1. Appointment
Untie.
Into the belly. Through the heart. Around the brain. Down the spine.
Hit the arms. Past the waist. Hit the legs. Out the groin.
Knot it.
The hot water stung Sakura Haruno's hands as it gushed from the silver faucet. It was a startling relief from the chill of the restricted operating room, a floor beneath ground level of the Leaf Village Hospital. Down here, bright ceiling fluorescents replaced window-peeking sunshine, and the only hint of it being early morning were the hands of a steadily ticking wall clock and the stifled yawn from the person behind her. Nine AM. Right on schedule.
She rubbed her reddening skin clean, while her emerald eyes scanned the hand-drawn diagram beside her. Various scrolls and codices were strewn about on the table: health manuals, instructions for medical jutsu, each more convoluted than the last...she had memorized them all, but it never hurt to have a reference. Especially today.
The steps of the spell soundlessly repeated themselves on her lips.
Untie.
Into the belly. Through the heart. Around the brain. Down the spine.
"You made sure to skip breakfast, right Naruto?" she inquired, snatching up a nearby towel and drying off her hands. She was dressed in her usual red qipao dress and short grey skirt. "This procedure advises the patient's stomach to be free of any foreign substances for at least twelve hours. I wouldn't put it past you to have sneaked in a morning bowl of ramen."
Naruto's stomach let out a loud rumbling growl. "Does that answer your question, Sakura?" he huffed, fidgeting in his light green operating gown. The stiff metal table he was laying on was cool to the touch, and he bit back a mumbled complaint as gooseflesh crept up and down his skin.
If you asked him, this was a waste of time. He was fine! Really! He didn't work his ass off with Jiraiya for years just to lose control of himself back at home. Okay, granted, there were a few times where the familiar red chakra went out of control and left him at the fox's mercy until someone intervened with a good slap and a sealing tag, but those were flukes! He wouldn't let it happen again. The last thing on his mind after returning to the rough-and-tumble ninja mission lifestyle was sitting through a doctor's appointment. Like some kid.
Yet…the idea seemed plausible when it was Sakura who brought it up. She burst into Ichiraku Ramen the day before and explained it all while he was polishing off a bowl. Even as she shushed away his protests, he couldn't help but notice the worry in her eyes. So here he was. After all this time, he couldn't refuse her anything.
Also, Tsunade threatened to put him in the hospital if he didn't comply.
Hit the arms. Past the waist. Hit the legs. Out the groin.
Knot it up.
A smirk curled at Sakura's thin lips at the sound of his wambling stomach, but she kept her eyes glued to the open scroll. Her hands wormed into the tight pair of gloves and tugged on each one to tightly secure them. It was a habit of hers before each operation.
"It shouldn't take long," she chirped, brushing her hair from her face. "It's complicated, very complicated, but not long. Nothing I can't handle. You'll be back to stuffing yourself by lunchtime."
Her voice was tinged with pride. In the academy, she was a baby bird who was ready to leave the nest, having learned how to fly all her life. The harsh tumble down the cliff when her wings couldn't carry her was a rude awakening. The boys would fight off Team 7's threats while she sat on the sidelines. Begging for help was all she could do. For a kunoichi, it was pathetic. So, for the past few years, she had slogged through the stressful training of the legendary (and often tardy) Lady Tsunade, and came out a full-fledged medical ninja. So, this assignment suggested by the Hokage herself didn't annoy her. Any opportunity to use her expertise to help others, especially her friends, was a welcome one.
Naruto watched Sakura prepare herself in silence, and the closest to stillness that he was able to muster. Having been cuffed over the years for interrupting, snickering, shouting, grumbling, irritating, or "just plain looking at me wrong, Naruto," he thought it best not test her wrath again.
His eyes followed the flex of forearm muscles, past her subtle bust, and up to her face. Before he could catch himself, a familiar arousal quivered through him. He'd thought that his ill-fated crush on her had passed during his years away. From the way his stomach clenched from a mere glance at her sculpted lips, however, it was clearly there to stay.
