He awoke slowly, mind still fuzzy. The night had been a blur, and much as he'd tried to limit it, the fact was that there was but one guy to help 3 ravenous girls have a fun time. The sun lit the warm bed as it filtered through the partly closed blinds. Yakumo and Ido lay on either side, and he figured Uroko had gotten up before them. She always rose early, sometimes he wished he could do it too. Resting his head on the pillow for a few moments, he propped himself up. His penis hung loose, causing him to smile.

Morning wood was a frequent side effect of getting up after sex. While it also happened back when he resorted to masturbation, the boners always were more menacing after a night of fun. Yet today, even his penis was spent.

We must have fucked a little too much.

He rose gingerly, making sure he didn't disturb their peaceful sleep. He was proud of Yakumo (and of Ido), resorting therefore to let her get her rest whenever she could. Medics had it hard too. Spotting his underwear beneath the sheets, alongside Ido's bra, he slipped it on before heading to the lav to freshen up. Today was a big day.

All ninja have an identification card, that reflects statistics, and above all, class. Rank and prestige amounted much to any shinobi, and the one thing that could change that which was written on the card was a fitness test.

Contrary to usual fitness tests which were conducted regularly, shinobi fitness tests were conducted through different stages, and with varying frequency. Genin had but one fitness test to be able to compete in the Chunin exams. Chunin had 3 tests they had to go through, each set parated by a year and half, and based on those test results, one could attempt the highest ranking - that of Jonin. Jonin had it tougher - a test every 2 years until death or retirement.

Today was Naruto's last Chunin fitness test. He wasn't technically a Chunin, but that didn't prevent the village from allowing him to apply for Jonin as soon as he could finish those tests. It meant that he had to be on top of his game today. But it also meant that he had to prepare for that final hurdle, something he knew he could barely take lightly.

As he shaved the foam off his jaw, he felt thankful that his dick had been pumped so hard yesterday. With no chance of getting horny, he knew he could focus on training fully.

"Alright remember, don't try to use only Wind style." Uroko shouted at him. He flashed a thumbs-up at her. Closing his eyes, he focused his chakra on his surroundings. Sure enough, within a moment, he could approximately guess where she was, and judging from her signature, tell if she were molding chakra.

"Here I come!" she shouted. He nodded. The slight change in the frequency of sounds indicated a projectile. Shuriken? Grabbing his kunai, he jumped back to safety, precisely striking one of them while the other whizzed past him.

"Nice," he opened his eyes, dodging her punch as he heard her say it. They thrust kunai against kunai, before shooting back. Noting her tiger seal, he prepared his attack just in time to see the fireball hurtling toward him.

"Water Style - Water Wall!"

A billow of steam shot past him, as he strained his eyes to make out the multiple shuriken flying toward him. However this time he didn't flinch. Sure enough, they faded into him, replaced by a sudden wave of her leg, which he effortlessly held.

"Not bad," she managed to shout before bringing the kunai down on him, eyes darting up to see the real one shield the sun, Rasengan in hand. The clone vaporized as he pinned her down, allowing the Rasengan to disappear.

"Damn, you've gotten good."

She grabbed his hand and climbed up.

"Alright, shall we continue?" he asked.

"No, we won't. You've been training really hard already, don't push it."

"Well maybe," he scratched his head, "but we can always continue."

"You've done target practice, taijutsu, practiced your Water and Earth style jutsus, and even reached Sage Mode in record time. Not to mention 2 sparring sessions - it's enough for your fitness test."

He panted. "Yeah, I guess... I'm pretty beat so I think I'll stop."

She hugged him. "I'll be proud of you when you become a Jonin." He smiled and returned the hug.

"Well, that's all kid" she pulled away "though I think you need to rush."

"I can go back home and have a brea-"

"Gosh, do you know the time?"

"Yeah, it's 10:30, I'm needed there by 1 o'clock."

She stared at him pitifully.

"Damn it Naruto, you're expected to be punctual."

"What, it's at 1 o'clock."

"It's at 11 o'clock, you misread it."

Naruto bolted straight ahead, ignoring her jeering laughter and knowing that rest could wait. He also made a personal note to remind himself to pray at Ebisu's shrine - if it hadn't been for his mom persuading that she join him for training, he might have had to wait another year for that crest.

Amaru had entered Tsunade's office, forlorn and decrepit, the truth weighing down on her heart.

Shinno was...using me.

An anonymous tip suggesting her sensei's association with the Land of Sky had resulted in an investigation which revealed much about his dark side. He was a plotter, instigating against the Land of Fire and harboring emotions of hatred in her. Those negative feelings he'd introduced in her had fueled the dark chakra of the Zero Tails in her, and Shinno had attempted to use that powerful chakra to decimate their land and gain power.

She reminisced his words, thinking about how shortsighted they were. "The village hated you, but I saved you...the land of sky wants to bring us down...use your powers for hating those who oppress...", she knew now what they aimed at. Come to think about it, all those times she'd gone berserk and lost her mind, Shinno had been around, only to nurse her back effortlessly - like a lab rat, she was made to go through tests of endurance all those times.

Had she known somehow? Was it as surprising as she'd feared it may have been? That pressing doubt always lingered, as to why her sensei seemed to dodge some questions, how he'd be aloof and silent for days at a length following one of her episodes, even how he'd disappear for "meetings". And how he'd speak unabashed and vilely about the country, how they mistreated her.

