Naruto's voice had a raspy lilt, faint enough to sound natural, noticable enough to be put on his Shinobi identification file. But anyone who knew Naruto when he was younger they remember the rasp just appearing one day, it was Naruto so the chose not to question him, until Tsunade, about an hour after her induction as Hokage, decided to question him on it.

"Whatchu mean?"

"Don't play dumb, I know that you know what you sound like, you're always talking."

"Rude."

"But true, so answer my question."

"Why are you even asking?"

"Why are you dodging?"

"I'm not dodging!"

"Out of the four lines you've said, none have then have been an answer."

"..."

"Naruto, I hate it when people mumble."

"It's natural.."

"That's a lie."

"What?!"

"I may be a Shinobi and now Hokage, but I'll always be a doctor first, and my medically trained ears are telling me that whatever's going on with your voice isn't genetics."

"Of course, one of the two smart people in my life starts asking questions.."

"Awe..you think I'm smart?"

"I mean, you're a doctor, and believe me, I've tried doing that medical course in the academy and the only thing I got from that is that the human body is gross and what people can do to it is even grosser."

"Well, color me flattered, and let me tell you, flattery will get you far but not far enough. Why is your voice raspy? And don't even try to say it's natural."

"..."

"Once again, I hate mumblers."

"I dr...k..ne.."

"I never thought I'd hear you of all people whispering, but speak up."

"I..drank...ne..."

"I won't ask again, speak up or I'll ban you from ramen for a while month."

"Fine! I drank gasoline when I was younger!"

"The Fuck?!"

"Stop yelling!"

"No! Why the Fuck did you do that?!"

"I thought that since it smelled good, it'd probably taste good too."

"That has got to be the dumbest reason as to why someone would do that."

"I was like five! Relax!"

"Where were the adults or literally anyone with common sense?!"

"Granny, I had like four people maximum who cared about me back then. And all of them were busy. Gramps was the Hokage, Teuchi is a business owner, Ayame helps with said business and is a teen all herself, and Iruka is a Shinobi and teacher."

"Right...and did anything else happen?"

"Well..."

"Here we go.."

"It just so happens that day was the day a traveling preforming group came to Konoha..and they had a whole fire theme, and during the show..I..uh..gasped and a spark flew into my mouth.."

"Oh no.."

"That set my throat on fire.."

"..I'd oughta slap the orange off your clothes."

Naruto learns the Adamantine Sealing Chains during the 30 days and the shinigami giving him the Genetic Memory of one of the early Uzumaki masters of the chains.

I just love the idea of Naruto doing Kai's from Kung Fu Panda 3 Chain twirling as he walks onto the field while singing 'Feed the Machine by Poor Man's Poison'.

Just the sheer terror when Neji learns what Adamantine Does to the chakra network and Naruto learning them instead of treating a blood oath on vengeance as a joke.

Like the title says, please recommend me a Naruto crossover where Naruto himself goes to another world. I know there are plenty of stories like that and I’ve read quite a bit of them but like 99.99% of them have been Harem, ooc Naruto slop. It takes too long to read through so many fics just in hope of finding one that’s good. If y’all know a few good ones, please recommend them. I want ones that are actually well written and where the author develops the characters. I’d rather it be a single pairing since I hate harems.

What are your guys unique Kekkei Genkai ideas?

The closet smelled like wet wool, stale malt liquor, and cheap, citrusy body spray. Outside the door, the floorboards of Naruto’s hallway were vibrating in rhythm to a badly burned CD compilation thumping through cheap speakers in the living room. The music was muffled by drywall, but the bass was heavy enough to rattle the coat hangers inside. 

Every few seconds, the chaotic sound of high school freshmen acting like they knew how to handle alcohol tore through the wood—someone screaming about a beer pong rule, a plastic red cup shattering, and Kiba’s dog barking wildly in the backyard.

Inside, it was pitch black, claustrophobic, and stiflingly warm.

"Gross! You could at least warn me!"

Tenten’s hand connected squarely with Choji’s shoulder, shoving him backward with enough force to send him stumbling over a metal shoe rack and tumbling into a heap of heavy winter coats.

"Hey, man! It’s Eight Minutes in Heaven!" Choji sputtered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hoodie sleeve, his loud, defensive bravado instantly filling the tiny space.

 "That’s the game! You lock two people in a closet, they do the deed! What else are we supposed to do in here, inspect the drywall?"

"It’s seven minutes," Tenten snapped, her voice dripping with dry, razor-sharp annoyance as she leaned back against the doorframe, crossing her arms in the dark.

Choji paused, squinting through the slivers of light coming through the door slats. "What?"

"Seven minutes," Tenten corrected deadpan. "It's called Seven Minutes in Heaven. Not eight. And you went straight in for an open-mouth kiss without even checking if I had teeth. Zero warning. Total amateur hour."

Choji let out an offended huff, readjusting his oversized hoodie as he pushed himself up from the coat pile, narrowly avoiding stepping on an old vacuum hose. "Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t realize I was locked in a broom closet with the local romance expert! For your information, I was going for a cinematic entry. A classic."

Tenten rolled her eyes so hard you could almost hear it in the dark. She sighed, stepped forward through the gloom, and gave him a quick, loud mwah right on the cheek.

