. Tenten yowled, her back curving as the first tongue to touch her brazenly dashed her pussy. He licked frantically, too, hardly giving her much more than a moment to process everything.
Really, it was like her fantasy come true, only Neji and Lee were replaced by two younger shinobi who she had little regard for otherwise. Not like she was holding out for Neji, she reminded herself when she desperately put Naruto’s dick back in her mouth to try to cope and run with these feelings of spontaneous arousal.
Naruto poking one end; Kiba lapping at the other… The weapons specialist couldn’t say she’d ever been prepped for this sort of training, though it had been cautioned the advantages and disadvantages of captured kunoichi.
She thought she’d found an equilibrium between both sides, but Kiba wrenched the whole thing apart when he sat up and made a very distinctive swipe against her ring. She gasped with a shuddering motion, unable to keep Naruto down after Kiba’s finger continued to probe that area. “What are you…glk!!” Naruto returned her face to his lap, both hands supporting her head, motioning her with the grace of a double-dribble. She’d no choice but to take this oral pummeling, but that did not stop her from trying to look around behind her, where Kiba took more and more liberty of her ‘openness’.
A bottle of bath oil was what was thrown at him earlier, and now it was in his hand, upended and spilling all its contents in one long honey drop. Tenten’s taut – but spread – ass gave a jolt as the warm oil descended upon her, drizzling across her cheeks to make them glisten before seeping down the crevice and over the hole that she’d been so needy to indulge before.
Tenten was not naïve enough to think something was going to happen that did not involve something going into her ass. But she didn’t expect the swiftness of it. Kiba just tossed away the spent bottle, clattering behind them toward the door, and mounted the brunette without a moment to spare.
She’d been all for passionate haste in fantasies, and she didn’t expect relationships to bloom after sex, but it seemed much faster than she ever predicted when she felt a blunt shaft much thicker than a finger or tongue collide with her asshole. “W-mmf-wait!” she managed to get out around Naruto’s cock.
But Kiba did not wait. If anything, he hastened before Tenten could mount a defense or tighten up – which would be worse for her.  Her practice of toys certainly had prepared her for the feeling; the misuse of her tight opening stretching inward around the distended rod that methodically worked her open bit by bit, showing rare patience from the Inuzuka, though she could distinguish his heated, heavy breathing behind her.
Whatever experience Kiba had before her, he made it work. His weight pressed down at the point of contact, splitting her asshole around him, getting a groan from him and a clogged-up cry from her. Thankfully, what might’ve been a very raw experience was avoided; Kiba at least had the foresight to grease himself up before penetration. Either before dousing her ass or squirting the last remnants into his fist to glide over his shaft, she could not tell. All that she could acknowledge was his venture into her. He was definitely not far behind Naruto in size, she estimated with some intimidation.
He sunk in deep, his final plunge hard, quick, and short. He fell upon her rump, her legs splaying to accommodate the extra weight. She could feel his swollen balls cradle against her near-burning crotch. He was deeper than she’d allowed any toys to dip, expanding her colon and keeping it spread. Instinctively, she wagged her hindquarters as if to adjust her invader to fit more neatly inside her. Kiba, instead, took it to mean that she was willing for more.
“Heh! Cocky,” he admonished her, slid out, and plugged her guts again.
“Yahh~!” Tenten’s voice carried in a girly wail that reverberated off the walls, and again when Kiba repeated the onslaught. True enough, it hurt, but the idea… the sensation of wrongness and taboo seemed to flood away the bad with erotic excitement. Her muscles quivered, but she did not try to pull away again.
She sacrificed a hand of balance to reach behind and help separate her cheeks, but she found the greatest relief came when she pressed down on him willingly, opening up her tight channelto take another bold thrust.
She swore at him, cursed at the boy trying to ruin her asshole, but she’d forgotten that she was preyed upon by two. Naruto was not oiled like Kiba’s cock, yet he slithered beneath Tenten’s body with slippery stealth that hazy-eyed Tenten couldn’t even register until he took both of her hanging tits in his hands and squeezed them firmly until her hard nipples seemed to pucker more. He just snickered at her when she gasped his name, and then washed her breasts with his enthusiastic tongue. Back and forth, over and over, glazing both brown nipples with his hot spit. It actually felt really good, but it wasn’t until he took a hand off her breast – tending to it fully with his mouth now – to play with that big dick of his. She thought he meant to stroke himself, keep him in the mood while pressured, but instead, he wielded his cock like a weapon designed to conquer foes by means of pleasure.