The Zero Tails wasn't the best tailed beast to have, because of its effects on the Jinchuriki. The negative emotions fired the beast's own chakra, and in return, more hatred flooded the user. Her uncontrolled bursts where but an extreme condition, due to continuous accumulation of darkness, courtesy of the demon in her. The power it weld therefore, despite giving her prowess and skill at medical ninjutsu and sealing techniques, was a sharper thorn in its user's side.

And Shinno knew that, fully, yet he subjected me to that brainwashing, despite knowing that it hurt me everytime it went wild.

What was even more shocking, however, was what she'd heard in addition to the ANBU's arrest of her erstwhile mentor. The DNA test was conclusive - she was an Uzumaki, a second generation clan member linked back to her grandmother, one of a few Uzumaki who'd sought refuge in the Cloud Village. What that meant was she was one of a few, a few who shared history with the famed blood of the redheads.

It also meant, as she'd been informed, that she was the only other Uzumaki in the village other than Naruto.

Knowing that made her heart flutter, and somehow, the burden of knowing Shinno's deception felt lighter. The boy whom she'd admired was someone so close to her. In fact, they were from the same clan.

She blushed, thinking about how far ahead she'd thought. They'd never actually let them marry just for the sake of a clan.

She glanced at her register finally, for the first time that day. A checklist of all her duties for that day. Scrawled in top, with red ink, a Chunin-level medical examination.

She gasped as she saw who the ninja was. Naruto Uzumaki.

"Good luck on your examination." the cheery nurse smiled brightly as she entered. Naruto was panting from all the training and the brisk run to make it on time.

"Th-anks, am I late?"

"No, just on time. I won't be the one who'll be officiating, though." she moved briskly to him, extracting a sterilized syringe from a pack. She opened a cupboard, searching its contents as she stood on her heels.

"You're - injecting?" his childhood dread of needles hadn't lessened, despite him gaining much strength.

The nurse smiled again, as she got a small vial. "It's part of a new system they've implemented for testing ninja. You'll have a preliminary test now, then an intensive physical later today."

"And that injection..?" he glanced the vial uneasily.

"It's for making sure you're relaxed and calm. We've had abnormal rates before because of ninja training before the thing, as I can tell you've done.."

He remained silent, as he allowed her to moisten his forearm's fold, as she probed the area for a pulse. Satisfied, she slid the needle in, before inserting its contents in his bloodstream. It was a slight prick, yet he winced.

"Nothing to worry, it's just a glucose injection infused with a relaxant, it'll keep you energized while calming you."

He didn't feel any safer as she placed a bandage on his arm.

"Medic Amaru will be here in a few minutes, don't worry." she tossed the now empty vial in the bin, before striding out.

The effects of the drug felt quite surprisingly abrupt. A flood of warmth coursed through his body, as he felt himself shaking his leg, and sweat. He was surprised to find himself salivating, his head throbbing as he frowned as he felt his penis struggle against his pants.

The nurse had told him he'd be relaxed. Right now, he was hyperventilating and had a skyrocketing erection. Something told him things weren't normal.

All of a sudden, the door was opened by the medic, Amaru. Immediately, his eyes darted to her, as he dumbly stared at her. She was pretty, and had long brown-red hair. She said something to him, while keeping her dossier on the bureau. As he felt his heart hammer away from within his chest, his eyes narrowed down to her lithe form.

The ass. It was larger than anything he'd seen. As she took some tools from a medical cabinet, facing away from him, he was accorded a beautiful view of her buttocks. That butt became everything in his focus. He was surprised to find his boner visibly lift the fabric of his pants, but he couldn't draw his eyes, his thoughts off that.

She was fine. He'd often complimented girls that looked beautiful, but this time, the statement was distastefully erotic.

"Alright," her voice rang out amid his delirium, as she turned around. His eyes were slow to meet hers. "I'll be measuring your pulse," she gestured with her left hand which clutched her stethoscope as she lifted the stopwatch using her other hand. Fitting the ends in her ears, she slipped his sleeve back before placing the pad on his wrist.

Her touch against his skin felt electrifying, like a thousand emotions exploded at once. The feel of her stethoscope's coolness against his burning skin made him sigh.

Amaru knew something was going on. Unfortunately, Naruto had not an inkling why this complete stranger had gotten his dick more upright than the threesome back home.

Tell-tale signs of delirium were increased breath, dilation of pupils and loss of focus. Naruto seemed like he was suffering from all three of those. As she listened intently, she was surprised that his pulse was mindlessly quick. She knew this wasn't because of training, for the nurse had informed her she'd prepared him.

And then there was the boner. Her eyes diverted off the ticking watch to look at his crotch, as he rested his head back. Sure, she didn't really dress "like a celibate" - her ass was so huge, she couldn't quite afford too many panties for they had to be custom tailored for her. As for the coat, which loosely fit against her sublime form, she decided to play along with every man's wishes.

That her idol was having a boner thanks to her was a realization she didn't mind. However she was conducting a preliminary medical examination. The symptoms indicated increased testosterone levels, possibly a side effect of stress, sexual stress. But there were other possibilities.

The beep of the timer brought her back. The count was 200, an emergency if anything. His dick was, however, an uneasy reassurance that though he'd lost his mind, his heart was doing fine.

As she went back to the table, writing the entry into her table, a frightening new possibility arose in her mind.

He felt himself impulsively rise. Maybe it was to make sure his dick wouldn't unceremoniously pop out of his gaping underwear. Or maybe, it was to do the unthinkable.

His mind saw but 2 things. Her ass. His penis. All else became void. He may have heard reason out before doing something as crazy 5 seconds ago. Yet now, as she wrote her things down, that ass placed before him reverently, he felt like the widow's dog from Chekhov's Vendetta.

