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It was almost four in the afternoon when Naruto got back to his house. He waved a reticent goodbye to Kiba when his house came into view, Shikamaru and Choji having split off from the group a ways back.

"Tell that sister of yours to get better quick, alright?" said Kiba, smirking toothily at his friend and fellow troublemaker. "It's no fun taking the mickey out of her when she isn't there to bite back."

"Yeah, yeah," Naruto said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Now go on, git! Shoo, boy! Shoo!"

He made little shooing motions with his hand, like he was trying to send off a stray dog.

Kiba replied to this with a very rude hand gesture.

"Kiss my ass, Uzumaki!"

"Suck my balls, you hairy mutt!" Naruto replied, with a vulgar accompanying gesture.

"Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Naruto stuck his tongue out at Kiba, and his feral friend finally departed with a snort. Naruto's expression cracked, and he chuckled.

"What an annoying guy..." he said to himself, smiling cheerfully. He shook his head. "He is completely hopeless, really!"

Laughing quietly, Naruto approached his front door. By this point he had very nearly forgotten that morning's events, perhaps convincing himself that it really had all been just a very weird and kinky dream, but his face was about to pushed back down into reality in three... two...

He opened the door.

One.

Naruto stared. His eyes were wide, and his jaw was slack. The blood drained instantly from his face, fleeing southward.

He staggered forward, nearly tripping over the threshold. The door shut behind him with a muted click, but he couldn't hear that. He couldn't hear that at all.

He saw his mother and his sister. They were exactly the same as they had seemed this morning, harshly dispelling the faint hope that he had merely been dreaming. Cow ears, cow horns, tails. Four enormous tits, with the complexion and stature of healthy twenty-somethings.

This was not the only thing he stared at, though. Not by a long shot.

He saw his mom's friend, Mikoto. Kushina and Naruko were holding onto the woman, the former nuzzling her face into the Uchiha's crotch, while the latter held Mikoto's face up to lactating nipples.

Both the Uzumaki women had strange, utterly vacant looks on their faces. They smiled at him, noticing his presence, and something in their eyes made him worry.

There was something different about their gazes, something missing as they looked up at him. Meeting their eyes, feeling a mixture of shock and arousal at seeing what these two had done to Mikoto, Naruto was utterly at a loss as he tried to make sense of their actions.

"Master..." Naruko cooed.

"Master~" Kushina chirped.

The two continued to hold Mikoto, who looked up at Naruto with silently pleading eyes. She was pale, even paler than usual, her skin clammy with a cold sweat. She tried to speak, say something, but one of Naruko's nipples was halfway inside her mouth, and all the woman accomplished was to make the blonde squeal and thrash in obvious pleasure.

"Ah, I feel funny..." Naruko whimpered, panting and squeezing Mikoto tighter. "What is this... feeling in my tummy...?"

She wiggled her hips, soft and bountiful, voluptuous. Naruto's eyes flicked down, half against his will, and saw the glisten of nectar on rosy lips. His face burned, seeing the evidence of Naruko's apparent arousal.

Naruto stared at his mom, his sister, and Mikoto, perplexed.

"C...C'mon, you two..." he said to Naruko and Kushina. "I don't know what you're playing at, but Mi...Mikoto-san doesn't look very happy."

Kushina raised her head, looking a Naruto with a befuddled expression.

"She doesn't?" she said, sounding genuinely surprised by this.

Naruto looked consciously away from Mikoto's womanhood, which was no longer being concealed by his mother's head. His cheeks burned, and he met Mikoto's eyes once more. He saw the fear there, and the confusion. A glint of mistrust was there, too, mingled perhaps with a hopefulness that here, at last, was someone reasonable to make sense of things and set her free.

"She... definitely doesn't," Naruto said. "Can't you tell?!"

Kushina pouted cutely.

"Aww... I wanted to play with her," she said innocently.

It didn't sound feigned, either, but rather like the genuine innocence of a child who honestly didn't understand what they had done wrong. But then a sense of simplistic, single-minded contrition came into her demeanor, and she let go of Mikoto.

"I'm sorry, master," Kushina said sweetly. "Thank you for telling me."