He swatted at Tenten’s pussy with his club, and she bucked and gasped, thrown out of rhythm to Kiba’s hips. And it was just the first of many slaps, and Naruto, arching and turning and finding just the right spot of advantage, began knocking on her clit to the same method of Lee in her dream. Knockknockknockknock!!  And faster and faster he went, losing a beat or two, but he continued to rattle her pleasure point until she began to quiver entirely. Kiba in her ass, Naruto slapping her pussy in earnest; no doubt the blonde knucklehead would find out the joys of her cunt soon.
“Dammit, Naruto! Calm down,” Kiba barked when a particularly-forceful buck nearly threw him off his saddle.  He fixed his stay atop Tenten’s butt, anchoring her to him as firmly as a male would lock his bitch. Through the aggravation of Naruto’s interference, Kiba chortled and bent above his panting mate. “Do you like it, Tenten?”
Tenten visibly wished to throw him back, but the word came out, torn and ragged, but a clear “Yes!” all the same. He wanted to prod her more, get more verbally from her – “Fuck my ass harder!” if he could – but Naruto once again made an appearance, this time shoving three fingers into Tenten’s mouth.
At first, Tenten gagged, her eyes wide as the digits barged in and stuffed themselves down her throat. Of course, nearly deepthroating his monster and a handful of her own toys before, it was a possibility, and sticking her tongue out underneath his palm with her teary eyes crossed upward, she found it easier to manage.
It was something Naruto had wanted to try before – an excerpt taken from Ero-Sennin’s tired old novels/erotica – but hadn’t the chance with either girls before; Sakura on the other side of the fence, and Hinata hardly able to put her mouth on his dick… But Tenten was cooperative. Though her tongue flexed, her uvula shook, and more than a few retches from her throat scared him that he’d gone to far, he gathered up her deep spit.The slippery stuff, as Ero-Sennin had named it.
It was when Tenten tilted her head back and gave a particularly deep gag that Naruto extracted his messy fingers and quickly applied it to his length. “Wh-what-hck!-are you doing?” she wheezed through her troubles.
“Getting ready,” he stated vaguely, but with a smirk that told he was up to no good. What need of he for lubrication? Even without his overflowing precum, she had produced more than enough ease for him to ram home in one stroke! But Naruto’s intentions were soon realized when he shoehorned Kiba out of her asshole during a pullback, popping him out like a champagne cork to seize the hole himself. Tenten gasped, now locking her fingers on Naruto’s shoulders as the brash boy beamed with elation at the warm cocoon her ass provided. He stretched as deep inside her as he could, remembering this sensation only with Sakura and all the restrictions that came with gloryhole sex. Now, he had breasts to squeeze, flesh to caress, and a mouth to kiss. His fox face buried itself between her breasts, muffling his praise against her sternum while she panted and collected herself.
But Kiba was not happy; not happy to be supplanted and not happy to wait. He glowered at where Naruto’s cock stole his pleasure. Bastard!
A friendship, they had, but also a passionate rivalry.  Kiba wasn’t about to bow out and let Naruto take what he wanted! He accepted this move as a challenge, and would not be deterred by something as trivial as sexual comfort! Heedless of himself, he angled the tip of his dick to where it once was, and while Naruto had occupied the hole to its limit, Kiba figured there was still some leeway to be gained, some way to help Tenten exceed her limit.
Tenten, already mentally rattled, couldn’t even fathom what had snapped in Kiba to make him make a crazy and eve boneheaded idea like this! Did he expect her to stretch and accommodate him like a rubber band?!  “What?! It’ll never fit!”Tenten gasped back at him, anger overwhelmed by fear.
But Kiba pressed on regardless, seething as he wedged her tight hole open. “It will,” he insisted, finally poking his tip in, crowding the other cock and stretching the already-abused hole to triple its normal capacity.  Even Naruto, still shoved between her tits, bellowed out at Kiba’s sanity. But in unison, the three of them moaned – screamed, in Tenten’s case – as Kiba burrowed his way in the share the same slot as Naruto.