Amaru considered the possibility. An aphrodisiac would explain everything, and the average dose of the syringes, 2 mL, could usually increase one's fire by a large measure. A casual glance brought the bin to focus. She could've sworn she'd seen the orange label on the empty vial. Recreational drug.

Of course, she couldn't look further, or analyze the vial, because at precisely that moment, 2 strong hands gripped her ass tightly. The hungry fingers lifted the maxi with hideous alacrity.

"H-Hey!" she shouted, as she felt herself get pushed by a force she knew she couldn't oppose. Pants fell to the ground, as she caught a glimpse of his bloodshot eyes gaze upon his prize next to his throbbing penis.

"S-sorryy..." he panted inaudibly, as he pressed his rod against her.

It made sense now. That orange vial could only have been used now, since he was the first that day to require an injection in that room. But the amount of passion, the tension in the air, his crazy actions - it most likely may have become an overdose.

Her panties seemed to provide more traction than was required, and he didn't bother removing it as he ground her dick against her crevice. The thrusts became faster, as she felt his inches pummel her, without once entering her. It was extreme, unexpected, and she was relieved to know he was clueless.

It took a few more thrusts, banging against the metal containers on the table, for him to draw her chunks closer. The tightness of her ass did the trick. His livid penis spluttered out an unexpectedly large swathe of semen on her butt. She felt the gooey liquid lazily slide down her buttocks, and his hands leave her, as he bowed down, holding his forehead.

An awkward eternity later, by which he'd scrambled his pants up, as she looked around for some tissues.

"I'm s-sorry, I don't know what I just did.." he looked at her apologetically. As she wiped her butt clean, she didn't know what to expect anymore. But she bent below to pick the vial up from the bin, empty but for a few contents.

"This vial," she spoke as if nothing had happened, maybe with a little blush for she was still visibly surprised, "was this given to you?"

"Yeah, that one.." Naruto was surprised she hadn't screamed at him. "I was told that would relax me, but all of a sudden I felt hot and crazy, I didn't even see anything properly, and -"

"This is," she read the label, "an aphrodisiac."

"A what?"

"Aphrodisiac, stuff that people use to boost their sex drives. This dose is actually only 0.5 mL, which means she had injected a lot more than is usually warranted."

"B-But, I didn't nee-"

"No, it was a mistake, or sabotage." her eyebrows narrowed.

"But you see, it wasn't my fault or anything."

She smiled reassuringly at him. Already he'd been imagining the possibilities of what would happen if Amaru were to blame him for assault. Yakumo would kill him, and Uroko might as well disown him. Not to mention, they'd be so ashamed in him - what would he do then.

Amaru's smile, however, was about as relieving as water in an endless desert.

"It isn't, don't concern yourself about that. I knew there was something fishy when I recorded your pulse, and figured something was terribly wrong. Besides," she turned around to place the vial on the desk. "I know you well enough to understand you wouldn't hump someone out of the blue."

Naruto grinned. "Thanks, I'm sorry once again."

"But you see," she turned around, her smile now more confident and a little less comforting, "I'd like that you do it willingly."

If getting an aphrodisiac-induced assjob that a complete stranger actually agreed to wasn't weird enough, her statement definitely was.

"Huh?"

Amaru could not have thought of any instance in her life previously, wherein she were so confident. Was it the suddenness of being humped (it was only an assjob, however) that had made her a little wilder than usual? Or was it the prospect of knowing that an intimate closeness with Naruto was inevitable given their genes?

Whatever the reason, she knew she had to use this moment to the fullest. She leaned back against the table.

"The effects of the aphrodisiac won't fade so soon, since she gave quite the dose to you. Your dick is still hard," she pointed at his crotch, "and that was a sloppy assjob, if anything."

He nodded, stunned.

"You can," she blushed, "do another."

And so he went at it again, this time with her acknowledgement. She let him clasp her arms from behind, folding them together as he gasped throatily, his member rubbing against the soft fabric of her panties, cushioned by two chunks of pure muscle. He left her forearms, fingers caving into the crevice within her butt and giving enough room for him to continue sliding over it.

He felt maddened to leave it at simply an assjob, but the compensation was rewarding. It seemed much better than anal - and he didn't dare to think how it'd be like to fuck her in the anus.

"Coming!" he clenched her butt, moaning as his shunts terminated in a thrilling end, his lively penis shooting semen on her coat once more.

He looked at her as she brushed a few wisps of hair, and she looked back. Both, no doubt enjoying this, were quite flushed.

"Damn, that's - an amazing butt." he pointed out, thinking it sounded stupid. She looked up at the clock. 12:10.

"I've got to go for lunch now, -" she spoke.

"-and I've got to tag along if I want my certificate." he continued, knowingly. She smiled at him. Sex aside, he seemed to symbolize hope for her broken life and distraught mind. And she wasn't going to let the opportunity to be close to him slide.

Over cafeteria snacks and 2 steaming cups of tea, they talked for an hour or so. She spoke as though they'd only just met, acting as though absolutely nothing extraordinary had happened. He was thankful for that, for he'd have hated to think about their quickie all the time while they ate - already he wondered if it were "alright" to have sex with someone else, though he wasn't technically dating anyone.

But their conversation had taken a personal turn, and eventually, he felt attracted to this trainee medic who he knew not, just because of the way her childhood sucked, much like his.

"I believed in Shinno, he was the only person who took care of me." she sounded more surprised than agitated. "And then, the ANBU investigated some tip, and arrested him for colluding against the country."

"So this guy, he was your sensei?"

"Yes, my mentor. He taught me the basics of medical ninjutsu, and was my accompanying teacher here at the conference."

