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BITCHED!	By : modeac Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata Views: 103387 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters or ideas involved. This is non profit-I am making no money from this.

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BITCHED CHAPTER 5: REMEMBER WHEN
AUTHORS NOTES
AU take involving characters and concepts from the Naruto 6: Road To Ninja movie. The timeline is just before the Invasion of Pain arc as the supposed timeline of the movie makes no sense.
Reality 1 is canon Konoha, Reality 2 is alternate world. This fic is a Naruto/AU!Hinata pairing.
Warning; non-consensual sex is present in this chapter!
'This' means someone is thinking.
Italics alone means the name of something, i.e. Jinchuriki, Katon Jutsu.
Horizontal ruler (a line across the page) means a page break or timeskip. It may be a few minutes, it may be a few hours...
-X- means a scene change, i.e. we start with Sakura in a clearing, then we go to Naruto and Hinata in the street.
As usual, apologies for the ridiculous gap between updates of this story
Disclaimer; I do not own Naruto or any of the characters or ideas involved. This is non-profit-I am making no money from this.
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There I will answer question raised by this chapter and maybe give insights or at least ideas on where this fic is going.
Reality 2, years ago…
A five year old Namikaze Menma stood in shallow snow in a forest clearing far from aid before three larger, older bullies who unimaginatively shoved him around and taunted him about blonde hair not being a Fire Country trait and implying that his father was a traitor from Wind- in fact the Namikaze clan were descendants of Wind Country Samurai.
He didn't respond due to being warned at home by his mother not to lose his temper or risk the Kyuubi's dark energy pouring out- the thought of the evil sealed into him by fourth Hokage Haruno Kizashi's dying jutsu terrified the tiny boy.
He had resigned himself to take another beating from stupid people with nothing better to do with their lives when a white and purple blur appeared and one of the bullies went down in a spray of blood from his nose.
The wide-eyed Menma jumped when to his side appeared a not-older-than-5 -year old girl.
Wearing a purple and cream coloured hood and dark blue pants. Possessed of dark blue hair in a hime cut with strands lining a slightly chubby face, lavender coloured eyes glared at the bullies with a level of menace that shouldn't have been present in any child's eyes.
"My morning was boring, my workout unsatisfying, beating up idiots never gets old." The small girl growled out in a voice like snake-venom tainted honey.
Before the bullies could do anything the tiny girl charged them and levelled one of the much larger boys with a double jyuken palm strike- one to the diaphragm, one to the nose; there was no chakra running through her palms which was the reason the bully was injured and not killed, without pausing she pivoted and charged the second bully, dropping him with another strike to the midsection. The third had a chance to turn and flee. Hinata raced after him, struck him in both kidneys then kicked his legs out and left him whining and sobbing in the snow.
"Tch, pathetic." The tiny girl spat down at the whimpering boy.
Menma stood in slack-jawed, wide-eyed awe, at the fallen bullies, at the terrifying, awesome girl who beat them up.
"Hey! Girl!" The actual girl barked at Menma.
The tiny blonde jumped in shock, turning to the victor: she was very pretty with fair skin, big slight lavender coloured eyes, pretty features- all coloured with anger.
The tiny girl stood glaring at him, tiny fists clenched on her sides, head held high, her eyes narrowed derisively as she began yelling again;
"Why didn't you defend yourself? Too scared? Need your mommy and daddy to hide behind? Maybe you don't plan to be a ninja, but a cobbler or seamstress instead. Sit inside and sew dresses while the real men and woman fight to protect the village!"
She dramatically pointed her finger at Menma, her voice getting louder.
"Well? What do you have to say for yourself, girly?"
"…Err, I'm-I'm- a boy..." He mumbled, not looking her in the eye.
"You're a boy when you prove it!"
Her foot lashed out and swept Menma off his feet. He fell into the snow and backpedalled away from the terrifying girl who followed him, stomping forwards until her stubby, developing legs planted at both sides of Menma's fallen frame.
Towering over him, the girl began berating him yet again;
"Ashamed? Need someone to hide behind?"
Menma quivered in the snow as Hinata ranted on for another solid minute insulting everything from Menma's masculinity to his height.
She finally took a deep sigh.
"Come with me!"
Hinata grabbed his hand and began pulling the overwhelmed Menma with her, he surrendered to her furious march, leaving the unconscious bullies lying in the snow.
"Wha-where a-are we going?"
"Given that people keep saying girls should spar with girls, you're my new sparring partner! Be honoured!"