Double-penetration… An often fantasy… but Tenten never dreamed in the same hole! Her ass, no less! No amount of delicious sin would scrub away this bad, because it hurt a hell of a lot more than a single dick! Both were well-sized, too! Two hunks of fist-filling meat, now sliding inside of her. If Kiba by himself ruined her, this was going to destroy her; mentally as well as physically, for there’d be no comfort going to a fellow medic kunoichi to ask her to heal her asshole. She’d have to do it herself, but that was still a blow psychologically.
Little time to mourn the future when the present had her pegged… After a bout of swears to each other, Kiba and Naruto worked together to start wrecking Tenten’s sore ass. Well, they didn’t actually work together, but they at least stopped bickering to start pounding up into Tenten’s rectum, gliding and shovingapart the abused lining of intestine.
Tenten didn’t cry or moan or scream anymore; all she really seemed capable of were quick, guttural sounds each time Kiba, Naruto or both struck into her as deep as possible. Naruto, she could always feel him strike deepest; Kiba was quicker, as his advantage was towering over her ass instead of underneath. “You-guh-go-oh-oh-ing so~ ughk! deep…” Yes, they were, over and over and again some more. Poor Tenten had succumbed to the pain, getting mercy as she receded to numbness, where only the pleasure broke through. She was being fucked in the ass, hard, by boys instead of toys. She’d no control, and that was a first, given she was the master of her tools. Being the tool herself, she could only allow what they willed.
Kiba grabbed her haunches and yanked at her, moving her to match his pace, leaving Naruto to catch up or accommodate with sloppy, half-filling thrusts. They eventually matched, though, and by the time Tenten, weary in body and mind as she was, began to shuffle her body to enhance their thrusts, a tempo was finally met; an alternating tempo. Sometimes, they’d cram in together, stretch Tenten out nice and wide until she screamed for mercy; other times, one would go in while the other receded, and vice versa. It was those times that made Tenten cum. She wracked and shivered on her hands and knees, eyes crossing and tongue hanging to drool over Naruto’s whiskers, while her pelvis jerked and began to gush her liquid pleasure across the boys’ thighs, but mostly Naruto’s groin. To show his appreciation of her release, Naruto – at the times she’d gush – would cement her hips in place and ram her particularly hard until – one time at least – Tenten awoke from her double-anal stupor to cry out “ARGHH!! YES, THANK YOU!!”
That was her hardest orgasm, one that pushed her over the edge, the one that changed her from a secretly horny girl to a cock-loving slut. Her mindless, sky-gazing, tongue hanging, full on salivating expression reflected the joy now inside, the joy felt each time the pair of boys shoved in and stretched her colon to its max. She reached between her thighs, going to the gooey mess of her pussy, patted the short hair there, and slid two fingers in deep, practiced and trained to find her most sensitive parts, now triggering electrifying pleasures!
Naruto hissed, now hugging Tenten instead of gripping her hips. She’d gone from docile to wild, now implementing her own style to their swing. He would have been intimidated if her head hadn’t bowed to submissively cuddle the crook of his neck.
Kiba gasped, his breath coming out hot and heavy as if he’d been holding it for some time. He pawed at the girl, all curves he could reach, bending over her to scoop her tits into both of his hands, and try as he might to distract himself and hold off, his announcement was forced out. “I’m… cumming…!” The lengthy slides he made shortened and grew in impact. His pelvis smacked against her cheeks, leaving them pink until he crammed against her. Having been set on a steady tempo for longer than the other, it was no wonder he was the first of the boys to climax. The bestial instinct, too, made it hard for his testes to refuse.
Naruto was only semi-conscious of the awkward closeness his and Kiba’s cock shared, but if Kiba was about to fire off… Well, to be honest, he wasn’t liking the idea of bathing in Inuzuka seed. As if chased, Naruto ejected his dick, and with no time to spare. Kiba seized the free space without a second thought, howling with delight as he began his heavy discharge. A proud pause of sex had stocked up an amount that flooded Tenten’s tract; a roiling, bleached tide traveling up the narrow shoot to parts untouched.
It was fine by Naruto – who watched in relief as Kiba’s overflowing spunk spilled out Tenten’s sphincter and puddle right where Naruto had laid – if Kiba claimed her backdoor like that. He was just as satisfied to sit up in front of Tenten as she strained and tightened and loved the feeling of climax in her rectum. Her brown eyes regarded Naruto, looking up at him as if to question his motives. She should’ve learned by now that he’d grown fond of her mouth. Her panting did good, providing easy leeway when he snagged her head and forced her mouth over his sour cock.
