A/N: Remember you can always find me and see even more of my content, and see it earlier than anywhere else, over by a certain site that rhymes with Rate On, or a site known for its rather questionable questing practices, under the same name, or at the blue bird place, NOTTHISWAYQQ~
While ninja had all sorts of cool, powerful and wacky abilities, just because they could do stuff like walk on water, breathe fire and stab you really hard with farming implements, didn't mean they didn't need to do all sorts of other stuff that didn't in any way involve application of chakra.
That was why the academy had such a large curriculum. Not just in terms of general subject knowledge, stuff like maths and geography was a given, they needed to be able to make calculations and read maps, and both of those subjects went very deep, given how much ninja needed to be able to discern immediately by pure deduction based on available information. For one Sakura in particular, she found herself thriving in those subjects, as she had an excellent memory, and the forehead that was frequently mocked by assholes hid a brain just as large behind it, allowing her the intelligence required to excel in the academy's deskwork subjects.
Ninja also had to study a lot of law, in order to always know how to interpret not just Konoha's own rules, regulations, guidelines and laws, but also those of other ninja villages and even the countries that surrounded them. Ninja obeying law was a bit of an oxymoron, but Sakura had found that knowing how to exploit and take advantage of laws and rules was an incredibly important thing, and it was in many ways one of the greatest advantage ninja education had.
In this, too, Sakura performed really well.
Unfortunately, when it came to the more physical subjects...
Well, she wasn't the most athletic of people. Sure, she was vastly ahead of anyone who had not received ninja training, and even though she had not yet graduated to become a genin, academy students in their final year were, as a baseline, stronger, faster and more durable than fully grown adult men who hadn't been trained in the use of chakra. Unfortunately, among her fellow ninja hopefuls, she was horribly unimpressive. Not even average, but below average. She was among the slowest in class, only barely edging ahead of the slothful Shikamaru and overweight Chouji. She was also among the physically weakest, only ahead of the dead last in this category, and even then, she was certain the only reason Naruto was ranked under her in terms of physical strength was because he'd been playing hooky when the rankings were determined.
And today was a day of pure physical classes, the worst sort of day for her.
In particular, a skill that she had to admit was likely to be invaluable for the future of their careers, because no matter how awesome you are, how cool your ninja techniques are, and how many mountains you can vaporize with a single breath... if you could be killed by being thrown into a slightly too deep pond, then you were just as good as nothing.
So they had to learn how to swim. And swim well.
Sakura could swim, certainly, this wasn't their first lesson on the topic. But she was slow, she was weak, and she wasn't fond of water. She hated getting her hair wet, hated how it made her look, hated the fact that swimming classes were so different than anything she had expected.
First, the main problem was the fact that unlike almost every other class, they were expected to change before and after it. It made sense - wet clothes would be annoying to wear for a lengthy period of time. But it bothered Sakura that the ninja academy only had one locker-slash-dressing room. Not gender divided. Not separated. Both boys and girls poured into the room, most of them not even bothered.
Sure, it provided a fantastic opportunity to ogle at Sasuke, one that Sakura and most of the girls in class shamelessly took, but on the other hand, it meant that the boys in class could in turn ogle at them. The irony or hypocrisy in this escaped her at that time.
Even worse was that Sakura didn't even get the opportunity to at least get an eyeful of sexy Uchiha body! Instead, because she needed to ask a question to the teacher after class, she showed up to the dressing room late, when everyone else was gone. At least she wouldn't have to change in front of everyone.
With a bit of a frown, Sakura pushed open the door to the room, grumbling a little about the missed opportunity, though when she walked in, she was left speechless. Her arm and hand moved without brain input, and she pointed her finger, jaw hanging, as she tried to form words and failed. Finally, she slapped her cheeks, rubbed at her eyes, and accepted what she saw. "Is- is that-"
It was Naruto, the class clown, the annoying, loudmouthed, obnoxious and overly excitable stalker that kept trying to get her to go on a date with him despite her having made her distaste for him clear numerous times.
But most important of all, Naruto was... was...
"Is that my swimsuit!?" Sakura asked, not entirely certain what in blazes she was feeling. It was a strange, disturbing, weird feeling, something that she hated, but she didn't know why, and she didn't know how, and she didn't know anything, just roving her eyes up and down the image presented to her.
The image of the blond - had he always been this slim and... pretty? - still in mid-pose, blowing a kiss at a hand mirror, still looking shocked, still wearing a skintight blue swimsuit.
Sakura finally realized what she was feeling. She was feeling offended. "How dare you!?" she growled, low. "How dare you look better in my swimsuit than I do!?"
Indeed, what in the name of every ninja discipline was this bullshit!? Sakura had spent a decade of her life, since she joined the academy at six, training, working out, improving herself, trying to reach the same heights as her teammates with half the help, trying to perfect her body and make it both strong and feminine, becoming the woman she believed her crush wanted... she used beauty treatments, creams, ointments, salves, lotions - everything under the sun and further beyond, and yet, and yet...
Naruto's skin had a healthy tan, and it was completely free of any sort of blemish, impeccable, smooth, flawless. From the tips of his perfectly shaped toes, all the way up his slim calves, into his slightly wider than usual hips and the soft looking thighs that weren't quite as muscular as she might have expected... his butt was bigger, too. Sakura had never expected it, but he did wear baggy pants almost exclusively, and a baggy jacket that hid his torso. He was surprisingly thin and nowhere near as manly as she expected, but...