Menma stumbled behind her, marvelling at her warm hand and strength. In spite of his confusion and fear he smiled inexplicably happy.
She looked back.
"By the way, my names Hinata. Hyuga Hinata."
Through his happy grin he replied; "M-my name N-namikaze Menma."
-X-
Shinobi Academy, Not long later;
The academy taijutsu teacher looked around; the juvenile shinobi to be had paired up quite nicely… except Hinata… no one wanted to partner with the violent Hyuga, afraid of the consequences. The girls tiny fists clenched in rage and offence.
"Does anyone want to partner with Hinata?" He asked, knowing the answer, no one was so masochistic.
"I will sensei." Menma walked up with a nervous smile on his face. The teacher turned and saw Hinata's usually combative features wavering between happy and something else.
"Err, thank you Menma…" He spoke with an awkward smile knowing the kid was about to get very badly hurt…
He watched them carefully, expecting another trainee to be hospitalised, instead Hinata was surprisingly gentle with the blond.
He still end up on the floor noticeably beat up though.
-X-
Secluded training ground…
"Say it!" Hinata demanded as she sat on top of Menma's back, twisting his arm behind his back and up towards his head, threatening to break the limb.
Menma squirmed, acutely aware of the heat and body weight driving the blond into the dirt.
"N-no- get off me."
"Say it!" She bent over pressing her body into Menma's, increasing his distress as she smiled into his ear.
"Please let go…"
"And?!" Hinata pressed.
"Mommy…"
"Speak up! I didn't hear it in your weak, scared voice!"
"Rrr! Please let go Mommy."
"Yeah, that's right! I'm your mommy bitch!"
Menma could hear the grin in the voice's response, and in spite of himself he grinned in embarrassment.
This was part of the in-puberty pairs daily routine; spar, Menma getting beaten down and groped by the eccentric, aggressive, occasionally vicious woman-to-be while the growing boy received strange feelings he didn't understand as the vicious girl beat and touched and wrestled him…
-X-
A few years later…
Through the darkness, a dripping wet Hyuga Hinata stared down at the sleeping Menma. She had walked absent-mindedly through the rain storm that had raged that cold night.
She had broken into his house (their fault for not getting a better lock or seals). Whilst she hadn't thought about it, she was lucky Minato-san and Kushina-sama were out on missions and Chisha-chan was at her friends.
She hadn't thought clearly much since her recent first kill, an enemy ninja who looked even younger than her.
Pale eyes reddened by recently shed tears looked around Menma's bedroom; much like him it was warm, comforting, inviting, filled with pictures of family… and her. The dead-eyed girl snuck across the wooden floorboards up to Menma's bed. Her hand ghosted onto white sheets. She carefully pulled down the white bedsheet, revealing the young blonde clad only in black boxers and a white T-shirt as he slept.
'Heavy sleeper… I'll have to fix that.' She placed her hand on his still growing chest. It felt so warm. Her fingers shifted as she felt his heartbeat. Strong. Reassuring. Inviting.
Menma bolted awake, nearly headbutting Hinata as he sat up. Face to face with his closest friend, he was shocked as he stared into her eyes. They looked reddened by tears and lacking the usual storm of emotions he so often saw.
"…Whu… Hinata?"
After a dazed blink, the Hyuga shoved Menma roughly back down onto the bed. Before the startled boy could do anything, the teen girl hopped up onto the blonde's bed, then flipped a leg across his body, straddling him, pressing the panicking teenager down by sitting on his stomach.
"Hey! Wait…"
Hinata slapped a hand over the frightened male's mouth.
"Shhh…"
Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled through the night as Hinata's eyes shifted to the Byakugan. No longer did she see a pair of frightened, too young blue eyes in a frightened, too young face, but his chakra network, pulsing as it reacted to its hosts emotions.
"Mmmph?" The Hyuga increased her grip on the mumbling Menma's mouth. Her other hand went behind her, obscured from Menma's sight to his crotch.
Feeling his developing, appealingly athletic body shift and buck between her legs, the young heiress groped Menma's lower region. She squeezed there experimentally twice and felt a hard mass grow inside into her palm. Her cold fingers forced their way inside Menma's black boxers, taking his bared dick into her grasp. Releasing her hand from the blonde's mouth Hinata roughly tugged the underwear's front down, revealing his cock to the cold night air- the Byakugan's 360 degree vision allowing her to see her target despite facing Menma's face.