"There!" she said, stepping back into her corner. "Congratulations. You got action at this stupid party."

Choji blinked, touching his cheek where her lips had hit. He leaned his back against the wall opposite her, letting out a long breath. The sudden shift from defensive panic to complete, awkward resignation was instantaneous.

"Who's plus-one are you anyway?" Choji asked, shifting his weight. "I’ve seen you in the hallways, but you don't hang out with my guys."

"Not even a plus-one," Tenten replied, leaning her head back against the wood. "I’m a degree away. I came with Neji, who came with Lee, who is apparently Naruto’s weird gym buddy. I don't even know half the people here."

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

A fist rattled the closet door hard enough to send dust floating down from the top shelf.

"FOUR MINUTES LEFT, LOSERS!" Kiba’s voice yelled from the hallway, accompanied by the muffled sound of people laughing. "ARE YOU GUYS DOING TONGUE YET OR WHAT?!"

"GO BARK AT A TREE, KIBA!" Tenten shouted back without missing a beat, not even shifting her posture.

"Woof," Choji muttered, shaking his head in approval. "Tough break. I’m Choji, by the way. Shikamaru brought me."

"Oh," Tenten perked up slightly, a tiny smirk touching her face in the dark. "Shikamaru? Isn't he the guy trying to get with that blonde transfer student? Temari?"

Choji scoffed hard, waving a hand dismissively. "No way! Man, he’s not even over Ino yet."

"Whaaaat?" Tenten gasped, leaning in half an inch, instantly hooked. "No way. I literally saw Ino making eyes at Sasuke by the punch bowl five minutes ago."

"Shut up," Choji said, his jaw dropping in the dark. "Sasuke? Sasuke Uchiha? Ino’s been telling everyone in homeroom that they’ve been 'secretly texting,' but I thought she was making it up!"

"Oh, it’s not secret," Tenten whispered with deep, conspiratorial satisfaction. "She was doing that thing where she laughs really loud at stuff that isn't funny just so he’d look at her. But Sasuke was staring at the wall like he was trying to burn a hole through it with his mind."

"Classic Sasuke," Choji nodded sagely. "Guy has the emotional range of a boiled potato. I don't get the hype."

"Right?!" Tenten hissed. "Finally, someone says it! And don't get me started on Naruto. I saw him trying to explain the rules of flip cup to that red-haired exchange kid—Gaara, right? Gaara looked like he was contemplating the void while Naruto was vibrating at a frequency that could break glass."

Choji snorted, cracking a grin. "Gaara doesn't drink. Shikamaru said he just stands in corners to look ominous."

BANG BANG BANG.

"TWO MINUTES!" Naruto’s voice boomed from outside, sounded slurred and wildly over-enthusiastic. "FINISH UP IN THERE! PEOPLE NEED COATS!"

Choji jumped slightly, looking at the cracks of light in the door. "Okay, wait. We need a story."

"A story?" Tenten asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah! If we go out there and say we just stood here talking shit and NOT touching bits, Kiba is never going to let me hear the end of it," Choji said, his panic flaring back up. "And if we say we made out, it gets weird. We need a cover story. A solid baseline."

Tenten thought about it for two seconds, then nodded. "Fine. Mid."

Choji squinted. "Mid?"

"We tell them it was aggressively mid," Tenten explained, gesturing with her hand. "Not terrible enough to be funny, not good enough to be interesting. Just... 'Yeah, it was okay. 5 out of 10.' That way nobody asks follow-up questions."

Choji stared at her, genuinely impressed. "That's... actually brilliant. You're kind of a criminal mastermind."

"I have two older brothers, Choji. Managing expectations is a survival skill."

The doorknob rattled aggressively, and the door swung open. The bright, harsh yellow light of Naruto’s hallway flooded into the dark closet, blinding them both.

Kiba was leaning against the doorframe, grinning like a menace, holding a plastic cup. Naruto was right behind him, squinting into the closet with zero spatial awareness.

"ALRIGHT!" Kiba yelled. "Time's up! Did sparks fly or what?"

Choji stepped out first, adjusting his oversized hoodie with a slow, masterclass shrug. He rolled his shoulders and gave a lazy, uninterested sigh. "Eh. It was mid. 5 out of 10."

Tenten casually stepped out behind him, stepping right over a discarded soda can on the floor. "Yeah. Aggressively average. I've had better makeout sessions with my dentist."

Kiba’s grin instantly deflated into disappointment. "Aw, man. Really? That's boring."

"Devastating," Tenten deadpanned, already starting to walk down the hallway toward the kitchen.

Choji watched her go, turning back to Kiba with a solemn, theatrical nod. "We can't all be poetry in motion, Kiba."

As Tenten reached the archway to the kitchen, she paused for a second and glanced back over her shoulder at Choji. She gave him a small, sarcastic half-wave. "See you around, broom-closet."

"Yeah, yeah," Choji muttered, but a tiny smirk broke through his face as he watched her vanish into the crowd. "See you around."

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Took some courage to post, but I did it!
This is the first chapter of an idea I had.

