“S-Shino-chan, what’re you doing, dattebayo?”
I deposit the fem-Naruto Shadow Clone I grabbed from the Sexy Jutsu Harem on the stone floor of a remote area of the Hot Springs far from the distant sounds of gay sex. Yeah, I may have invited all the male Genin in our social circle to the n’s bath and flooded the area with Pheromones so I could steal their spilled sen. Then I may have prompted all the Shadow Clones hitting on and my straight guy companions into Transforming female before claiming one ‘Naruko’ for myself. You can’t prove anything!
Regardless, here we are.
My partner for the evening is a petite blond, her hair tied in twintails by hairbands with ‘whisker’ marks on the face, piercing crystal blue eyes, and delightful C-cup breasts. I applaud Naruto for his restraint when designing the Transformation, as I think many young n would’ve been tempted by the prospect of mountainous mammaries or gigantic gazongas with a ridiculous bust/waist/hip ratio. Instead, his ‘Sexy’ self is a tasteful Rule 63 version of Naruto.
“Just wanted so privacy,” I say while scoping out the fem-Naruto’s figure.
When ‘Naruko’ regains her balance, she stares at in shock, “Y-you’re b-back to being a girl!” Maybe she didn’t notice before while my body was underwater? “Aren’t you going to c-cover yourself?”
Despite worrying about my modesty, fem-Naruto’s eyes dart between my breasts and shaved crotch while blood drips from her nose. I don’t bother looking down at myself. In fact, I intentionally take a casual, open stance that reveals everything. I’m not eager to be ogled by so random guy if it doesn’t benefit , but this is a ‘Naruko’ Shadow Clone. Even if her mories will revert to the OG Naruto when she disappears, seeing that lusty male gaze on a girly face hits different—‘Naruko’ is seriously cute.
I chuckle. “Um, did you forget we’re here to have sex?” Hey, I didn’t even do the seducing this ti! I’m the one who was approached!
“Y-y-you really an it???” The fem-Naruto’s hands make grabby motions while drool drips from the corner of her mouth, reminiscent of a certain pervy sage.
Ah, I forgot Naruto is still basically a virgin in so respects. He’s never done it with a woman; only Sasuke. Having a bisexual awakening didn’t stop him from being attracted to girls or from crushing on Sakura. Of course, he’s going to be as excited as any High School Senior about to pop his cherry (that particular cherry being with regard to females). He wasn’t much of a peeping tom or horndog in the Ani, but it’s different when the woman is putting it all on display and even says she wants to fuck—so I don’t bla ‘Naruko.’
In fact, this could be fun. This fem-Naruto is physically a woman with the mind and libido of a horny teenager. That works for , lol. I know an entertaining way to start things off…
I recline on a sloped rock, the hot springs mist obscuring us from the other bathers, and say, “You’re welco to have your way with ~”
“Itadakimasu!”
‘Naruko’ dives in, taphorically speaking. She leans over as I watch her suddenly shy, hesitant movents (no eye contact necessary thanks to my Byakugan). The fem-Naruto goes straight for my ample bosom, palms landing on bouncy marshmallows before rubbing and cupping their hefty weight. Her pawing is amateurish, but charming in the way she eagerly touches while treating my flesh as delicately as porcelain.
Her hands run across the curves of my waist, the smoothness of my tummy, the swell of my hips, the length of my thighs, and pause before my pussy as if my inner sanctum is protected by a holy barrier. I further part my legs slightly as if inviting her into my secret grotto. Then her fingers finally find their way onto my hairless quim like skittish deer approaching the watering hole.
‘Naruko’s’ digits trace my slit, slowly reveling in the slickness of my arousal and the supple smoothness of my labial folds. Then she gently spreads open to peer inside and gaze upon the glory of my honeypot.
“I can show you how to make feel good,” I coach when the mont stretches long.
“Uh, ah-y-yeah, um, yes, please, dattebayo.”
I take her right hand in mine and guide it to my clit, then shepherd her left hand back to my breast. Her palms are so soft, not rough and calloused like a boy’s, as I show her how to slide my pearl between two of the fingers caressing my sex. That slight pressure on my jewel nestled between two digits gliding along the slickness of my arousal while she massages my tit, the gentle pinching of my nipple, and the dipping of a fingertip into my sweet tunnel gradually raises higher and higher towards a lofty peak.
For all my perversion as an admittedly kinky bitch, I’m still a girl who can get off on vanilla!
Her eyes stare at my sex, entranced, and a bead of drool drips from the corner of her mouth.
I bite my lip as her desire washes over my body like waves of heat. “Mmm, that’s nice. Would you like to taste ?”
“I-I can?” she asks as if I’d refuse a beautiful woman between my legs.
Nodding, I spread my thighs further, and ‘Naruko’ lowers her face to my groin. She delicately sniffs , surely detecting the soap from our pre-bath wash and the minerals from the hot springs as well as the musk of my arousal spilling forth. Licking her lips, she dips her tongue between my folds to trace the sa arc her fingers did before. Soft warmth bathes my slit in delightful waves. Then her attentions drift north to my clit and I’m floating on a cloud of heavenly pleasure.