"I- I can't, we can't-" He stammered fearfully.
The trapped male's hands flashed to Hinata's hips to shove her off, but the Hyuga's thighs squeezed together onto Menma's waist, vice tight. Her eyes flashed with anger. Viciously she twisted Menma's cock and squeezed down on his ballsac, generating a reaction of pain from the blonde beneath her.
"Don't do that again! Don't shove me away!" She shouted in rage.
She smacked him hard across the face, then grabbed his arms and forced them above his head with one hand in an incredible show of strength and an alarming grip, she linked it with the blonde's other wrist, shoving and holding both in her one hand above Menma's head, holding so tight bruises would later form.
She bent over Menma; her boobs lewdly falling into his face, blocking wide blue eyes view of her untying and removing her neck mounted headband, skillfully using the symbol of the village to tie the boy's wrists together to his beds headboard. Even a Ninja child could break the strap easily of course but that would mean destroying something all Shinobi valued and Menma would not do that. Which the imbalanced girl straddling him knew.
As Hinata worked tying Menma to the bed she was bent over him, her large in-progress breasts dangled and pressed against his still baby-fat-filled face as the mesh shirt she wore really did nothing to form a real barrier between the outside world and the Hyuga's very impressive rack. Red-faced, the chivalrous boy tried not to stare or think heavily on the perfectly shaped dangling sinful fruit squeezing against his naïve eyes.
Oblivious, Hinata withdrew. Her shoulder length, scented hair tickling his face as she slithered back down his body.
Aggressively she began rubbing the cock and balls at her disposal. There was no finesse or technique from the virginal Hyuga, and the equally virginal Namikaze didn't know what to do either. He was pressed down into the bed, trapped, frightened, his heart beating in rising panic. His breath came in frightened, confused gasps.
Hinata felt the cold and despair of the past day being replaced by something… a desperate need, for the warmth Menma had, his very life and something else.
Menma tried to breathe and control his fear as Hinata awkwardly rubbed his cock and balls, her other hand now on his throat tighter than was safe. Despite his protests, his teen body betrayed him, his cock growing steel hard and to a length acceptable to his rider.
Rising off Menma's gasping body, despite her precarious position atop the struggling male she somehow unbuckled her shorts and black briefs beneath and forced them down to her knees. Menma couldn't see this as he was once again being smothered by Hinata's developing pillows of flesh- but he heard it. In a jolt of terror he mumbled;
"…Hinat… wait… Wait! WAIT! He began to struggle in a panic, his protests smothered by the large flesh pillows pressing against his face.
Grabbing onto Menma's erection in one hand she forced herself down onto it, with neither style nor gentleness. While Hinata had no hymen due to extreme training it was a difficult penetration as Menma's cock was (as she suspected from all the times she felt him up during their spars) indeed very large and filled her tight, narrow channel to a near bursting feeling quite quickly.
Her chakra-infused eyes widened, shocked by the wonderful, never-before-felt feelings as what felt like a blunted Kanabo was slowly shoved up her vaginal channel as she lowered herself onto his huge, never before used shaft.
His eyes darting around in panic, Menma began to hiss and groan at the strange and disturbing squeezing of his virginal cock by something hot and crushing tight. His panic increased as he sank deeper into Hinata. He'd had a rough mission earlier that day and was still injured from the battle. His legs flailed on either side of him as he tried to buck her off him. She was hurting him, scaring him. He felt the grip of her tight inner body squeezing in all directions on his cock, felt her body weight, crushing down on him, her hands controlling him.
Arching his body and thrusting his hips a good foot off the bed, he again tried to buck her off.
"… no.. eh… Hinata-mmmph!" She once again slapped a palm on his mouth.
Unable to wait for his entire length to enter her, the heiress abruptly thrust her young body forwards slamming the slightly larger male back onto the bed with a thump. She pulled Menma's cock with her creating a painful and pleasant feeling inside her sensitive channel. Menma reacted as well, continuing to mumble around the palm on his mouth and gasping through his nostrils at the frightening pressure and heat on his cock.
Not really knowing anything about pleasuring herself, or a man sexually, she bounced up and down, her full glutes bouncing, expanding, then flattening as she smacked down again and again against Menma's soon to be bruised hips and testicles
One hand held tightly onto Menma's chest, her fingernails digging in, breaking skin as her own chest, even under her mesh shirt bounced as she powered up and down atop him.
Not knowing what she was doing, she began spinning her hips on Menmas cock, twisting his cock 360 degrees while putting considerable friction and pressure on her own vaginal passage.