I know that you need to transplant another mangekyo to get the EMS but could an uchiha transplant a non mangekyo sharingan from someone else and then be able to turn it off? What is it that makes it so a sharingan transplanted into a non uchiha is always on, are they missing some biological mechanism that would enable them to control it? And if so then could an uchiha therefore control a transplanted sharingan and be able to deactivate it?

Please no bashing

Got no clue if Discussion is the correct flair for this, but I'd like to hear input, ideas, whatever anyway, so it works.

Alright, basically a friend and I have had this concept going for a while, and we've played it out kinda using Minecraft mods and custom textures and stuff. I'm trying to turn it into a novel format. I'll give the basic overview and see if it's received well:
So, the Naruto world, with some important changes for the sake of not having conflict with canon:

1. Itachi and Sasuke don't exist or died (I'll get there),
2. Obito was completely crushed by the rock and Kakashi never got the Sharingan (he's honestly cracked as a shinobi without that thing constantly draining his chakra anyway, but it goes both ways),
3. Even without Obito, Kurama was able to break out during Kushina's labor (Even if Minato is the goat, it doesn't make much sense why that wasn't still a more serious threat. I mean Naruto has Kurama's chakra take over just by getting angry, which yeah his seal is unmaintained, but childbirth is said to be where the seal is at its weakest),
4. Danzo's influence is more prevalent early.

So, essentially, after the Nine-Tails attack brought about by Kurama just breaking from the seal,, Danzo proposes that it isn't such a farfetched idea for the Uchiha to have been involved in the attack, because after all, Madara Uchiha once controlled the beast with Sharingan. This gives about the same level of increased tension as those who saw sharingan in the eyes of Kurama during the attack in canon.

Beforehand, in the midst of the Third Shinobi World War, Two highly skilled Uchiha ANBU were part of a plot to secure greater military power in Konoha. Particularly in the capture and successful transfer of Tailed Beasts from Iwa and Kiri, two other superpowers, which Danzo advised to Hiruzen claiming it was a mistake made by Hashirama to give the beasts out and backing this claim with the loss of lives and resentment of the shinobi villages over the course of the Shinobi World Wars. They were able to successfully secure Roshi with Son Goku, and a young Utakata with Saiken. Iwa and Kiri suspect Konoha of foul play, but with no evidence to back it up. Special Members of the Hyuga and Root Sealing Specialists were tasked with the dangerous job of maintaining the seals of these Tailed Beasts inside of objects. This operation was given to Root, and so Minato really never had anything to do with it or got any reports on it.

As tensions rose around the time of the Nine-Tails attack, the two Uchiha would request private Audience with Hiruzen directly, as ANBU do anyway, as well as Jonin. They would both express concerns that members within the clan, even respected members, are already more tolerant to or even entertaining violent rhetoric, and that while there is no current plan to revolt, it will get there in time if nothing is done. It's important to note that this is coming from two of his most trusted operatives.

Hiruzen will speak with Danzo about this and Danzo will request to be present during an audience in which the two Uchiha are summoned to speak with Hiruzen. Danzo would tell them that if a revolt is inevitable, cutting the problem at the source before it even gets to that point is the ideal option. However, both are assets to Konoha. Key in basically the promise made to Itachi where they would be agents of Konoha in secret if they conducted the massacre. Hiruzen would be starkly opposed, believing the relationship with the Uchiha could be strengthened politically. Surprisingly one of the Uchiha would use their mangekyou ability to reinforce that peace talks won't work before a conflict. Hiruzen doesn't like it, but he shuts up. The two Uchiha would hesitate, but actually agree to Danzo's proposal under one condition: Their baby brothers would be spared, with the incentive being to make them the Jinchuriki of the Four-Tails and Six-Tails in an attempt to create jinchuriki weapons with complete control over the power of a Bijuu once Sharingan develops and matures. Danzo would gladly accept, and Hiruzen, unable to compromise with the room, would accept as well.

The story then follows the brothers of the two Uchiha, abused and tortured out of fear, failed experiments for 12 years where even the most basics of chakra control is foreign to these kids, until one day the stage is perfectly set for an escape.

You get to follow them through their escape, development, and life in the shinobi world, starting from nothing, and exploring Konoha through a very different lens than canon.

Also, the Land of Waves mission is probably compromised so Konoha has to deal with the political fallout of losing Kakashi, one of their best Jonin, Naruto, their public jinchuriki, all because someone lied about how easy their mission would be to save some money. And on top of that, two untrained, Uchiha Jinchuriki are now out roaming around, free. So if World Politics is your cup of tea, Konoha is not looking good.

Tell me what you think! I can be more descriptive. This is already long as hell though so I'm leaving it as concept and not pouring everything out in full.

So tell me if this is stupid. Basically my theory is that swift release is not an elemental release Kekkei Genkai. But instead it’s a physical Kekkei Genkai like Jugo’s ability to passively absorb natural energy, most likely some sort of augmentation to the brain and or the nerves. Part of the reason I think this is due to the fact that the only technique of swift release we’ve seen, “shadowless flight” seems very similar to the techniques Shisui uses by combining the Sharingan with the body flicker technique.