"You know, maybe it's a good thing." he looked out the window, as she stared at him quizzically.

"This guy most likely was going after the Zero Tails, and the quicker he was nabbed, the safer it would have been for you."

"But what about the trust? I loved him!"

"That makes you stronger." his blue eyes focused on hers. "Nothing strengthens a person more than pain."

She lost herself in his gaze. It was the look of a person who'd endured much more than she had, a person who could fully understand her pain. And for the first time, a piece of advice actually struck her with immense acuity. This was what her heart had been needing all this time, and who better to help her than him, someone whose first introduction to her was an inebriated assjob.

Though, sarcasm aside, he really was someone she could trust.

"When your trust is broken, your mind becomes more rigid, and your trust becomes more precious. Ordinary people won't be able to sway you and gain your trust with mere words. I mean to say that you won't ever be hurt by betrayal as easily as you have now."

Yet somehow, despite only knowing him so long, she could trust him. She felt it somehow, as though her heart wanted her to believe, to trust him.

"By the way, where's the next examination?"

She was brought back from her thoughts, and quickly answered, "Konoha Shinobi Recreational Center.."

"Ah, that place has got a bunch of new equipment."

She smiled before biting her sandwich. The equipment would be, if touched, only minimally.

"You're good, we're done with this one."

He nodded, jumping off the leg curl. He stretched his arms, before looking at her checklist. It had a few boxes at the sides, where she wrote his stats.

"So, how'd I do?" he inquired.

"It's pretty good, you're physically fit for the most part."

"That's nice, well, anything remaining?"

She fixed him with a sultry stare. "We do have a stamina test left."

He chuckled.

The white coat was unceremoniously dumped on the leg press. His shirt followed on the floor. They kissed restlessly, as if the kiss were severely inhibiting them. She clutched his head, pressing closer as he gratefully rubbed her ass, slapping them tightly before he pressed them.

The outpouring of emotions had led to many, many crazy thoughts. For now, she just wanted someone to hold her, someone just like him.

She stepped out of her skirt as he pulled his pants down, allowing them a moment's respite to gaze at each other. It was surprisingly swift, the way they'd bonded. Perhaps unsightly. But the moment was all that mattered.

They were similar to each other. Perhaps that was all that counted - a girl for him that wasn't in his family, a boy for her that signified hope from all that had been destroyed.

As Amaru found herself caught in his arms, her lips locked in his as the bra slipped down, she figured that she was quite possibly in love. Again.

Guiding his arms to her ass, her hands left them to hold him closer. He enthralled himself with a thorough grope and press, before the fingers dove in between elastic and skin, shimmying her underwear down her luscious thighs. She moved in closer and closer, as if rhythmically pressing herself against his naked penis. Grabbing her waist, he spun her in one fluid motion. Pushing her forth, she bent down, hands on the seat of the pec-fly. Her ass pitched up and presented invitingly before him.

She turned around to look at his irresistible expression. Nudging the slit in her butt, he smoothly let it in, causing her to moan softly. The moan became a pitched, quick shriek when she realized his intentions - the dick was burrowing in as deep as possible. She gasped when he almost went balls deep in her. Withdrawing until the halfway mark, he began the slow pumps, accompanied by the sound of impact and her occasional moans.

Gripping her soft skin, the thrusts became faster. The ass he was in was the largest he'd ever explored, and everything about it - size, tightness, softness - only induced the most sublime pleasure in him. It drove him to fuck her faster, and he forgot for a moment her moans, the sound of her breasts thrashing against her body, and her right hand gripping his from front. Like a bull seeing red, he was here to enjoy his fruit and nothing else mattered.

"Na-ruto..." she pleaded as he rammed it in lustily. He squirmed as he suddenly brought her torso closer, holding his dick in that hold for a while. Still inside her alcove, he ejaculated, letting out a guttural moan as the throbs spewed semen deep in her butt.

He slipped out of her butt, helping her as she knelt on the floor.

"I'm sorry, I think I got a little out of hand.." he smiled uneasily.

"Yeah, no shit." she panted. "It felt good but," she groaned as she touched her butt, "it sure is sore."

"Here, let me help you out, I think I can do a neat massage..." he rushed to get a gym mat, returning with it in a short while.

"Lie down on it."

"Butt massage?" she asked incredulously, still wincing.

"Trust me, you need it."

She sighed, laughing lightly before she lay on it on her front.

He focused his chakra onto his palms. It was an experiment he'd never tried, but Uroko's advice had got him thinking about using chakra.

Every chakra type is as characteristic as the element itself.

"So if I mold water chakra," he said softly to himself, "I can produce the wave-like effects of water."

His hand radiated a slight blue, as he softly pressed her butt. It elicited an approving moan.

"That feels so good." she spoke dreamily as he radiated pressure through all points.

"It's kinda like a jutsu, for I am using water chakra to help soften the massage."

She nodded. "It's working."

"Say, do you get this beat when you get fucked in the ass? I'm sorry for what happened back then during my check-up, that must have hurt."

"It's fine, you see, this is regular. My ass is big, right?"

He nodded. Anyone who disagreed to that was either blind or used to seeing such asses, which obviously wasn't usual.

"Well, it's so big, and it's all muscle, so it weighs a bit...excessive." she blushed lightly. He smiled, thinking it was kinda cute.

"So when I run a lot, or sit for a long time -"

"-or get fucked in the ass.."

"..that too, well, it just hurts my butt."

"Well, I'll help you out there. Is my massage reducing the pain?"

"By all means, of course."

"I suppose this always happens when you have sex?"