"Now then," Sakura announced, slipping into her professional voice. "I have already gone over the details of the seal I am about to administer, its drawbacks and its benefits. Do you have any complaints before we begin?"
He nodded, trying to steady his breathing. "Caaaan I get a good luck kiss first?"
"You may not."
"Alrighty, no complaints. Hit me with your worst shot, Doc!"
Untie.
Into the belly. Through the heart. Around the brain. Down the spine.
"Best shot," Sakura clarified, arching up an eyebrow. The seal she was about to administer was meant to draw the Nine-Tailed Fox's chakra into its center once activated. From there, it would hold the bulk of the energy in place while dispersing a trickle towards the nodes along his chakra network path, which meant easier control of feral tendencies. Essentially, it was a support for the spiral seal already on his stomach.
She had only seen the transformation in action on one occasion. It was during the mission at Tenchi Bridge not too long ago. The dreadful memory still drifted to the surface now and again. Looking down at the self-satisfied smile on his face, she felt a warmth spread in her chest. If she could keep that monster locked in, she'd save a lot of grief for a lot of people. Herself included.
Hit the arms. Past the waist. Hit the legs. Out the groin.
Knot it up.
Sakura flicked open a tin and dipped her middle finger into the ink inside. "This might tickle, so please try not to kick me in the stomach on instinct," she warned, before kneeling down beside him. She began to outline a reference pattern for the seal.
Naruto bit down on his lip as she worked. He cursing inwardly that she didn't use a brush. That would have been bearably ticklish at most. Whereas her finger dragging over the sensitive flesh of his stomach, and occasionally towards his groin, was doing nothing at all to discourage the smolder in his gut. Sakura had always been cute when they were kids, but now she was beautiful, the most gorgeous girl he'd ever met. Especially when she smiled at him.
While she worked, Sakura couldn't help but allow her attention to drift to the contours of his body. That deeply cut abdomen, those broad shoulders...he was a stranger to the scrawny loud mouth of her academy days. In comparison, she thought with a hint of annoyance, she remained the same. Sure, the years spent topping off her puberty had paid off in curves in her bust and hips, but she wasn't any model. Forget Ino or Hinata, even modest Tenten handily outclassed her in the "T" of the T&A department. Before she hit the usual nosedive from Maybe I should diet more, to Oh god I'm gonna end up a miserable old bitty in a run-down rice wine cellar, she coughed and pulled her finger back. "Now be quiet. This'll take some concentration."
Sakura slowly breathed in, cleared her mind of all distractions….
Untie.
Into the belly. Through the heart. Around the brain. Down the spine.
Hit the arms. Past the waist. Hit the legs. Out the groin.
Knot it up.
…and began weaving the required signs.
Having practiced hundreds of times, not a single misplaced twitch was made, and when she hit the final tori sign her hands flashed a bright green. "Keep still. Don't be alarmed if you feel any of the Fox come out: focus on me," she instructed. One palm sat over the other in the center of the inking. Her brow creased as chakra focused in a node above the belly button.
Untie.
Naruto's smile disappeared into slight discomfort as something bristled inside him. It was awake.
Into the belly.
The red chakra was a curious animal in and of itself; it swirled up his chakra stream to inspect Sakura's energy. Having been its host for all his life now, Naruto a few things for sure about it. Chief among them: it was never happy, and it hated cages. Already he could feel the flashes of irrational anger that preceded its coming. Heat churned in his belly, and he gnashed his teeth in annoyance when it became painful. Even more so when he tried to rein it back in. "Just get it over with," he grunted, clenching his fists on the metal table.
Through the heart.
The green flow stuttered. Sakura's frown deepened. Resistance was expected, but the sheer intensity surpassed even her most cautious estimations. Swiveling her jaw, she forced the chakra deeper into the skin, struggling to meld it with his system.
Around the brain.