Naruto felt an almost painful throbbing in his temples.

"No..." he said slowly, as if speaking to a very stupid child. "I'm not the one you should apologize to. And... I really shouldn't have to tell you that..."

Naruko cocked her head to one side, still holding onto Mikoto.

"Is she supposed to apologize to me, then?" she asked, not sarcastic or smarmy but genuinely curious.

Naruto stared at his mother and his sister, feeling a touch of despair as it sunk in. He looked from the gray eyes of Kushina, to Naruko's glittering sapphires. In neither set could he see the slightest trace of understanding. They were doing as he said, but they didn't actually comprehend the reasons, or why they should feel sorry for what they had done.

They did not question what he said, but they did not really seem to completely understand it either. It was like talking to a couple of phenomenally slow children. Naruto simply couldn't believe how simple they had gotten.

Naruto sighed.

"Just... please, let Mikoto-san go," he said, feeling profoundly exhausted from just this brief attempt at reasoning with his female relatives.

What's happened to you girls...? he thought.

Naruko and Kushina both smiled at Naruto.

"Okay, master~!" they chirped, and both moved obediently away from the woman. They did not look the slightest bit sorry about what they had done, just happily and unthinkingly doing as Naruto said.

Naruto stared at them a moment longer, before turning his attention back to Mikoto. He locked his eyes to hers, doing his damnedest not to look south of her collarbones.

He held a hand out to the woman, who was trembling visibly.

"Are you okay?" he asked her. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's happened to them... I hope they didn't hurt you."

Mikoto stared into Naruto's eyes, hesitantly glancing at his hand. She was in shock, uncertain whether she could trust him or not. She felt vulnerable and afraid. Former jounin or not, the Uchiha matron was over a decade-and-a-half out of shape, not having served on active duty since some time before getting pregnant with her eldest son.

Naruto smiling at her reassuringly.

"C'mon, you can't lie there all night," he told the woman.

She still hesitated a moment longer, biting her lip nervously. Her eyes glanced over to Kushina and Naruko, who smiled innocently at the slightly shell-shocked Mikoto. She whimpered quietly, clearly baffled and dismayed by the unexplainable change which had come over Kushina and her daughter.

Mikoto looked one last time into Naruto's eyes, peering into his gaze for some sign or betrayal of ulterior motivation. She saw nothing there but an earnest desire to help her, an apologetic smile, and a hint of faintly worried bemusement directed at a similar subject as her own.

Weakly, slowly, Mikoto raised a single, shivering hand. Naruto grasped it, and at the same time grabbed further down her arm with his other hand, intending clearly to try and help the taller woman to her feet.

Mikoto's eyes went wide the instant Naruto's hands touched her. A gasp tore its way from her lips, and her body shuddered. Sparks of pleasure danced where his skin met hers, her flesh leaping and jolting with the excitement.

She stared up at the small, high window in the door, staggering weakly, numbly to her feet. She saw the light of an afternoon sun streaming in.

Naruto felt a strange warmth in his hands as he held Mikoto, but he figured it was just her skin. More importantly, however, the woman slipped away from his grasp, shivering and whimpering, staring down at him with something almost like horrified realization.

Her eyes were crimson, flecked with three black motes. She stared at the glow in Naruto's hands, transfixed, realizing the awful truth as that very glow of strange chakra seeped into her own body.

She staggered backwards, frozen in shock, feeling it begin at once to take a hold on her. A warmth spread through her body, weakening her and making her legs tremble. She had to lean against the wall to support herself, knees going soft. She doubted she could stand under her own power, this foreign chakra seeping quickly into every fiber of her being.

It even reached her brain, and with a dull, muted dread Mikoto could feel her faculties begin to slow, and her higher reasoning start to slip away. She leaned against the wall, eyes wide, quivering and quietly whimpering.

I am Mikoto Uchiha.

She clung to this thought, shaking her head blearily. A hand was clasped over her brow, the woman staggering. Her mind swam, incoherent nonsense flooding her thoughts.

Her body was alight with an all-consuming pleasure, the spark of desire lit by Naruto's touch growing and spreading as swiftly through her body as a wildfire in a forest of dead trees. She felt dizzy, the air knocked out of her lungs by an intangible force.