As he turned to her, she swallowed - there was no denying he was a man. Not with the bulge of his erect cock, reaching nearly up to his belly button, marked on the swimsuit, like he had shoved some sort of rod, maybe a rolling pin even, it was so damn large and impressive.
The lump didn't fully go down, and Sakura could only stare at the distracting weapon of mass seduction the class clown packed.
"E-eeer, Sa-sakura, this isn't what it looks like!" he shouted. "This- this is for, for a prank, right! Not for any perverted reasons or-"
Sakura lifted her eyes, jade green meeting sapphire blue. She focused, eyes narrowing, and willed him to shut up.
Because she was absolutely not wasting this opportunity. What she was looking at had awakened something in Sakura. Something that had been deep and dormant for years, since the last time she had needed to comfort herself. Something primal.
Something delightfully, perversely evil, that she had sealed off within her mind a long, long time ago.
And it awakened with a vengeance, completely blasting open the floodgate and letting the truth of everything that was Sakura, the innermost desires that made up her being, out into the open.
Sakura walked into Naruto's face, and he winced, clearly expecting to get hit.
She pushed him back, his back slamming against the lockers and making them rattle. "You can't go outside looking like that," she said, licking her lips, hungrily staring at the massive male part, the only manly part in the surprisingly effeminate body of the boy she had rejected so often before. Panting already, salivating, Sakura abused the fact that the swimsuit's crotch and torso were not actually a single piece, and in fact, the school swimsuit actually could have its crotch pulled down slightly, leaving a tantalizing strip of skin visible.
On a girl, this wouldn't amount to much. On Naruto, however, this was just about at the right spot for Sakura to be able to pull his thick, throbbing, manly shaft from its containment, the sheer lewd energy radiating from it feeling stronger than any demonstration of chakra she'd ever seen.
She grinned, eyes opened wide.
"Uhm, Sakura, what's-"
"Shush," Sakura commanded. "I'll make it go down so you can go outside," she said, pulling the shaft out and holding it in front of her face, beginning to stroke it softly. Kunoichi classes were coming in handy, even if she'd never expected to use them like this.
The boy moaned, girlishly, his high pitched voice somehow sending rolling bolts of pleasure down Sakura's body, congregating at her crotch.
"That's it, just lean back and let me do all the work," she praised, "let your voice out, let me hear your moans," she said, "moan more, more!"
The boy did as commanded, at this point hardly requiring instruction to voice his pleasure. Delighting in the reactions he made to just her stroking, Sakura resisted the urge to swallow her saliva, and instead, opened her mouth and took the ridiculously large, dark red mushroom-like tip of Naruto's penis. Its taste was terribly strong, but far from the worst situation that her training had prepared her for. Naruto washed regularly thankfully.
As her tongue began lapping at the slit, Naruto's juices began to flow, the precum stinging her tongue, overwriting her sense of taste. Spicy, with a hint of an indescribable flavor that had her wanting more. Stroking half of it now, very intensely, gripping him with undue strength, Sakura began to bob her head back and forth, hoping to coax more wonderful moans and tasty juice from the blond.
And both she got, and she got them in spades, as Naruto, encouraged by Sakura's blowjob, simply let himself go, and moaned wantonly, like a whore in heat. Sakura felt each of those moans head directly to her pussy, going deep within and stimulating her better than any of her fingers ever could, not that her free hand wasn't shoved into her spats, below her panties, already teasing at her wet cunny.
Their pleasure mounting, both of them found themselves quickly reaching the boiling point, as their lusts overflowed and Naruto broke first, crying out, "something's coming!" as he vainly tried to thrust his hips forward, unable to move much in Sakura's strong grip, and Sakura almost felt, more than saw, Naruto's balls retract, even as they distorted the crotch of the swimsuit.
The absolute torrent of cum that erupted from his cock caught her by surprise, causing her to almost choke, forcing her to swallow very quickly, lest they make a mess and be discovered. Not wanting that to happen, Sakura drank, and drank, and then drank some more, swallowing so much cum that she felt absolutely stuffed, far more so than she ever had before, probably the single richest meal she'd ever consumed. As she finally extracted the last helping of cum from Naruto's urethra, Sakura realized that she had cum in her pants, the force of her orgasm leaving her with weak legs.
She landed on her butt, breathing heavily, trying to recover herself.
Naruto himself slid down, until he too, sat on the ground, panting. "That, Sakura, that was amazing," he said, half moaning, half talking.
Sakura giggled, a bit drunkenly. it really was. She licked at her lips, and collected the remains of cum that had been left in her mouth, savouring the indescribable flavor, that she could only recognize as unmistakably Naruto.
Now feeling quite a bit more mellow, she hummed.
"So... why were you wearing my swimsuit anyway?" she asked, idly.
Naruto's face, red from exertion and probably embarrassment, turned aside. "I... I lost a bet with Kiba," he admitted. "I, uhm, had to steal a girl's swimsuit and wear it for the rest of the day..."
Sakura had... ideas, of why Kiba wanted to see Naruto in a girl's swimsuit. She hated to admit the dog user had ridiculously good taste - Naruto looked positively divine wearing that swimsuit.
"Okay, fine, you can wear it," Sakura said. "But!" she said, raising her finger. "You'll come to my home after school today. I've got a few other outfits I want to see you try on..."
And if Sakura finally found an use for all that lingerie that she bought for her 'wedding night with Sasuke', well... that was her business. And Naruto's. But mostly hers.
The blond looked a bit concerned, but also incredibly interested. Sakura was already looking forward to it, and her pussy was already tingling at the thought.