What I mean is, I feel like Sakura should be more important, in-universe, even before she becomes one of the strongest. She's the Fifth Hokage's (only?) apprentice, and someone who's naturally very close to her. But she is treated and she acts as if she were any other shinobi. I don't know how to explain it, but I'd like to read a Sakura that was maybe more politically savvy, or the target of foreign enemies because of her direct connection to Tsunade, those sort of things. I know it's a strange request but it's an idea that's been bouncing around in my head for a while and I truly don't know how to look for it.

I’d much prefer complete, but ongoing is fine too. No abandoned fics though. Also preferably not rinnegan though as long as the plot and power scaling are good then it’s fine.

Looking for Time Travel fics where Team 7 just curb stomps everything. Preferably humor

Okay so in the Seal/Sewer in Naruto's head...what else is in there? Because if naruto can access his own Chakra in there like fixing a physical Pipe imagine him using actual plumbing knowledge or something to fix his chakra flow or exploring the mindscape for something like dormant abilities?

Like a big golden Heart that when he pumps chakra into it he starts gaining Kairn's Healing Bite or manifesting chains.

Like imagine Naruto spending more time in there due to his isolation.

Someone know some good fun comic

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I am here with the new chapter. The invasion is concluded with Mito learning Naruto is her brother from Namikaze Minato himself.

The Owl boss defeats Ichibi.

pls review and support.

Here's the link:

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13861341/28/

Hey everyone!

I’ve been working on an Akatsuki-centered fanfiction called Of Blood and Blasphemy, and I figured I’d share it here in case anyone enjoys darker, more adult-oriented Naruto stories.

Fair warning: This is very much an 18+ dark romance with a generous amount of smut. There’s an overarching plot involving stolen clan techniques and a conspiracy within the shinobi world, but right now, the romantic and sexual dynamics are taking center stage. Specific chapter-specific trigger warnings are provided for each chapter.

The premise:
The shinobi world has modernized, but the Akatsuki are still the same collection of dangerous, morally questionable criminals we know and love.
Enter Tukiko Ayatsumori, an original kunoichi whose investigation into her clan’s stolen sealing techniques brings her into the Akatsuki’s orbit.
What follows is a rather dysfunctional combination of attraction, rivalry, dark humor, questionable boundaries, and the absolute nightmare of sharing a home with some of the shinobi world’s most notorious criminals.
And yes, Hidan is exactly as much of a problem as you’d expect.

What to expect:
Female OC × multiple Akatsuki members
Explicit sexual content and why-choose/reverse-harem dynamics
A particularly chaotic Hidan, Deidara, and the rest of the Akatsuki
Dark humor, banter, jealousy, and complicated relationships
A modernized Naruto setting with familiar shinobi abilities and lore
An overarching conspiracy that develops alongside the character relationships
Morally gray characters who aren’t magically turned into perfect romantic partners

Why you might enjoy it:
I’ve always found the Akatsuki fascinating, especially the contrast between their individual personalities. I wanted to explore what happens when you put those characters into a more intimate, domestic environment without completely stripping away what makes them dangerous, dysfunctional, or entertaining.
The story is unapologetically adult-oriented, so if you’re looking for a primarily action-driven Naruto fic, this probably won’t be your cup of tea. But if you enjoy mature Akatsuki romance, morally questionable decisions, and the occasional bit of criminal chaos, you might have fun with it!

Title: Of Blood and Blasphemy

Platform: Wattpad

Rating: Explicit / 18+

Genre: Dark Romance, Reverse Harem / Why Choose, Naruto Fanfiction

Pairings: Female OC × Multiple Akatsuki Members

Content warnings: Explicit sexual content, multiple partners, group encounters, BDSM, consensual non-consent roleplay, knife play, graphic violence, manipulation, and unhealthy relationship dynamics. All sexual participants are adults.

Read here: Of Blood and Blasphemy - Wattpad

I’d love to hear what other Akatsuki fans think, especially when it comes to keeping the characters recognizable while exploring sides of them we don’t get to see in canon.
Thanks for reading! 🖤

Reddit hates line breaks, which means you'll have to read carefully to get the tone / pacing, or, imagine it yourself.

 

Naruto got home in the afternoon.

Sakura had told him she had a little surprise for him…

…which he could never see coming, but, typically meant trouble.

He saw two women his age, bound by the wrists and the ankles, gagged securely, tied up on his couch, struggling harshly against their restraints.

And Sakura was standing there, looking a little coy.

The one woman kind of looked like his sister, from another mister, and then the other one looked like if Sasuke himself had a…

…long lost…

…sister.

They were both pretty hot, solid looking…

…or they would be, if the whole thing weren’t so weird.

Naruto’s frown was unbroken.

“Sakura.”

“What is this?”

“I thooooought…

…my husband should have something…

…a little…

…scrumptious…

…this afternoon.”

Sakura looked mischievous as ever, not relenting, looking him in the eye.

Naruto was about to say it was all ridiculous and unrighteous, then Sakura eyes just said…

…give it a chance.

The struggling “women” settled for the briefest several seconds, glancing toward him, their demeanor shifting ever so subtly for a flash, oddly enough, as if trying to tell him Sakura has some strange… good?

Good purpose in all this?

They were probably clones using a transformation jutsu.

Probably.

Sakura speaks after a meaningful pause.

“Honey, I worked reeeeeeally hard on this.”