She swore she saw the whiskers on his cheeks roughening before her eyes, as if scratched at by an invisible beast. "Stay focused, Naruto," she called, her eyes calm despite the task at hand. "Look at me, alright? Just focus on me. Don't let your thoughts stray. I'm halfway done."
Down the spine.
Naruto's face grew white from the pain of two souls bitterly fighting for dominance, with his chakra network as the battleground. His growing nails dug into his palms and drew blood. Unfamiliar canines squeezed his gums. Tears beaded in his eyes. The red chakra was like a vast ocean, and he may as well have been swinging his fists at the incoming tide. Wave after wave sent him stumbling back, but he didn't fall. If it thought he was going to lose control, it was sorely mistaken.
Hit the arms.
"Damn it..." Sakura growled under her breath. Every burst of energy she gave dissolved into the tooth-and-nail assault. Her arms and shoulders had tensed up from the effort. Swallowing air down her dry throat, she made a point to retain eye contact with him as she pushed on despite the pain.
Her gaze wandered just for a moment to the shuddering of his spine. Empathy struck her. Just a bit longer and it would be over.
Past the hips.
Naruto's eyes flicked open and met her gaze. Sakura Haruno. He had burned her face into his mind's eye in an attempt to focus on something, anything, other than his scalding blood. During tthe peril they faced as junior ninja, those long training sessions with Jiraiya, and all the countless lonely nights, he thought of her helped him press on. However, even that seemed to be worthless as his willpower eroded.
Hit the legs.
She couldn't get a good look during the first hectic breakout, but now Sakura squinted to confirm what was only before a hypothesis. His pupils had transformed into slits. Blood red seeped into the ocean blue.
A hint of something flitted inside of them for a brief second, and she froze, fear seizing her in a cold sweat. It was a stupid mistake.
Out the—
Just as she snapped back to the procedure, a mass of bubbling red blasted out from the seal and knocked her clean off her feet, into the wall behind her. She gasped and clutched her stomach, eyes squeezed shut and lungs wheezing for the wind knocked out of them.
So demanding was Naruto's fight that he didn't register the phantom limb that struck his doctor into the drywall. However, he did realize that he had stopped breathing some time ago: the enemy chakra choked up his airways. His consciousness was slipping away to make room for the creature that had burrowed in his brain. It whispered words he couldn't hear. His eyelids sagged shut. The spinning operating table sank through the floor of the room, and fell into weightlessness, into darkness….
There she is, by the village gates, bowing towards me. Hands in her lap. Tears down her face. Begging for my help.
Sakura Haruno. No matter what, I have to protect her.
No matter what, I—
…I—
….
…so light….
Sakura slowly came to her senses. With one trembling arm against the wall, she pushed herself to her feet. The blow had caught her off guard, but by now, the ninja instincts beaten into her as a student began to take over. With a mental snap, she gathered enough chakra in her fists to break bones with a single punch. Her eyes sized up the man she was operating on moments ago. Was she too late? Was it free? She braced for the worse.
Naruto's human body laid motionless on the table. Whatever storm of energy consumed him while she was knocked out had torn his clothing to shreds and left him shamelessly nude. Now wasn't the time for embarrassment. His skin was slick with sweat, and a scowl tugged at his face.
At first glance all seemed harmless, but Sakura soon tallied up the changes. Longer disheveled hair. Thicker face whiskers. Sharper cheekbones. Razor sharp nails. Broader frame. Diamond cut muscles every inch of his body. Obvious Nine Tailed Fox influence.
The room was silent save for their breathing, his long and steady, hers short and urgent.
"…Naruto?" Sakura called out. No response. Only slumber.
Doubt wormed into her brain. If he didn't wake up, if his psyche had been eaten alive, if it was all her fault…how could she live with the guilt? No. Now isn't time for pitying yourself. You've assessed the situation. All is stable. Call for backup in case of an emergency, then approach.