"No, you see...I don't really have sex all that often?"

Naruto whistled. "Surprising, given you're well endowed."

"I've had - some awful moments -" her voice flitted across the words as if she didn't wish to recall some grim memories, "but I still am a virgin."

Naruto's hands nearly slipped. "A virgin?"

She blushed. "I was - you know - hoping you'd claim me today, now.."

Woah.

Naruto pressed her cheeks tenderly. "You know, Amaru, the person who takes your virginity is someone you should trust, and know... even if you won't be seeing that guy, or having a relationship with him, the decision will forever be there with you."

"And that's why I'm asking you...to be my first."

Naruto's cock twitched. It hadn't really shortened after that short session, after all.

"Alright, all in good time," he heard himself say, "once you're well rested."

She rose. "I want to do it now," she told him impatiently. "Right here."

Naruto exhaled slowly. "Is this your last decision?"

Amaru was slightly annoyed. "It is. Come on, Naruto, this was also a test to see if you were like those greedy males who'd rush to the opportunity of claiming a woman. You insisted that I be relaxed. I know for a fact that you're one of the nicest people out there, and I know that you've suffered like me. After Shinno left me, your advice was the only thing that kept me positive..."

Her eyes were pleading. "I want it to be you, I really do."

She lay down on her back, inhaling with anticipation. Naruto stroked the perimeter of her vagina, gently pulling at the labia.

"At least some lubrication?"

"I want to feel it, pain and all. Just do me, Naruto." she looked up at him. In her eyes he found anxiety, but more than that, trust and love. It made him feel wanted. Needed.

Parting her legs, with expert precision he positioned his dick in front of her pussy. Her fingers clenched his arms tightly. She was blushing, but her teeth were gritted most forcibly. Her fear caused him to feel both insecure and, somehow, bonded.

"Don't worry about the pain," he whispered, "it'll be over."

So saying, he thrust his body forth with such force, it caused her to lurch upwards, buckle her legs and wrap them tightly around him. She winced as an unbearable heat razed through her, and the only respite then, was the fact that he was holding her. Clawing his back, she whimpered as he slowly retreated, before pushing forth again. Each thrust brought pain, but it carried with it pleasure.

Naruto knew when the pain had subsided enough - her grip had loosened, and she had involuntarily begun rocking her abdomen with his penis. Straightening himself up, he began pushing forth once more. His pace was slow and steady, considerate of the fact that she had never been taken through that hole.

"You can - go faster." she whispered. Her fingers lost in his hair, gripping the blonde tightly as he began pelting down with new force.

"I'm going to," he breathed in between sighs "but I'll shoot it outside."

She nodded, her face weary and stained with perspiration. He suddenly fretted, and in a swift movement, got his nozzle out in the nick of time. It spluttered his cum out on her stomach, spasmodically oozing out his baby batter.

She rested her head back on the mat, while Naruto stepped away, sitting down on his ass on the floor.

"I like it." she smiled ruefully.

"Glad you do because," he pointed at his dick, "this fellow won't be gone soon."

The village advisers strode in, notably flustered.

"You didn't inform us, Tsunade." Koharu chided.

"Of what?" the Hokage asked.

"That you found an Uzumaki girl." Homaru answered.

Tsunade wondered what the geezers were going to say.

"This is perfect, now we can breed her and reinstate the clan - ah, how wonderful." Koharu smiled.

"Is this girl fertile? And check up on the boy. We can start this soon." Homaru instructed.

Tsunade mustered all her strength to control her rage.

"Is that really all you have to say?"

The silence of the elders bade her to continue.

"Are shinobi just "tools" to strategically protect the village? You even mentioned that they "breed" - hell, these are people! And Naruto is the hero of this village!"

Koharu answered. "Of course, we've always acknowledged him as a true Leaf citizen. That Amaru is also from this country means that all things have aligned for us."

"Except that you didn't care about the "fox" until after this war." a confident voice alerted from behind them. The elders turned around to see Anko in her ANBU attire, mask off.

"Instead of assuring village aid and support to the orphan of the Fourth, you persuaded, no, forced Uroko to adopt him. It'd be good for you to remember that the lad's gotten strong now, but I think you know that already."

"And now," Tsunade continued, "you want him to become a sperm bank so the Leaf gets protection. How callous."

"I reckon that we let 'em do whatever they want," chuckled Anko. "If they're in love, let them be. If they aren't don't force them."

"Rules of the ANBU Code advise agents to obey, and not advise." Homaru sharply interjected. "I think you've been here long enough to know that?"

"Rule 34, an agent who removes his/her mask shall be considered off-duty." Anko spoke, smiling coyly. "I think you've been here long enough to know that."

Koharu exhaled, stunned. Homaru broke their silence. "The Advisors can recommend the Daimyo to supersede Hokage's approval on matters of security. We only wanted to know your thoughts, child." he turned around, ready to leave.

"My thoughts? A big no. Let's see you try."

"Don't test us." Koharu fumed. Both strode out, angry. Anko walked toward Tsunade.

"You think they'll do it?"

"Do what?" inquired Anko.

"You know, force the two into -"

"I'd be lying if I said no, though if you care so much, you can appeal against it."

Tsunade considered. "We had the Daimyo from the Land of Demons, who expressed interest in inviting Naruto."

"Woah, another old geezer? They just keep coming!" Anko jested.

"A girl, only about 18. Very beautiful and sensible for a Daimyo.

"My, quite the popular guy Naruto has become..."

"Indeed." Tsunade laughed. "Uroko - has been instrumental."

"As has been her daughter."