This female version of Naruto’s expressions of dedication and concentration are adorable. The way she’s so focused on making sure I finish… I can’t disappoint her! A slight shift of her mouth on my sodden loins is enough to take there.
“Yes, just like that. Keep going. Right there—Aaahhhnnn!” My ‘Naruko’ draws the orgasm from like treasure lifted from the depths, adding her fingers calling ‘co hither’ on my special spot to the mix while her tongue circles my clit.
Love juices gush from my most private of places onto the blond kunoichi’s face the way waves crash on the shore. ‘Naruko’ drags a finger through the substance and brings a digit soaked in my fluids to her face for inspection, sniffs my girlcum, and licks it with a contemplative expression of wonder-lust.
I’m glad we were able to share this mont even if she’s perched there on my rock like a bird ready to take flight at a mont’s notice. Perhaps if I put her at ease with conversation, I can earn a more complete seduction. Why bother? Well…
I have a confession to make.
I like Naruto.
I know, right? Wow, what a shocker! Okay, I wouldn’t have been obsessed with the Ani enough to request being reincarnated here when given the choice if I didn’t like Naruto. He’s an interesting character. That said, in my previous life as a man, I wasn’t ever sexually attracted to Naruto. The female version, on the other hand…
Well, I never considered adding a fem-Naruto to my harem because he’s a guy at heart—that’s where I got stuck, ntally speaking. But, in a sense, Naruko is like , right?
What am I saying, talking about Naruko like she’s a separate entity?
I didn’t worry about grabbing the ‘real’ Naruto back there when he used the Sexy Harem jutsu because all the Shadow Clones are the real Naruto. He inherits all their mories when they pop. Experiences everything they experienced. Hmm, applying that idea to sex could be wild!
Focus.
“So, Naruto-kun, I’ve been aning to complint you on the quality of your Transformation,” I begin with a non-sequitur. “Especially given the difficulty you had with the basic Clone jutsu at the Academy, I’m impressed. Looking at it with the Byakugan, you did a fantastic job with the nitty-gritty details.”
“…”
“I an, without a girlfriend to model, you had to have spent hours studying textbook diagrams alone just to make sure you got the vagina and breasts anatomically correct.” The Transformation jutsu is no joke. The result of a halfhearted approach would be a shitty version nobody wants to fuck. The better one’s understanding, the more realistic and convincing the outco. It’s easy to omit by ignorance the scents, textures, and tastes that comprise the subtle appeals of a woman. Were you a naughty boy, stealing panties to sniff them? No judgent.”
“…”
“The hips, waist, and bust sizes, as well as leg and torso length all harmonize to give the sense of a plucky girl who doesn’t watch her figure but… let’s say she plays volleyball, for example. Yeah, that’s the vibe I’m reading. The face especially is top-notch. Hours looking at yourself in the mirror at minimum, ntally tweaking tiny features until she looks like your long-lost twin sister.”
“…”
She seems uncomfortable with where I’m headed, but I decide to push. “Naruto-kun, don’t take this the wrong way, but do you touch yourself while Transford?”
“Ehhh???” She flushes scarlet, her adorable voice flustered.
“Let rephrase. Do you enjoy masturbating as a girl?”
“I understood you the first ti, dattebayo!”
When she doesn’t answer right away, I continue, “…I know what it’s like, believe it! My Deep Dweller acts like a penis, and I used to jack myself off all the ti before I got my first girlfriend.”
“…Shino-chan has a cock?”
“Don’t change the subject!” She sounds more taken aback by that than learning I possess the Byakugan!
Flustered, she ruffles her hair in frustration and screams, “Yes! Alright? Yes, I feel myself up and all that stuff when I’m alone!” Then she continues at a whisper, “…While imagining Sakura-chan.”
I nod in sympathy despite her admission of having feelings for my wife. Considering how aweso Sakura is, I don’t bla her. “Out of curiosity, do you like to dress up Naruko-chan?”
I’m fishing at this point, but it seems I hit the nail on the head because her face burns with embarrassnt, and her eyes accuse of mind-reading. I also casually threw out my headcanon na for fem-Naruto. She noticed.
“N-N-Naruko? Naruko-chan…” It sounds like she’s testing it out. Nor did she object to my use of the na as a ‘persona’ that she’s dressing up instead of implying Naruto is the one crossdressing. Interesting.
“One more shot in the dark,” I say to regain her attention, “Have you imagined ‘Naruko’ having sex with a woman… like Sakura-chan, for example?”
“I-I an, w-what guy hasn’t fantasized about being a lesbian?”
Ooph. I feel like I’m tapping on a very thin eggshell. “Buddy, pal, friend, I’m not going to say that’s case-closed on its own but, um, that right there is a big flag. A real big flag.”
“Flag?”
Naruto always was slow on the uptake, and it seems Naruko is no different.
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