Just as she was about to head towards the door, however, the boy stirred. First a grunt, then a shake of the head, then a curling of the toes. One by one he tested his body parts like a medical examination. Then, he suddenly swung himself into a seating position. Sakura watched with wide eyes. Her heart pounded like a war drum. He swayed in place for a moment, then snapped his head towards her. An impassive look of icy blue, another tense silence, and finally, a single word.
"Sakura."
He recognizes me. Sakura bit her lip and considered the information. Perhaps he was simply zoned out from exhaustion, and was otherwise safe and sound in his own body. He had to be. He needed to be. Sakura turned away from the doorway and took a step towards him, her arms raised as a shield.
"That's right," she replied. "It's me, Sakura Haruno. Do you know where you are right now?"
"Sakura Haruno," Naruto repeated. His expression remained emotionless as he edged off the table and onto his feet. His gaze never left her.
"That's right, that's right. We're in the same graduating class, and we've been training under Kakashi for the past few years." Sakura continued the cautious approach, stopping within a few feet. The air between them was thick; the drummer in her chest refused to slow its rhythm. "Do you remember?"
"I won't…."
"Sorry?"
Naruto's mouth gaped for a moment. Then:
"I won't let anyone touch you."
The conviction in his voice was unmistakeable. Few people in the village obsessed over her safety like that blond idiot; that much she learned from years of his protection. Sakura let out her pent up breath and relaxed her guard. "Thank God!" she said, relief washing over her. "You're okay after all. I was terrified something happened to you I'd never be able to fix."
"I won't let anyone touch you."
"I know you won't, Naruto," Sakura said. A warm smile spread across her lips, and hot tears sprung to her eyes before being hastily wiped away. He was safe. It was over. "Now, I know you must be worn out, but could you please lie back down on the table? I need to make sure the seal is secure so nothing slips out later. And I'll, uh, get another gown for you in the meantime."
"I won't let anyone touch you."
"All right, I think we can move on from that-"
"Except me."
Before she could react, the Fox snared his fingers around her neck. The grip effortlessly clenched her windpipe shut. Sakura recoiled in surprise, but her twisting and tugging meant nothing: she was a fierce hawk helpless in a stronger eagle's beak.
Coherent thoughts had abandoned him. Instead, in his mind were flashes of impressions and emotions and memories, floating around like a shaken snow globe. He couldn't make sense of what belonged to whom, and didn't waste time trying to. Instinct had taken over. A whiff of her strawberry shampoo tempted his hunger. The fear in her green eyes brought out the talons. Without warning, he smashed his mouth against hers. His free hand quickly trapped her slender waist against his body as his long tongue probed inside, shoving its way as deep down her throat as possible.
"Mmph!" Sakura's surprise was muffled by the iron-clad lip lock. First came the confusion at the random kiss, followed by a shudder from the intruding tongue. Try as she did to push him off, his grip around her was too strong. His breath tasted of mint toothpaste and, she noticed in an odd moment of clarity, miso ramen. Did that stuff ever leave his system?
A bump nudged against her thigh. Cracking her eyelids open brought an answer: his absurdly big penis. Never in all her examinations had she seen something like it. Twelve inches long and thick as her wrist, it stood proudly at full mast, veins popping, with his loose testicles underneath. Nausea struck her.
She responded how she knew best.
CRAKK!
Warm saliva sprayed in a mist when her fist slammed into the Fox's jaw. He stumbled for a moment before collapsing onto the floor. Blood trickled down his nose. The force of the punch cracked something.
Even as he spat out a red-drenched molar, there was no pain. Only an ancient fury; one forged by worthless jailors forever out of his grasp. From deep inside him, he unleashed a primal roar that startled the girl and rattled the medical instruments in the room.
Steadying himself, the Fox launched off the ground with inhuman speed and sunk his own fist into Sakura's face. Cartilage crumpled like newspaper. She went flying backwards into the same wall as before. He scrambled on all fours after her and pounced on top. The crook of her neck, he quickly found out, was the perfect spot to bury his face in and desperately sniff her scent. His cock twitched in anticipation.