Gasping and moaning in pleasure she leaned her heart forwards and again near smothered Menma with her heaving cleavage.
Removing the hand threatening to asphyxiate the boy she rode, Hinata rose up to an almost tower-like position above him, her trembling hands now on his stomach with her quivering thighs risen above. Her thrusting changed to back and forth, not up and down. Her violent speed didn't slow though.
Feeling her subjects penis at its fullest extent, She shifted herself, not easy when impaled on something so big, she wriggled her hips, grinding her wide, full thighs against his balls.
After several hard thrusts of this treatment, she changed tactics; placing both hands on Menma's athletic but not adult chest, she began riding Menma's cock at a faster, even violent pace, putting shocking pressure on his shaft and testicles.
With no words she fucked Menma in earnest while full dressed at her top, rocking at such speed that the wooden bed creaked.
Experimenting, she pushed her hips up higher, almost allowing Menma's cock to leave her, then drove her body down harder than before, creating a louder thump as outside their window the wind picked up, rain continued to pour in a deluge and storm windows thudded as they copulated.
Lightning flashed, thunder rumbled almost in demonic omen as Hinata bent herself backwards, reached behind her to grab Menmas knees and push back her body weight onto her captive's squirming dick.
She reached round and grabbed his cock, squeezed it hard as she powered her mighty thighs and hips fast and hard, driving Menma into his bed, her hair whipping around her head as she exerted her will on the trapped male.
Menma screamed and cried and thrashed under her. Panicking. In pain. Being out right violated and raped.
Wanting, needing more, she scratched at his chest, baring her teeth as she awkwardly, clumsily rocked, back and forth atop him.
Despite the lack of foreplay the first orgasm approached quickly, the Hyuga heiress flipped up, bringing her hands slapping down onto Menma's chest bruising hard.
The lewdly gaping and wailing kunoichi shifted her Byakugan to look inside her own body;
She saw Menma's huge cock, solid as an Ogre's club, blood pumping through it faster than she ever thought possible, thrusting through her vagina, shoving aside her delicate and complex insides, threatening to ram her… cervix she thought it was. She watched the mushroom shaped tip push further and further inside her, as though seeking out her womb. Her peerless eyes watched mesmerised as she saw her body squeeze Menma's desperate dick and her own body, more alive than it had ever been as she squeezed and slammed around and against him.
She saw Menma's testicles suddenly move in a weird way and a strange fluid of some kind sprayed out of his cocks tip like water from a water hose, though thicker in consistency. She realised it was ejaculate, or sperm, or whatever.
She cried out, her mouth gaping wide, driving her hips as far down and pressing Menma's cock as far inside her as she could, she watched amazed as her body opened up, allowing Menma's seed, his very life force inside her, past her cervix (due to his size), filling her up.
Chakra-infused eyes watched in wonder as Menma sprayed hot liquid onto and across her uterus. There was so much… sperm, that she wondered if he was going to overfill her and burst her. She found she didn't care.
Finally it stopped. Hinata, just sat there, atop Menma breathing heavily, looking down at the lagoon of ejaculate Menma had given her. The potential for life itself. She figured there had to be enough jizz to knock up 50 woman pooled inside her. And Menma had given it all to her.
She laughed and deactivated her Doujutsu, looking down at what she'd wrought;
Her lovers chest was heavily marked by her finger marks and scratches, his chest heaved up and down in ragged breaths and his eyes were filled with tears.
Her breath caught in her throat, wanting to apologise. She released Menma's hands from the makeshift strap. His hands didn't move.
She looked down at her... best friend. She couldn't think of what to say.
'Fuck it.'
Making a decision, she pulled her own mesh shirt and bra off, revealing her large, developing breasts to Menma's damp, dazed eyes.
She fucked Menma again. Roughly. This time she took the deflowered boy's hands by the wrists and placed them on her tits, inviting her to squeeze the soft mounds of flesh, which the blonde hesitantly did.
The pair rutted all throughout the night, the bed creaking alarmingly.
When it was done- when the sun rose, both parties were exhausted to near heart-attacks, both lay in pools of sweat together.
Menma heard Hinata crying against his shoulder. Or was he imagining it? He held her closer to him, drifting off to exhaustion fuelled sleep…
-X-
END CHAPTER 5
AUTHORS NOTES
Brief chapter- the drafts sitting on my computer are much longer- too long and overcomplicated.
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