"An excellent medical nin, I know she'll be a great doc someday."

"Well," Anko placed her mask on her table. "I'd like to formally resign from my duties in the ANBU."

Tsunade's mouth opened in shock. "Y-You're retiring?"

"Family stuff." she smiled ruefully. Maybe Tsunade thought she was a little sad. "Keeps getting in the way."

Tsunade looked at the Unit Captain's mask. "You - alright - your resignation has been accepted. But please do-"

Anko walked out, waving at Tsunade as she stepped out of the office. "I'll be around sometime."

There was a depressing air of finality in that statement, which the Fifth Hokage couldn't place. Little did she know that Anko lived alone.

"You can go another round?" Amaru asked playfully.

"Anything for that ass -" he stopped, realizing how hollow that sounded "well you're pretty too, just saying."

Amaru chuckled. "Never mind that, I don't mind. In fact, I like my ass being good - it's a lot coming from a handsome guy like you."

"Oh, flirting now are we?"

She kissed him suddenly, hugging him tight, guiding his arms to envelop around him. His dick stuck out as a sore thumb in between their bodies.

From the corner of her eye, she noted the open door. Just as things were getting steamy, she pushed him aside.

"What happened?"

"The door-" she caught her breath from the passionate kiss, blushing embarrassedly.

"Is that all?" he joked, creating a clone in an instant as he approached her. She felt his sturdy arms lift her, this time receiving his kiss.

She felt him enter her newly inaugurated orifice, shivering as his warmth filled her. The idea then struck her, as she saw the clone materialize.

"Clones - can they fuck too?" she asked, trying to sound like she wasn't being serious.

"Of course." he separated her legs further away. "Wanna try?"

Amaru continued getting pushed back and forth. "You can do that?" she asked.

"You have no idea." he stole another kiss, daintily thrusting into her as he steadied his legs supporting their weight.

"Oh kami, don't you fucking stop! f-cu-uckkk.." Amaru whimpered. It was a classic case of getting fucked silly, though in all fairness, it was a gangbang. Naruto felt his dick get back to recovery quicker than usual as he observed the tantalizing scene.

Propped up by two sturdy clones, she was hoisted up by their dicks - each claiming a hole of hers. One arm lazily leaning back, around the head of the "rear" clone, the other gripping the forward clone.

"Yeeah, I'm going to shoot it in."

"In goes the sperm train..." she gasped as the clones grabbed her tightly. The instant later, they shot their juices in her, letting her down as the moment of revelry passed in their disappearance. Before she could move, she was grabbed in a passionate kiss by Naruto. His hands left the juicy ass to finger her, and she graciously dribbled out cum and sperm to his probing fingers, moaning deeply when she did.

"More clones?" he led her to bend down. She nodded in approval, swallowing his gargantuan cock greedily.

A few more cloudbursts around her, and a group of hands thronged her body. She was whisked off Naruto's dick to greet someone's lips. She coughed when the dick found its way back. Someone had begun mounting her, and another pair of hands was toying around with her buttocks. A slap gave way for a gasp, and with crushing force, a penis hit her deep in her ass.

"Fu- ck.. fu" she smiled, tears trickling down her face. The cock was back in, only that this time, the strong hand clutching her head did all the work. She felt her butt turn up, and a clambering underneath her. Her eyes slid down to look at a clone who'd sneaked in under her. Those eyes shot right back up when her pussy was claimed by another 10 inches of beating muscle.

The clones, as if linked by telepathy, began fucking her at an extraordinary pace. It was hard to decide who was enjoying it more, but it sure wasn't that difficult to realize why she'd been driven to the brink because of that enjoyment. Her shrieks, indicative of partial insanity, married the strained grunts of his clones, pumping madly unto climax.

"The political situation isn't quite conducive for him." Anko noted as she sipped the hot tea. Yakumo was away for the day, and Naruto was still doing his test. That left just Uroko and herself in the Kurama clan house.

Uroko returned with a cup of tea for herself. She sat down at the dining table across her.

"Why so? I mean, you know that it isn't something new."

"Yeah, but the Daimyo has softened up so much to the village advisors that he now acts according to their wills, without even consulting the others."

Uroko frowned. She had always hated those advisors - to her, they represented the inhumane side of power. She'd always taught her kids to gain power, but use it wisely and humanely, a lesson she'd learnt by observing their apparent lack of such good power.

"So what's in it for Naruto?" she asked, concerned.

Anko paused. Realizing that it'd reach her ears anyway, she spoke. "There's this girl who came from the countryside for the conference, her name's Amaru, and a DNA test revealed that she's an Uzumaki."

"No way, an Uzumaki?"

Anko nodded. "As of now, very few know of this, but I'm assuming it's best if you knew this too."

"And?"

"Well," she took another long sip, "the advisors are planning on making them a pair of breeding animals to restart the clan."

Uroko gritted her teeth. The damn geezers wouldn't let her son live in peace.

"The bad thing about this isn't technically just that part of making a clan, in fact," she allowed herself a chuckle, "the kid's quite a stud."

"Damn it, Anko, you really don't think he'll -"

"Why not? Do you really think he exists merely to fuck you and your daughter?"

Uroko was silent. She realized the wisdom in Anko's question, but it was still quite unfathomable.

"But I agree, having 2 people who don't even know each other, and involve them in something they shouldn't participate in unless they honestly trust each other, is just uncouth."

How was she to know that they were busy having the time of their lives behind closed doors?

"The bigger problem, is the restrictions they'll impose."

"What restrictions?"