Sakura groaned through her broken nose. This was bad. He was rogue after all. If she didn't end this quickly, it wouldn't be long before things spiraled out of her control. She swung a left hook at the figure above her, only to have her wrists pinned down.
"Naruto, stop!" she demanded. Maybe she could reach her old friend somehow. "Listen to me! I'm not your enemy! The demon fox is controlling you, but you can snap out of it if y- uungh!"
Her pleas were answered with a tongue to the face. A long lick, starting from her chin, brushing her rosy lips, lapping her bleeding nostrils, passing over her eyelids, and ending with a flourish off her forehead. She cringed and twisted her head as far from him as possible, which didn't help her when he moved to her throat. "Get...get the hell off of me!" she shouted with as much authority as she could muster.
The intoxicating strawberry scent filled the Fox's lungs as he nibbled her neck flesh, a pleasant distraction from her fussing.
"Can't you hear me?" Sakura insisted. "I said, get OFF me! GET OFF!"
Enough was enough. Sucking in her gut, Sakura brought her knees to her chest and kicked Naruto off as hard as she could. He grunted as he slammed into the operating table. There was barely enough time to scramble on all fours and head towards the door. Before she could reach the handle, a hand caught her by the ankle and dragged her back. Cold fingers dug into her scalp. The hard tile floor cracked when her forehead slammed into it. Again. And again. And again.
Head splitting and ears ringing, Sakura managed to careen a fist into his side. Ribs crumpled. His arm didn't slacken, but he stopped long enough for her to yank her hair free and roll them both over.
Soon they were tumbling all over the room. In their wake they left a mess of thuds, growls, scuffled limbs and clattered objects. She fought like a desperate prisoner dragged to the gallows. Her executioner only pulled harder. Raising her arms to block another savage kick, she cried out as the femurs fractured upon impact. With a snarl, the Fox tackled her back to the ground. Her body crumpled like a house of cards.
She squeezed as many short breaths in as her pained lungs allowed her. Hopped up on adrenaline, her mind was racing in search of her next move, but found nothing but bloodlust in her friend's face.
He paused to consider her red qipao top. It was a comfy sleeveless that complimented her figure. She looked nice wearing it. She looked even nicer with it ripped down the seams by his claws and tossed aside. Her delicate pink bra snapped off with even more ease. Goosebumps trailed down her bare, perky a-cup breasts when they met the cool air. Modest. Precious. Perfect.
Licking his lips like a starved wolf, the Fox chomped and sucked hard on a chunk of her left breast. His tongue swirled around the budding nipple until it perked up and hardened. The flesh stretched like elastic and relinquished with a wet pop when he went to devour the other tit.
Gasps escaped her as Sakura was forced to endure the molestation. His teeth stung where it pierced her skin, blotting out any stimulation from her nipples. He refused to budge from her violent thrashing. "I swear to god, I'll kill you! I'll pulverize you right through the floor you worthless fucking monster!"
The Fox spat out the wet breast and french kissed her again, clogging her throat to shut her up. He yelped when she bit into his tongue, pulled out, and spat in between her eyes. A shiver ran down his spine when she flinched from the glob. Even more enticing for him was the bitter glare that followed.
As Sakura opened her mouth to scream at him, he spat again, directly inside, and stood upright on his knees while she was busy gagging. One hand pinned both her wrists to the wall above her head, while the other hand yanked on a fistful of hair so she was face-level with his hairy crotch.
Sakura's yelp caught in her throat when Naruto's foot long penis grazed the side of her cheek. A masculine musk hung around it and clung to her lungs when she inhaled. It was beautiful...for which it was all the more frightening. It was clear now that conversation was no longer an option. The only thing left on her mind was an escape, by any means necessary. So, she sucked in as much air as she could before screaming at the top of her lungs. "HELP! THE NINE-TAILED FOX IS LOOSE! WE'RE IN THE RESTRICTED BASEMENT FLOOR! SOMEONE GET-glurffgh!"