I am Mikoto Uchiha.

She felt her knees go weak as she slumped against the wall, staring in confused disbelief at the blank, brainless look in her best friend's eyes. Her arms trembled, shoulders heaving as a strangled, confused sob tore from her lips. Tears, hot and moist, pricked at the corner of a futilely wheeling sharingan.

She shuddered, flicking her eyes over to her best friend Kushina's daughter, Naruko, the grotesquely sexualized thing that the second of Konoha's two living jinchuuriki had been transformed into. She saw the milk dribbling from large and puffy nipples, dull and uninquisitive eyes staring back at Mikoto without the slightest hint of recognition or intelligence.

"Mmmm..." the blonde breathed softly, blushing and looking over her shoulder at Naruto. "Master... Play with us❤"

Mikoto looked at Naruto Uzumaki, her best friend's son. She saw confusion in his eyes, but also a glint of arousal as he took in the naked bodies of his mother, his sister, and Mikoto herself.

The blond glanced worriedly over at the Uchiha matron, frowning softly.

"Mikoto..." he mumbled.

I am... ... ...

Mikoto blinked, staring into Naruto's eyes. She felt strange, like she was forgetting something. Her mind felt sluggish, somehow, reacting slowly if at all to what she was seeing. She stared blankly, thoughtlessly at Naruto for several seconds, just feeling lost in the depths of his eyes.

She hardly even noticed him speaking to her.

Mi... Mikoto... she thought. I... I am Mikoto... U...chiha....

The sides of her head felt scratchy. Her tailbone itched, a faint tingling just above the crack of her ass. Her ears felt weird, different somehow.

Her breathing was labored. Her shoulders and back started to twinge through the numbing, all encompassing pleasure. She felt the vaguest, faintest start of an ache. Absently, she grew aware of a weight pulling down on her chest and her abdomen.

If she didn't know any better, she'd think her breasts had gotten bigger...

...and what was that feeling below her chest, that strange swell of soft and sensitive flesh just beneath her breasts...?

Her face felt hot. Her body quivered, hot and sore in a vaguely pleasant way. Almost, a part of Mikoto thought that this should have been familiar, but she couldn't seem to recall...

She shook her head weakly, gritting her teeth. A sharingan flashed.

Mi...Mikoto...! she thought to herself, feeling drowsy. That is my name... I am... Mikoto...

Her eyelids felt treacherously heavy. Her mind dragged and stalled, ponderous and meandering, thought becoming more and more laborious.

She whimpered, hugging herself.

Her back slid down the wall, and she lay on the floor of the entry hall. Her eyes looked up at Naruto's, quietly pleading, desperately clinging to the last lingering vestiges of sense. Fear gnawed at the back of her mind, foggy and distant, a notion of something bad that she did not want to happen.

I... I...

Crimson pools blackened and dimmed, revolving tomoe vanishing into the onyx abyss. Her sharingan faded, forgotten, the tension slipping from her muscles as her thoughts swam through a dense, heavy mire.

She tried to remember why she was afraid. Something told her to fight, and stop what was happening. It pricked at her and goaded her, trying to rile her up and get her to fight it off, push it back.

But she didn't know what it wanted. She couldn't remember what she was supposed to be fighting. She felt nice and oddly comfortable shivers go through her body. She felt warm and soft and cozy. Safe and free from harm.

a...am...

She moaned. It wasn't a sad moan, or moan that would come from being hurt. It was a good moan, a happy moan. She felt nice and good, snug and toasty there on the floor, curling up and bringing her knees to rest just below her lower boobs.

Her tail flicked, and curled behind her. It was a very nice-feeling tail. Her ears twitched. They felt different, longer, sticking out from the side of her head.

A short, blunt horn scratched the floor.

Mikoto looked at the woman with the red apple hair and rainy-cloud eyes. Kushina. She felt happy looking at her, this person was her friend. This was someone who played with her and kept her company. She felt safe with her, and happy.

Kushina was her friend, yes. She was her friend.

She looked at the woman with the gold sunshine hair and clear sky eyes. This was Naruko, Kushina's daughter. She felt happy looking at her. Naruko was like herself; she was the same as her.