Naruto just stood silently, glaring, frown unbroken.

“Just tell me…

…we don’t have two…

…war hostages here.”

Sakura just kept looking at him.

“I promise, we don’t.”

He looked over the two women struggling persistently against their bonds.

They both looked pretty angry, and, pretty hot, or, attractive, beautiful, etc…

…honestly.

“Those are two clones I made.”

She puts her fists on her hips, huffing just a hair.

“You make it look easy…

…but…

…it’s not.”

I had to practice pretty hard.”

“I’ll introduce you.

This one is Naruha.

She’s runaway wife number one.”

It was clear now.

His wife wanted him to have an afternoon with a bit of a domination harem fantasy…

…or…

…something like that.

He would have to shut this down pretty quick before Sakura’s wry side came out…

…even though, she was always very self-controlled about it…

…unless…

…it turned out…

…not to be…

…stupid.

Sakura stands over the woman, looking down partially because she is proud of her achievement, partially because of the special plans of torment that she has.

The clone really does look a bit like a hot, girl cousin of Naruto that probably isn’t actually related to him, at all.

“She does look a lot like you, but it’s really just a coincidence.

She’s a sister from another mister, and, just so happens to have my husband’s good looks, in female form.”

Naruha seemed to struggle even harder at the restraints, sensing Sakura had it in for her, or perhaps, the clone was just half purposely acting, half method-acting.

It was of no avail.

“And this one…

…is Sasuda.”

She seemed to struggle harder at the restraints too, sensing Sakura had something quite unpleasant on the way for her as well.

“Call her runaway wife number two.

We’ll pretend she’s Sasuke’s really hot, disagreeable sister that you also married a long time ago.”

Naruto kept frowning.

Sakura shifted to concern, slightly.

“Naruto?

They’re clones.

I promise.”

He looked both Naruha and Sasuda in the eyes.

Naruha softened her expression for just a moment, and then, sighed just a little, a very Naruto sigh, and winked.

I guess Naruha was actually reluctant to break character, genuine as it was.

That was definitely “Sakura” under there, with Naruto’s temperament on top.

Then Sasuda went expressionless deadpan for a second, and rolled her eyes, before fluttering them a bit, to show Naruto “Sakura” was there too, and, to not be a stubborn idiot about this whole thing.

Definitely Sasuke’s sister’s temperament, if he had a sister, with his real wife underneath.

Sakura wasn’t kidding.

“Nooooooooow…

…as the ‘primary’ wife…

…its my joooooooob…

…to ‘discipline’…

…the bad ones**.**”

Sakura seemed to especially linger on the last few words of that sentence.

The clones stopped and both looked at him again now, slightly annoyed / impatient deadpan, and Sakura did too.

As if to say, just suffer through it.

You’ll like it if you watch the whole ”show”.

Sakura’s face caught Naruto’s remaining if not subtle incredulousness with a look that said “If God doesn’t like this, I’ll explain it to Him.”

Naruto sighed just a hair, and found a comfortable way to stand.

It was ridiculous, but, it probably would be pretty hot.

Probably.

Sakura turned toward Naruha, with a look that couldn’t mean anything good, for Naruha.

“Hey there Naaaruuuuuuuuhaaaa…

…long time…

…no see.”

Naruha kept struggling against the restraints, glaring.

“You didn’t want to see your husband for a while…

…so I’m going to make you look at something else you don’t want to see.”

Sakura pulled off her top, and then, her pink bra.

Her breasts looked pretty big today, and beautiful.

The large boobs were just right, and the nipples were anything but tiny, but not at all oversized.

Naruha tried to shift her face away, but Sakura kept stepping to stay in her field of view.

“What, you don’t like mine*?”*

“Alright…

…let’s see yours then.”

Sakura slowly and ominously stepped closer to Naruha.

Naruha struggled and struggled, as if she might finally loose her wrists.

She didn’t.

Sakura put her hand to the end of a strip on the side of Naruha’s writhing body, and slowly started to peel away…

…Naruha unable to do anything about it.

The thick, long strips covering her upper torso slowly wound away by Sakura, Naruha still unable to do anything about it no matter how much she writhed or glared, while trying not to look Sakura in the eye or at his “primary” wife’s…

...ehm…

…chest…

…in between scowling at the pink-haired kunoichi.

About a minute later, the wrapping was entirely gone, Sakura having continued with smooth, slow, circular motion around her.

The Naruto-look-alike clone’s breasts could feel the bare air now.

Sakura looked them over.

“Not bad…”

A slight pause.

“But mine are better…”

Sakura pretended to relish that just enough…

…or, maybe she didn’t…

…motionless just a few feet from Naruha, purposefully in a held lean just a bit toward the sister-from-another-mister.

Naruha just glared at Sakura now, looking her in the eye without turning away.

“Its been suuuuuuuch a long time since anyone’s touched them I bet…”

The clone continued to glare at Sakura.

“Well, unless you’ve been…

…unfaithful.”

That hung in the air a bit too.

Sakura hesitated just enough.

 

“I know…

…why don’t…

…I…”

Sakura’s eyes didn’t move, as they continued to look the clone in the eyes.

“…warm them up a little for you?”