The remainder of her sentence collided with six inches of dick rammed into her open mouth. The pungent musk nearly made her heave. Stretching her jaw as far as possible, she dug her teeth into the penis, only to wince from the sharp pain in her enamel. The red chakra had filled its pores when it erected, making the skin as impenetrable as steel.
"Hrkk…gglurrkgh!"
The Fox grunted under his breath as his monster dick slid down Sakura's throat. The shaking of her head in protest only encouraged him to go deeper. In one fell swoop, he sheathed eight inches inside the constriction. Her gagging was too violent go further.
The demon scrambled to a more accessible position, kneeling on one knee and one foot, and began to thrust. He slammed against her tonsils, bulging her throat with the half length of his pipe, before he went back to the tip and dove back in. Harsh, wet grunts were ripped from her as he fucked her orifice. Soon, his dick glistened with her warm spittle, splattering down her chin. Over and again, his testicles slapped her jaw.
Sakura's struggling escalated to seizure levels: clawing, kicking, twisting, and gnashing with the desperation of a cornered animal. Even she was forced to relent as the time crawled past. His growling and her gagging were the only noises in the room for the next twenty or so minutes.
Throughout the deepthroat, the musk from his genitals had swamped her airways. Thick, heavy, and savory, the stench clung to her nostrils and refused to let go even now. It slipped her into a dreamlike state, one that nudged her brain aside and encouraged her body to succumb to the abuse. To accept it.
Not on her life.
Finally, with one last yank of her hair, he crammed his member into her battered throat as deep as humanly possible, and then some. Her pink lips were smushed against his crotch, and her nose was buried in his pubic hair. He held her there, savoring the contours, even as her face grew red and her choking grew frantic.
Just as her eyes rolled towards the back of her head, he pulled out. A froth of spit slipped past her lips and clung to his dick. Sakura spluttered on the air for which her lungs had been starved. The ordeal left her vision swimming; the throb in her throat and her scalp didn't help her either.
She peered up at the domineering figure above her. Tears began to streak down her cheeks. "Please, Naruto," she pleaded, her trembling arms a shield over her chest. "Please. Stop this. I'm begging you. You can go free, I won't stop you, I swear. Just pplease no more…."
At first, the blank expression on the Fox's face gave her a glimmer of hope. A hope that was dashed with a hard slap to the face. She gasped, but forgot about it when he pulled her legs apart. "No, stop! STOP! DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!" she demanded. The throat fucking had left her voice hoarse and unlikely to attract attention.
The Fox pried her thighs for his ultimate goal. The sweat of sex hit him when he leaned his head in and eagerly pressed his nose to her vagina. It was soft as sin, as pink as her hair, and glistening with a wetness that made his own mouth water. He warded off her swats and shoves as his tongue slithered out to lap the outer folds. When he peeled back the hood of her pearly clitoris and munched down, a loud shriek and a hammer to the skull followed.
Snarling, he snatched the kunoichi by the waist and roughly flipped her face-down, her arms pinned underneath her. With one hand he spread her asscheeks apart. Something familiar rustled in his soul...something that said he'd wanted this his entire life. The sight of her bent-over pussy was like a faraway dream brought to life. That it took a nightmare to bring it to him meant nothing. His dangling penis ached for release, nuts heavy with sperm, and he had no delusions of waiting any longer.
Raising his hips, he lined up his member with the slit of flesh and pierced it with a single thrust. The insides were buttery smooth from the natural lube and squeezed him tight like a long-lost lover. Even compared to her mouth, the warmth here was heavenly.
Soon, he was pistoning full force, his groin slapping against her and sending ripples through the flesh. The free hand hugged Sakura's waist as close to him as possible. The Fox let out a triumphant roar as he smashed against her womb, testosterone pulsing through his veins. This was his method of expertise. He hit the ground running.