She was sure they would get along, and have lots of fun together.

M... M... M...

She looked at the boy, the one who looked like the woman after the first one, the one who was like herself. He also looked kind of like her friend, who was also the same as her. He wasn't the same as them, though. He was different. Important.

Naruto. He was Kushina's son. Naruko's brother.

But... what was he to her...?

She stared into his eyes, all thoughts of fear and fighting forgotten completely. His eyes were so bright and pretty, so blue and round. They sparkled and shined as they looked at her, and her body felt weird, but good, warm and tingly where his eyes looked at her. She felt happy to have him looking at her. It made her feel good and special.

She smiled at him. Her face was warm. Her tummy was hot and kind of scratchy. She felt wet down between her legs, and idly she wondered why that was. She almost felt like she should know why, but it seemed too complicated to worry about.

M... Mm... Mmm...

Her chest was soft on the floor, like a pillow except it felt funny when she lied down on it. It got hard to breath if she rolled on her back, and her boobs hurt in a weird sort of happy way when she rolled onto her tummy. So she stayed on her side, smiling and looking at the boy. Her four boobs squished sideways on the floor.

She saw Naruto's eyes go down to her private place, to where she was all wet and warm. Those blue balls lit up in a pretty way when he looked at her down there, and his face got cute and red.

She felt very happy when he looked at her down there.

Her boobs felt wet. They were tingling and leaking. She was getting milk on the floor as the boy looked at her private place, but he didn't look angry at the mess her nipples made. Kushina looked happy to see the milk, and Naruko smiled at her with a happy face.

...mmmm...

She watched as Naruto came closer. The tiny window high up in the door showed a dark sky outside, even though it had been light when he first touched her. She could still remember the light outside. She also remembered the funny way she'd felt when he touched her.

Funny, but good. It had made her happy to be touched by him. He had made her feel snug and warm and cozy. His hands felt good on her, his arms made her feel safe.

She wanted him to touch her more, and hold her.

She got wetter between her legs, watching Naruto get closer. It felt odd how she got so wet, strange, but in a good way. She saw a lump between his legs, a big bulge in his pants.

She wondered what was inside it.

...master...

She thought this, looking up at him. She thought this, and it felt right, it felt like the most natural and sensible thing she had ever thought. She wanted to think it again, to look at him and always think this.

"Master..." she whispered, and she shivered. She squirmed, her eyes wide.

WOW! It felt even better to SAY it!

"Master...!" she said again, as he reached down to stroke her cheek. Her skin tingled so nicely where he touched her, and she got wet in that good-feeling way harder than ever. Her tummy felt nice.

"Mikoto-chan..." he whispered, looking into her eyes.

She stared, amazed, at his eyes. They were so complicated! She saw so many things in his eyes, so many thoughts and feelings, far more than she could ever imagine. He touched her again, grabbing her arm.

She shuddered again, getting a little bit wetter.

"Master," she gasped, looking into his eyes. She could see how many thoughts were going on behind his eyes, so much more happening in his glance than she could ever possibly fathom. "You must be so smart..."

"Are you okay?" he asked her.

She smiled at him, looking up into those bright and smart, warm, handsome eyes. He looked strangely at her, but he continued to whisper and squeeze her arm. She felt so good, being looked at and talked to and touched by him like this.

"Master makes me feel so good," she said honestly and simply. "I love my master. I don't ever want to leave him❤"

His face turned red again, and his other hand reached out to stroke her cheek once more. She smiled, feeling better than ever, getting a little wetter, and leaking a little more milk onto the floor. Her tail wagged, and her ears perked up.

She felt so good, lying here next to master.

"Mi...Mikoto..." he whispered, looking into her eyes. "I... Why are you the same as them, now?"

She giggled.

"Master asks such smart questions❤" she said, smiling innocently up at him. "He touched me, and it made me feel good. You make me feel good, master❤"

"You do!" chorused Naruko.

"We love our master!" chirped Kushina.

Master's face got even redder.

Mikoto Uchiha smiled at Naruto Uzumaki, every bit as much his cow as Naruko and Kushina.