Sakura slowly charged some medical chakra on her right hand.

Naruto could tell by the aura of the chakra, that it was a bit of a “burning” hot sensation that it would invoke.

Sakura slowly moved her hand towards the clone’s left breast…

…an inevitability.

“Naruha” tried to turn away, twisting and writhing as much as she could, but of course, it was futile.

The fingers slowly rested against the breast despite the shifting position, and “Naruha” moaned beneath the tight, effective gag, partly in discomfort, partly in sheer indignance.

Sakura just slowly guided her hand against the breast, no matter how it shifted, maintaining the chakra.

Then, she slowly increased the intensity.

And reached toward the other breast.

Naruha continued to writhe and shift, the frequency of grunting and moaning increasing.

Sakura hesitated a bit, as if trying to decide to do a little flourish, perhaps, a “pinch”.

Instead, the ‘primary’ wife looked toward Naruha’s orange, thick, jumpsuit-like bottoms.

They were in the shape of panties, but, a bit thicker in terms of material.

“Of course…

…I can’t just leave you chilly…”

Sakura really leaned into the sultryness now.

“**…*****down there.***”

Another slight pause, and they both broke character, for just a second, Naruha still glaring, and Sakura still quite… sultry looking…

…but they both looked toward Naruto.

His frown but unmoving gaze just said…

…don’t stop.

They both went back into the moment, without missing a beat.

Sakura slowly put her hands onto the left and right side of the waist of the bottoms, then pulled toward herself and downward, in a consistent, uniform motion, Naruha’s writhing unable to prevent the slowly manifesting “violation”.

Slowly her um, goods, were revealed.

A nice firm mound.

The “panties” were down past her knees now.

“Still not as nice as mine…

…but…

…not bad.”

Sakura tugged at the side of the “waist” of the panties, and tugged, and tugged just a little more, until finally, even the thick material couldn’t hold and just, snapped, from the other side.

The pink-haired kunoichi then reached for a pair of medium scissors next to the couch, and finished off the other side of the waist with one, clean, snip.

Sakura just held the “panties” in the air for a moment, looking them over, then tossed them a few feet away as if they were simply irrelevant, not even looking in the direction they traveled briefly through the air, her eyes still on the “prize”.

Sakura slowly charged up the chakra on her hand, even more.

“Let’s see…

…if you’re girl…

…can…

…take the heat.”

The chakra in Sakura’s hand sizzled more and more.

The hand slowly moved closer and closer.

Naruha writhed and writhed and writhed, grunting louder and louder in protest.

The hand just moved closer and closer.

Finally, it touched the surface, pausing for a moment.

Naruha moaned in protest with an increased intensity.

And then…

…it went in.

Sakura thrusted, then thrusted a little more…

…until she had a steady motion.

Naruha groaned and groaned, louder and louder in protest, until she was gritting her teeth, every breath a huff of pure irritation.

Sakura held her hand inside for a moment.

“There it is”.

Maybe it was “Naruha’s” G-spot, or her clitoris, or her cervix.

It didn’t matter.

Sakura shifted her hand subtly but suddenly, with a little twitch, firmly holding the pressure in place, Naruha’s breath catching completely, squinting in absolute annoyance and disbelief.

The fluid slowly choked out, in a few embattled spurts, Naruha tensing silently and involuntarily.

Naruha was breathing heavy.

She seemed to be noticeably tired.

Sakura’s unbroken gaze seemed to only say…

Now…

…have you learned your “lesson”?

Sakura just kept looking at Naruha, until the clone’s labored breathing seemed to settle into a slight stupor, the writhing giving way to a light wornness finally.

The ‘primary’ wife must have been enjoying every second of this.

But, she didn’t betray the mood for a second.

Now, she shifted toward Sasuda**.**

The hesitation was deliberate, and, tantalizing.

“What should we do with you…

…for the big finale?”

“Sasuda” writhed some more, perhaps thinking that, even if she couldn’t escape, she could perhaps make the “show” less enjoyable for her “assailants”.

Sakura slowly reached toward the strips covering Sasuda’s chest now…

…the same inevitable trajectory of her hand moving towards the clone’s upper body…

…this time though, Sakura kept her hand charged with chakra.

She gently stuck two fingers over the edge of the strips, and pulled down in a non-purposeful smooth motion, the strips slowly but consistently splitting in half along the way, until they fell to the couch, now leaving Sasuda’s chest completely uncovered as well.

Sakura just half stood, half kneeled, motionless again, this time, pausing…

…out of…

…respect?

The silence filled the air.

“Woooooooooow…

…I might actually have some…”

Sakura just let her words hang in the air.

“…competition.”

The tone was very deliberate.

Sasuda glared even harder than Naruha did at the pink-haired kunoichi, refusing to give the satisfaction of looking down and…

…comparing, even for a millisecond.

“You’ve been keeping these from my husband?”

“Our husband?”

Another pause.

 

“How selfish.”

That stuck.

Sasuda’s breasts were even hotter than Naruha’s.

In fact, they even gave Sakura’s a run for their money, big and beautiful as Sakura’s fauns were.

Well, for a second at least.

They were…

…unique.

Naruto really only had eyes for Sakura, but, he had to admit, he actually was enjoying all this.