"No more…ggod, no more…" Sakura sobbed. There was no choice but to face reality. Her wings had been clipped. She was in free fall. Each pound of the hips was a slam against the rocks.
Rape.
It was such a strong word as a young girl. Beatings, tortures, murders…none evoked the same dread. It was silly. Illogical. If she as a ninja could survive real monsters and professional killers, what else was there to fear? However, as she grew up, the suspicion had persisted that somehow it was different, something her lessons could never prepare her for.
Now, with her breasts and stomach pressed against the cold floor, she realized she was right.
The pain of her tender parts ripped through like tissue paper. The despair pounding with each heartbeat. The shame of her violated privacy. Worst of all, the hint of pleasure that tingled from her pussy in betrayal of its owner. Just as she belted out another blood-curdling shriek, Naruto's hand left her back and clamped over her mouth to muffle it. This was real. This was rape. This was hell.
The Fox's continued to pillage her cunt with reckless abandon. Her vagina was his new home. Merely two-thirds of his horse cock to filled her up, a bulge pushing up near her stomach when it was inside. He switched up his pace in favor of slow, strong thrusts. Each impact urged a jaw-clenched whimper past her lips.
Arousal boiled in his testicles. He yearned for release. As he raced towards it, beads of sweat dripped down his bare skin, as well as hers, until their entwined bodies had a glistening sheen. It didn't take long for the room to be filled with the scent of sex.
The clock on the wall had been ticking away, oblivious to the events below. Tick tock. Tick tock. Minute. After minute. After minute. Through the hour.
The onslaught may as well have been an eternity for Sakura. Her muscles screamed for peace, like an oasis-hunter in an endless desert. Nothing but her tears consoled her.
At one point, between fits of crying, she had noticed a lone pebble lying on the ground inches from her face. If she focused hard enough, it was as if she was just an idle bystander. Ignore the pain, the gaping hole in your dignity. The pebble is your world. At least, until that too was swallowed up.
It caught her by surprise. She squealed breathlessly as the strongest orgasm of her life ripped through her, quivering from head to toe, pulse after pulse pounded out by his cock. The swamp of his musk emptied her mind, and all she knew was bliss. It was a brief reprieve. Then, shame took its place. Why couldn't her disgusting body understand she was hurting?
The pebble was nothing. Time crept on.
Sakura had grown limp. The Fox had kept strong on his marathon. His knees were raw from the tile floor and his fingers trembled from digging into her flesh. He didn't care. The release was all that mattered. As his scrotum tightened up, unable to hold back any longer, emotion stirred him. He longed to see the girl's face. See her as he claimed her.
When his claws retracted from out of her and rolled her over to her back, she had no energy to fight back. Her eyes were distant and reddened. Every inch of her ached. Naruto gripped her hips and renewed his thrusting. No more tears, only grunts and gasps. Her tits flounced in time with the sex.
Suddenly, his fingers wrapped around her throat, forcing her to look up at him. His musculature was soaked with sweat, his hair was messy, and the ice in his eyes chilled her to the bone.
Sakura groaned and tossed her head back when the semen began flooding in. His hips moved faster and faster. A sprint to the finish line. Wave after wave pumped into her, filling every nook and cranny, until the walls began to bulge from the sheer amount. The hot stickiness spilled out in excess down her legs and onto the floor. With a sinking in her stomach, it hit her that his dick hadn't softened. Once wasn't enough. He needed more.
Her shallow breath was cut off by Naruto's lips smashing against hers, the chokehold refusing to slacken. He sloshed his tongue around her teeth and gums. She laid there and let him. Darkness grew from of the corner of her vision. She took the escape without complaint. One last groan rattled in their locked mouths before she closed her eyes.
Strings of spit lingered as the Fox parted from the kiss. His cock remained inside her, marinating in his own semen. The walls had slackened. For the first time, Sakura was completely and utterly relaxed in his presence, limbs splayed on the floor and chest rising and falling in sleep. A smirk tugged his canines free.
