Title: Measuring Stick
Author: desolate butterfly
Genre: yuri, smut
Characters: Ino/Naruko/Sakura
Rating: M
Summary: Ino wants to have a little measuring contest with Naruto and Sakura has to judge.

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It starts off, oddly enough, with Ino drunkenly declaring that her breasts are definitely bigger than Naruto's in his henge'd girl form.

Naruto immediately and vehemently disagrees and a few short hand seals later there's a challenge issued and a blonde girl with faintly whiskered cheeks and a serious lack of clothing standing in the living room.

Sakura sits on the couch, a bit dazed at this sudden turn of events. She was only supposed to be having coffee with Ino this afternoon, not shots of tequila. And Naruto was only supposed to drop off a message from Tsunade-shishou, not inquire about what was in the bottle and then invite himself in for the next round.

And Sakura is pretty sure none of them were supposed to be naked.

But now Ino is shrugging out of her top and exposing her own amble bosom to the world and Sakura watches with a faint blush on her cheeks as the two blondes stand side by side, chests thrust out as far as possible, measuring.

Her mouth drops open as Ino cups a round breast in her hand and squeezes and then places manicured nails on Naruto's breast and repeats the action.

"I don't know," she says, with a small frown. "It's really hard to tell. Forehead-girl, maybe you should be the judge!"

"Yeah," Naruto agrees, bouncing in enthusiasm on the balls of his (her?) toes. Sakura's eyes widen at the swaying motion Naruto's chest makes with each bounce and she swallows dryly.

It's suddenly way too hot in the room.

"Hey," Naruto frowns, leaning forward to stare into Sakura's eyes. "What's wrong with you Sakura-chan? You look funny. You're all flushed!"

Naruto's eyes are clouded and muzzy, but Ino's flash a knowing blue and she suddenly has an arm around Naruto's back, pushing the naked girl closer to her so that they are embracing. Naruto moans a bit at the touch of sensitive bare skin on sensitive bare skin, and Sakura finds herself moaning a bit along with him. Ino smiles triumphantly, like she's just figured out the answer to an exceptionally hard problem, and brushes her fingers over one of Naruto's pink nipples, making it perk into a hardened pebble against her thumb.

"Sakura-chan's fine," she coos, tugging a bit on Naruto's pigtails. "She's just a little jealous because our breasts are so much bigger than hers."

"Oh?" Naruto pants, sliding to her knees and mouthing at the skin above the waistline of Ino's skirt. "How can we make Sakura-chan feel better?"

Ino sighs and grips Naruto by the back of the head, beckoning Sakura closer with her other hand. It takes a few moments for Sakura to remember how to move.

She doesn't know why she steps forward instead of back.

Ino's hand closes possessively on Sakura's chin, angling the pink-haired girl's head so that her gaze is fixed on where Naruto is presently sucking Ino's nipple into her mouth, teeth baring down on the abused nub with increasing pressure.

Ino hisses at the bite, then smiles, and Sakura is frantically tearing at the ties to her own clothes.

They stumble over to the couch as a group, and then to the floor when there isn't enough room on the soft cushions to fit all their limbs together. Sakura learns that Naruto is still ticklish in all the same places that he was in his male form. She also learns that Ino's breasts are bigger.

But then, Sakura muses, as two sets of hands and two pairs of lips wander curiously over her pinked skin, stopping to tease and taste a rosy nipple, size isn't everything.

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fin

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