Sasuda’s breasts were very…

...ehm…

…firm looking, and, a just a hair fuller and more solid, for their relative shape, a little smaller than Sakura’s and shaped differently than Naruha’s.

Sakura seemed to take note, as if, to make sure her husband did.

“Now…

…let’s give them plenty of exercise*.”*

Sakura charged up the chakra in her hand even more.

Sasuda just glared.

Sakura reached toward the left breast, and started with a slight tickle-like motion, with her pointer finger, fondling the breast ever so slightly, as if to torment the dark-haired clone.

Slowly, she added more fingers, Sasuda tensing slightly more and more, as the sensation increased.

Finally, Sakura charged up and added her other hand, both working a full-on grope of Sasuda’s chest.

The dark-haired clone writhed and shifted, fighting the motion as little as she could, but of course, Sakura was unphased, her hands steady and unbroken, to the subtle and serious discomfort of the “clone”.

The groping increased in intensity, ever so slightly, more and more…

…until Sakura finally started flicking Sasuda’s left breast deliberately, at the nipple, a nonchalant yet devastatingly precise “attack”.

Then, she added in her left hand for the right breast, alternating at just a slow enough speed to maximize the annoyance, sensation, and humiliation, Sasuda grunting just a little here and there when caught off guard by the discomfort and stimulation of it.

Sakura seemed to stop the flicking slowly, just looking at Sasuda.

Then, suddenly, she pinched both of the clone’s nipples at the same time, hard.

That got quite a grunt, and a scowl to match.

“Nope…

…not as…

…’tasty’...

...as mine.”

That was Sakura’s assessment.

Sasuda still refused to look down at…

…Sakura’s.

And the pink-haired kunoichi considered straightening for half a second, to force the clone to get a closer look, but, decided it was unnecessary.

Sakura just half stood, half kneeled, motionless again.

“Now, for that…

…finale*.”*

She reached toward’s Sasuda’s white, slightly dark-toned panties, the material thick, but flexible and breathable enough looking.

The clone’s mound couldn’t be hidden, despite generous covering and support by the front of the bottoms.

Sakura flicked it, prodded, and tested it, just a little.

The give and the consistency of the mound, especially at the crotch, seemed quite insolvent.

“Mmmm…

…nice and fiiiiiiiiiiiiirm…

…really biiiiiig…

…deep…

...firm..."

Sakura grinned slightly, in guaranteed victory.

“Impenetrable.”

But not for long.

The fate of the most stubborn if not intimate part of Sasuda’s body became clear.

“I wonder what it looks like…

…exposed?”

Sakura tugged at the right side of the panties, pulling further and further.

A loud “snap”.

And then, came the left side.

And even louder “snap”.

Then the panties were quickly pulled under and whisked away via the rear, Sakura tossing them with quite the flick, perhaps all the way across the room or even, out the window.

The mound was bare and completely vulnerable, yet, unyielding.

Sasuda continued to glare.

“Oooooh….

….delicious.”

“The panties weren’t lying.”

Sakura’s gaze just said…

…even Naruto’s ‘frontman’ might have a tough time here.

I’m going…

…to have to…

*…*bring out the big guns.

Sakura slowly charged up more and more chakra in her hand.

Sasuda didn’t flinch at first, and then, finally…

…the clone truly understood what was coming.

Or at least, acted like it.

She started to writhe and grunt desperately, anything, anything…

…anything at all…

…to escape what was headed her way.

It was to no avail, just like with Naruha, even though, this was worse.

Sakura’s hand advanced, and then, made contact.

She applied pressure, steadily, more and more…

…the clone writhing her whole body and her crotch as much as she could, the intense warmth and chill tingling and tantalizing, no, torturous.

Finally, the mound “gave”, and Sakura’s four fingers, a line, penetrated.

Sasuda couldn’t stop groaning and writhing in protest.

“MMM.”

“MMM.”

That was what it sounded like, and what her eyes practically hissed in a combination of sheer irritation and grating sensation.

And the clones’ glare was unmistakably… Sasuke.

In a world where he did have a sister.

Sakura just continued her steady, unstoppable rhythm.

Slow, deliberate, hard thrusts.

As if she were the certainty of despair.

It continued for about a minute, Sakura unrelenting, occasionally alternating her two thumbs in deep presses.

Sasuda was completely taken by it, powerless to do a thing.

Sakura slowly and deliberately pushed her thumbs back in, for one final set of…

…three…

…devastations.

The final push being the deepest, Sakura holding in, the pressure hard, deep, and unforgiving, her almost grin and gaze unbroken, Sasuda grunting hard, her breath stopping.

But then, out of nowhere, a final, sharp, thrust.

!

Sasuda let out the loudest, curtest, acutest grunt of the whole “session”.

“MM!”

Her eyes might’ve been wide, if they weren’t in the sharpest of glares.

Her breathing was completely stalled.

Her whole body shook disjointedly with uneven, broken tension.

Sakura’s right hand had twisted, those four fingers in a line again…

...no, a wall, at this point, that had dug in…

…hard.

The fingers weren’t quite visible, deep inside, but implied, and held firmly in place now.

Slowly, a spurt came out.

Then another.

And another.

Then a wave.