She crinkled her nose, knowing where it had just been. A tear even escaped, but not his cock. As if determined, she fisted his base and moved her head and hand in tandem to work the Jinchuriki to his release. “That’s amazing, Tenten,” slurred the exhilarated youth, reclining while keeping her in his sight. Above her, Kiba had surely finished making his deposit, though the comfort of her insides was just too good to simply vacate all at once. The hole fluttered around his weakened pole, shutting him tight inside with his mess. A goofy grin played on his face as his striped cheek nuzzled her shoulder blade.
Not long later, as Tenten worked up more strength after Kiba finished, she eventually got Naruto to the stage of sharp, sudden gasps, stiffening limbs, and anxious eyes. Maybe her pleasure was in its decline, and shameful clarity was setting in, but there was no way she was going to let even one of these perverts walk out of here unsatisfied…
He shouted, and she braced him in front of her, and the door opened in time for an inspected Anko to catch the first, spectacular gush of Uzumaki seed across her chest. Appointed backup of Ebisu, she’d just returned from her break to find her hot springs partner passed out from a nosebleed. And now, with bath-going Kurenai in tow, she discovered a tangle of rats defiling the sanctity of the hot springs.
“Kiba!” Kurenai sounded shocked as she saw her student, spinning his head to her and jabbering nonsensically, all while his cock plugged the anus of Guy’s female student! The pregnant woman could hardly do anything but stare! Not mesmerized, just… something else…
Naruto, cringing as he helplessly pasted Tenten’s ghosted face with his batter, whimpered. Like a helpless addict, he even grabbed himself to rub the final traces out across her lips.  He left a suitable mask on her, snapped a mental photo for himself, and then made a break for it; a troublemaker knew when trouble was abound.
Kurenai made to bring Kiba to heel, but he’d already taken off after Naruto. A dead-end in the hot springs was opened up with the duo barrage of “Tsuga!”/“Rasengan!”  A new hole needing repair; Anko promised that they would not get away with this wanton destruction, her smirk sharper than the kunai that was curved for a very specific purpose.
Anko – dressed for chase – was left to the two deviants, but towel-clad Kurenai stayed behind, tightening her hold of her covering. She tried not to but couldn’t help noticing the way Tenten’s upturned ass gaped and spilled seed that must’ve belonged to her rogue Inuzuka. She touched Tenten’s back, and despite the humiliating situation, Tenten smiled softly and rubbed against the hand, already missing the contact of her boys.
“Are you alright, Tenten?” asked the sensei.
The bun-haired naked Tenten opened an eye, stared, and just smiled at Kurenai.
~~~In the forest~~~
Running from a jonin was bad enough; running naked seemed just about impossible. Naruto and Kiba both led Anko on a merry chase, but she was relentless. Once, the boys made a pass through Jiraiya’s favorite haunt, where bikini-clad girls squealed in embarrassment when the two rushed by completely naked, hardly able to hide their shame with cupping hands.
Kiba’s knowledge of the terrain was perhaps the only reason how they kept ahead of Anko for so long, but that wasluck that would soon wear out. They had to head to more unfamiliar territory, and Kiba led the way. “What are we gonna do?!” sobbed Naruto, glancing behind during a brief intermission to catch their breaths.
For that brief moment of insane dread, Kiba pondered if their best bet was to confront Anko, and like all the other girls, subdue her with their penis power! At once, he knew it’d be folly. Instead, he trusted his nose and instinct. “This way!” He yanked at Naruto’s shoulder, pulling towards the faint musk of deer. Unchartered territory, the smell warned; they might be safest there.
The Nara’s forest was strictly prohibited from wanderers, but Kiba was willing to take that chance to save his manhood. And maybe fortune was with this gambit.
He smelled water. Water could hide them, hopefully long enough for Anko to pass by. Rocks encompassed the forest-dwelling spring. “Over the rocks!” he urged his blonde friend.
Unabashed, their feet vaulted off the ground, dicks waving in the air as they made their plummet into chest-deep water. Not the best time to make a splash, but they felt secure, pressing their backs up against the stone hedge surrounding the water. Their security, however, came at some cost…
When they stared across from them, they saw Temari staring right back, wide-eyed and in stone-faced shock. She sat on a ledge at the rim of the pool, her pink nipples resting just above the water’s surface. And for a time, the two sides just stared at each other in baffled silence, even after Anko passed by the Nara Forest.
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