He had won.
Now for the victory laps.
The nurse's heels clicked as she walked through the hospital hallways. It was seven in the evening, and she had just switched with the night shift for the day. While she had smiled politely and said goodbye to her peers and patients (one of them joking he'd prefer she'd spend the night with him), she was impatient to leave.
Just a week ago, a new restaurant called Teppanyaki Nuki had finally opened downtown. They were known countrywide for their show-off cooking style for their meat dishes: nimble chefs, flying ingredients, pillars of fire…it was supposedly just as much a performance as it was a dinner. They were all the rage these days, and when reservations finally opened for business, she had to jump on the chance. Her outfit was laid out at home and everything. Hopefully her friends weren't waiting on her….
Descending the stairwell, the nurse hit the ground floor and, after a check for onlookers, slipped into a tucked away doorway. It was a shortcut that passed through surgical rooms normally banned for regular staff. Her steps echoed in the stone corridor as she past sealed door after sealed door.
The thought of spinning plates and succulent roasts vanished, however, when she noticed a peculiar noise down a hallway to her left. She stood still. It sounded vaguely human.
Common sense told her to move on with her night, while curiosity asked why a restricted operating room would be open this late. Was it her business? No. But like everyone else, she couldn't help but be curious over what secret experiments officials up high could be up to behind closed doors.
Biting down on her lower lip, she slowly made her way towards the far end. The noise grew louder as she went. Slaps. Growls. Dread settled in her belly, and it took some self-restraint to keep her imagination from running wild. Wall-mounted lamps offered their dim light.
She stopped again at the entrance of the room. Now there were heavy breaths and wet slurps. Was it…eating? Swallowing the lump in her throat, she shook her head and pressed her ear against the cold metal door.
The slurping continued for a bit. Then, silence.
The nurse stood there with bated breath, her feet bolted to the ground. Suddenly, she heard a swooping sound, followed by a loud slam inches where her head was. She shrieked, stumbled backwards, and collapsed on the musty floor.
Before she had time to gather herself, a second bang succeeded the first and the door burst open. A nauseating smell wandered into her nose and watered the corners of her eyes. Someone walked out. Its footsteps were silent.
It was a blond boy, probably a teenager. He was nude from head to toe, the musculature obvious even in the faint light, limp penis dangling between his legs. Thick white splotched his body, and blood caked over his kneecaps. His slitted pupils glowed with an intensity that evaporated all but her most primal emotions, and left her feeling more naked than he was. Her chest heaved as he stared her down, not trusting herself to speak. The boy's lips parted.
"Tell no one."
There was something about his voice. It had a steel that demanded obedience, and a smoothness underneath that encouraged the right choice. Sweat trickled down the nurse's forehead. She nodded. Another silence followed.
Then, the creature slinked back into the dark room, bent over a slumped figure, and dragged it out by the wrists. A flash of pink curdled her stomach. It was Sakura Haruno, the star pupil of the Hokage. The girl's head lolled to the side, eyes closed. Scratch marks and bruises ran up and down her flesh. That is, from what little she could see underneath the thick white. Semen clumped up her hair, bubbled in her mouth, glazed her whole body, and spilled from her groin in a sloppy trail behind her.
The boy moved past the nurse without a second glance. He went down the hallway, around a corner, and out of sight. The dragging sound faded with him. It took a while before she mustered up the courage to move.
Trembling, she pushed herself to her feet and leaned against the wall, both hands over her mouth. She should tell Tsunade. She had to. It was her duty as a medical professional and a human being. However, try as she may, those slits wouldn't leave her be. Even now they were watching her. Waiting for an answer.
Tell no one.
The nurse pushed off the wall with another gulp. One foot stepped in front of the other, until she was walking at a normal pace. Her eyes darted about as she pushed past the exit.
The cold night air gave her goosebumps.
Teppanyaki Nuki's warmth awaited her.