"Clan rebuilding isn't new to the village. However, it is incompatible with humans, something they ought to have learned from past experience, but alas, they haven't. The Namikaze clan, for instance, had but 2 members at one point of time."

"His dad's clan?"

"The same, though this was years before the Fourth. The village had only a branch of their clan, and in an attempt to expand the clan, they chose 2 Namikaze candidates and several female suitors, and put them in a breeding program. They were disallowed from leaving the town, and a single male candidate was made to inseminate the women. It wasn't sex - he was made to fuck as many women as he could a day. Seeing him lose his libido and urge, they shot drugs into him, but they were only temporary."

"Eventually that candidate became infertile. An auto-immune disease caught hold of his chakrastream, causing his situation to deteriorate. As for the women, they contracted the disease thanks to sexual contact. None of them delivered, for their fetuses were destroyed by this syndrome. It became a dark point in the village's history."

"But the Fourth?"

"Came from a separate branch on the outskirts of the village. Thankfully, their branch evaded the draconian program. The village still tried to force a few male candidates in the program, but the plan repeatedly failed, having fatal consequences most of the time."

Uroko was visibly angered.

"Medically, the explanation was simple - unless the desire, the urge to copulate fills the mind of both partners, a forced intercourse will eventually stub the libido of both partners, and doing so repeatedly can harm their mental health and physique. It's what happens in most rapes - this is technically rape."

"I won't - I definitely won't allow them to." she boiled.

Anko drank the rest of her tea up. "The village won't listen. And even though I know your daughter and yourself are strong, not to mention Naruto himself, three against the entire village won't lead to anything desirable. In fact," she became serious, "it killed the Uchiha."

"What do I do now?"

"I don't know, but for now, it would be good to reach out to Amaru?"

"So we can convince her to do this?!"

"So you can find an ally to oppose this plan. If the both of them disagree with this, it would be like forcing 2 like magnets to attract. The village can try all it wants, but if both hate to do it, then it won't help the village."

"But do you really think the village will give up?"

Anko nodded grimly. The Leaf Village could be demonic at times.

"To think we've helped the village out so much," Uroko grasped her forehead, "facing all the criticism, all the hate thrown at us, still helping them out...how shameful."

Anko was silent. She knew she was expected to hear her out.

"I raised him for the village, but I won't blame the village for that, because he's been a wonderful son. I served the village as Jonin. I could have stood up against the village because of Murakumo's death - I know the bastards had something to do with it - but for my children, I kept my mouth shut. Both kids fought in the war, and the only reason Ido didn't was because I persuaded Yakumo not to drain her chakra.

"And even then." she gripped the cup tightly, "the bastards don't leave us alone."

She regained sanity slowly, wobbly legs hardly supporting her dazed frame. His ready hands kept her from falling over. His ample experience ensured that he wasn't all too tired after their intense sex - he felt like he'd just done a round with the troika back home. As for Amaru, who was infinitely inexperienced compared to him, that Uzumaki blood was all that had saved her the residual lucidity that she now possessed. Sweating profusely, they exchanged a tired kiss.

"What do we do now?" Amaru asked.

"Well, we bathe to get this smell of sex off of us - and then we eat. It's time for dinner already, but I'm famished."

"I quite like the scent of sex." she rested on a foldable chair.

"It makes you smell like a hooker."

She playfully punched his thigh. "I wouldn't mind being your personal hooker."

Watching him chuckle filled her with newfound happiness. Her woebegone days seemed to be drawing to a close in the arms of this adorable knight in shining armor. She never wanted to believe in fairy tales, but if her chance encounter (with unexpected results) with Naruto wasn't one, then she didn't know how else to call it.

"I'd like to do something else first."

"What's that?"

"An assjob."

"That's an odd request. Haven't we done that before?"

"Allow me to explain," she proceeded with an almost childish authority while also saying it tersely enough as if to deflect any shame from her sudden assertiveness.

"For starters - that aphrodisiac gave you a bit of a sugar rush, cranking your hormones up and making our workout more intense than it ought to have been. While I did enjoy it, I can't say it felt authentic - and by that I mean, I want you to be in control."

"Ah yes - the aphrodisiac."

"Don't worry about it," she reminded him. "It clearly was the mistake of the nurse - and I'm secretly grateful for that." she winked.

"Secondly, we're both exhausted. I want to go just one more time - and I don't think I can handle something intense. An assjob would be just the right thing. And besides - since it's the first thing we tried, I'm quite fond of it."

He nodded.

"Now third," that false authoritativeness crept into her voice, "I need to ensure the aphrodisiac is completely out of your system, and what better way to ensure that than by having you cum once more?"

He hid an incipient grin, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the clearly falsified suggestion. Had all this fucking not cleared that tiny vial of drug from his bloodstream, how could an assjob do so? But - he didn't want to upset her. It was odd to see her take charge like that, and he wasn't complaining.

"Fourth," she continued, "I'm sure it must have sucked to rub it in my panties. I want the real deal."

He couldn't disagree - he too wanted to get a taste of those buttcheeks sans fabric.

"Alright, I agree. Let's go to the bathroom."

She beamed with joy, collecting her clothes as she led the way. It struck him as pleasantly surprising that, despite all the scars she'd borne, she hadn't lost those traces of immaturity that brought much amusement to him.

Resting her hands on the ceramic platform in the row of basins, the mirror offered a view that competed with that of her ass. She placed one hand on her knees, presently - still unable to steady herself well enough - truly appearing as if she were servilely offering him her butt. It appealed to that dominator hidden in him. He slowly parted the slabs of ass meat, gently shimmying his cock in between them. Armed with the parcel, she proceeded to work her butt up and down even as he gently met her rhythm.