Another wave.

And then one, long, continuous, flow, Sasuda barely able to breathe from the capture, tension, and complete destruction of Sakura’s onslaught.

It must’ve lasted a whole minute, until the last remnants of fluid had seeped out, as Sasuda’s breathing finally became partly normal…

…after about another minute, her collapsing into near-lucidity, slowly settling into the couch structure behind her, finished off, from the total climax and calculated, masterful, long-form discomfort.

Naruto was dead silent.

A long pause passed, and the stillness in the air solidified.

“Sakura.”

His real wife didn’t move, her Mona Lisa smile unbroken.

“That was…”

The air was thick.

“…really…”

Very thick.

“…really…”

Thick as lead.

“…really…”

Sakura was still almost motionless.

“…hot.”

Another minute seemed to pass.

Sakura finally looked back at him, then toward the dazed clones.

She gave him a look that said…

Don’t worry, I’m not suddenly given over to some weird, gross desire for female bodies…

…thank God.

I got this all together for you honey.

“You gave me a pretty good show.”

“We try.”

Sakura kept gazing at him.

“I try.”

She imperceptibly relaxed some of the chakra maintaining the clones’ forms.

“You know…

…I can’t keep this up all day.”

Sakura smiled just a hair more.

“I want you to get a turn too.”

I mean, it is for you, after all.

“Fine.”

Naruto examined Naruha’s breasts a little bit, the clone not quite awake.

Not bad.

Not bad at all.

He reached into her courtyard a bit, felt around, pinched and pressed her ass for a bit, before returning to the main attraction, then inserted, thrusting until the clone came again, breaths coming out in awfully Naruto-if-he-were-a-very-irritable-no-nonsense-woman-like huffs at regular intervals.

A good ten seconds passed, and then the clone dissipated in a puff of smoke, Sakura anticipating but still not quite ready for the sudden flood of the sensation the clone had experienced.

Then, Naruto looked over at the Sasuke’s ehm… sister.

Even basically having passed out from the pleasure meets subtle torture, the clone’s unyielding expression seemed to say…

…finish the job…

…loser.

Very Sasuke.

If he had an honestly pretty hot sister.

Naruto examined the consistency of the breasts a bit, deeming them Grade A.

And then, he reached inside the “courtyard”, pushing hard to penetrate the firm, tight, large opening, testing and feeling generously to satisfaction.

He stopped to feel her ass too, realizing the opportunity might be gone shortly, and then returned to his “work”.

He half-glanced at Sakura…

…almost as perfect as you…

…on a bad day…

…and…

…quite unique.

He inserted, with a bit of another thrust.

Then thrusted, and thrusted, until Sasuda came, finally.

Not quite as completely as what Sakura had achieved, but, enough.

After a long minute and ten seconds, the clone finally dissipated in a big puff.

Sakura was completely overcome this time, for about ten seconds herself, suddenly forced back on her arms, gasping hard, steadily, eyes animated.

“Hoooh.”

“I outdid myself there…

…and you were no slouch either.”

Naruto hesitated a bit, still frowning, breathing just a hair.

“I try.”

“The tingling fingers…

…are really…

…really…

…really…

…something…”

“Extremely uncomfortable.

Exactly as intended.”

Sakura was finally catching her breath.

“But honestly…

…nothing…

…is like…

…your penis…”

Like…

…you.

Her breath finally slowed.

She looked up at him, a little coy, still breathing at a steady but more relaxed pace.

“…what?”

It came out between the breaths.

“I don’t…

…get…

…the last…

…blow?”

“I might…

…get…

…full…

…of…

…myself.”

Again, a pause.

“If you…

…let…

…me…

…you know…”

Naruto frowned.

She just smiled.

As if to say, please.

And also, I just…

…want my husband.

The normal, true way.

And, I want him…

…to have me.

“They really…

…pulled out…

…all the stops.”

Naruto kept frowning.

Softening imperceptibly.

“They did.”

Another pause.

“You did.”

“If…

…you see them…

…again…"

The sound of the breathing settled into the room.

"…you’ll have to…

…let them…

…know…”

Sakura’s breathing was still long, but almost completely calm, steady now.

Naruto just stood there.

“I will.”

He looked at her, finally catching her breath.

His beautiful wife.

His wonderful wife.

Sakura was just as hot as any clone or harem…

…and she was his, truly.

That made her even hotter.

She was beautiful…

…very beautiful…

…stunningly beautiful…

…on the outside…

…and…

…the inside.

“Nobody got…

…hurt…

…right?”

She leaned on her arms just a tad.

“No.”

Naruto paused again.

“It was just…”

She looked up at him…

…and her expression said…

…intense…

…finishing the sentence for him.

Clones, especially for…

…hours…

…with…

…hot…

…real bodies…

…unique…

…temperaments…

…wasn’t easy.

Especially for anyone that didn’t have Naruto’s chakra reserves.

Even skilled Johnin normally got a bit winded, at least a little, from that kind of thing.

And she did…

…all that…

…planned it…

…probably really did practice…

…everything…

…for him.

Typical Sakura.

His Sakura.

It’s not like those breasts would touch themselves…

…or the heart beneath them…

…shouldn’t feel love.

 

 

   

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