They slowly got into synchrony, the reflection ahead allowing them to savor each other visually.

Her breasts were above average - he could, after ample practice in seeing large breasts, assess them as being D-cups, maybe slightly bigger. Of course, the ass took the cake - and to add to it all, that dark skin of hers, which seemed to have opened a new fetish for him. She was PHAT - Pretty Hot And Thick, though the T could well stand for Tempting.

As for him, Amaru was most struck by the strength that his body evinced. His size was, of course, relevant - but she'd long learnt to look deeper, and the warmth he carried in his heart was all she'd ever need.

She'd gotten more masterful at moving her butt, and this soon seemed to be the best assjob he'd ever - that included trials at the Kurama home - had. He could feel himself losing control - the orgastic enthusiasm was messing with his mind. He grabbed onto her breasts, desperately groaning for the closure.

"Say, is all this necessary for the 'aphrodisiac treatment'?"

"Just for you, baby."

It seemed natural to call him that. Somehow, in a matter of mere hours, their passionate exchanges of love had transcended into an understanding that ostensibly spanned ears.

He found himself tighten up and let loose another cumshot, smothering her naked flesh with semen.

"She's a what?"

"Keep your voice low, this is the recovery block." Tsunade hushed.

"But - an Uzumaki..."

"I'd recommend that you reach out to her. Do you even know who she is?"

"Yeah, yeah I do.."

That virgin kid with red hair, Ido prompted.

"I met her, we spoke a little."

"Then you won't be too surprised. That red hair is distinctly rel-"

"But if she's my brother's relative, then she's part of his family."

"His family? I thought he's in your family."

Yakumo nodded, realizing what Tsunade meant. That meant Amaru was a part of her family.

"After today's night shift, go home and talk to Naruto about Amaru. She's lost the endorsement from her sensei since he was arrested for espionage. Since she can't live in the hotel for a whole month, it's best if you gave her accommodation.."

"B-But," Yakumo protested.

"But what? Don't you see it yet? She is related to Naruto by blood, she is a cousin to Naruto, and hence, can live with Naruto."

Tsunade stopped and looked Yakumo in the eye. "I'm doing this for your sake, and for Naruto's sake. For that to happen, you've got to warm up to Amaru. At the earliest, she should be staying with you."

Yakumo scowled as Tsunade walked on ahead. The thought of having that annoying bitch in their house made her upset.

Uroko was shocked.

"Wh-at?"

What seemed to have started off as a casual make-out session had blown up after she'd dropped the bombshell. Uroko felt her naked chest beat hard.

"It's just the truth, Uroko. Figured I'd tell ya since you're the most chill friend I have."

"No, you're just playing with me.." Uroko sat back on the bed. "Tell me, Anko, you're just playing around, right?"

Anko had revealed that the curse mark had, after all, been responsible for many ill effects on her body. It was a hunch she'd had ever since that time Orochimaru invaded the village, yet apparently she'd thrown up blood during a regular mission.

A medical examination confirmed the worst - a chakra illness, polluting her own chakra stream. She'd been given half a month.

"Damn it, crybaby. Just stick around for the fun now, won't you?" Anko caressed her hair.

"You never - told me..." Uroko accused. "Never. Not even one word. And now, after we decided to fuck since nobody's home, now you tell it to me?!"

Anko sighed as she rested her head back on the bed. "Maybe I didn't want to hurt you. Come on, why are you so emotional? You're the first person I told.."

"I'm your friend, Anko! Of course I'll be sad." she wiped her tears. "I can't believe it."

"I suppose it had begun getting intense, lately. Since that awful mission, I've been coughing blood out frequently. Happens when I'm stressed."

"2 weeks - only?" Uroko clutched her arm. "Please don't tell me you're serious," she begged, as another torrent of tears rolled down.

"I. am. Now these 2 weeks, I wanna have fun, and live life as well as I can."

Uroko sobbed, still very depressed and agonized.

"So won't you do that, for a friend?"

Uroko fell in on her, hugging her tightly. In her embrace, the tears kept on flowing. Anko's hand stroked her hair, and they held on to each other like that. Uroko clasped her, wondering if she could hold on to her from death's grip, somehow. All their memories, all the times they'd had fun, all gone.

"Goodbye." he told her as they stepped out of the medical center. It was dark, way past curfew time, and he figured he'd have a lot to explain.

Without warning, Amaru gripped his hand.

"I - don't know if I should say this, but..."

"Say what?"

"I really like you, Naruto."

Naruto blushed a little, then chuckled. "All we've done is fuck, like, really hard. I'm sure you can find someone better than a fuck-toy.."

"You're more than to me, and I don't know why, I just feel like trusting you. I feel like loving you, I don't know why though..."

"Maybe, just maybe, it's because Shinno left, and you feel deserted."

He looked at her, confused, when she turned along with him at the intersection near Ichiraku's, the lanterns dabbing golden light onto the deserted road.

"You're -?"

"I'm staying with you."

He gaped.

"H-hey, I know we had sex and stuff but I don't think you can stay!"

She looked at him playfully. "What, you're just going to forget about me?"

"N-No, but.." he carefully considered whether to let her into his "relationship" with his sisters and why his neck would be on the line if they (Yakumo and Ido) ever found out.

Amaru chuckled. "It's so cute, you being all flushed and shocked. Don't worry, silly. I'm actually meant to live with you."

"Oh..?" he asked, apparently not convinced at all.

"I'm an Uzumaki after all."

"You're a - what?!"

"I'm sure your mom would be happy to explain." was all she said as they walked past the open gates into his home.