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Naruto stirred awake, blinking at the light of the room. His drowsiness fell away almost instantly, and his awareness was crystal clear. He stood up and looked around, seeing the bodies of his girls lying around him.

Hitomi and Hanabi were lying side by side. He could still see a bit of his semen on their bodies, and their bosoms smushed nicely together. A gossamer trail of drool hung between rosy, puckered lips. He felt a stirring in his loins at the sight of their huge, meaty hips.

His dick stirred, rising to full mast in an instant. Naruto exhaled, nearly bouncing on the balls of his feet with unbridled energy.

Mikoto had her face buried in Kushina's cleavage, the redhead's top two tits lying on top of her head while the bottom two provided an ample, creamy pillow. Mikoto's own breasts heaved slowly with her somnolent breathing, the raven-haired beauty drowsily shaking a massive booty.

Naruto's erection twitched and pulsed. He felt light and giddy, like he was walking on air. An ear-to-ear grin adorned his lips.

Naruko, his twin, was lying at his feet, he belatedly realized. Blonde twin-tails draped over a tan back, a healthy flush in her quivering bust. Puffy nipples stood up from her aereola, glistening droplets of sweat dripping down into her vast and ponderous cleavage. Naruto smiled at her naked body.

"Man... I feel great!" he murmured to himself. "I can't have slept more than a couple hours, but I don't feel tired at all!"

He looked down at his hands, and saw a flicker of gold. Leaping tongues of light. For a moment he silently panicked, thinking that his hands had somehow caught fire. Then he stopped himself, realizing that he didn't feel any sort of burning sensation. If anything, he felt like a billion ryo.

Curiously, Naruto looked further down.

He blinked.

He saw his cock standing up, wreathed in the same non-flames as his hands, with a black runic pattern ascending the shaft like some kind of genital tattoo. His legs, also, and his arms and torso, sported similar phenomena.

Could this have something to do with how refreshed he felt? Because he felt like he could run a hundred marathons without flagging in the slightest, crystal clear and wide awake, so filled with vim and vigor that he felt compelled to dash out of doors and go leaping across the rooftops, just because he could.

Humming to himself, Naruto stood up and looked around the room.

"As long as I'm up, I suppose I might as well get some more training in..." he mused, flexing an arm experimentally. "Feels like I could go nonstop until morning."

So saying this, he stepped gingerly over his twin's sleeping body, smiling happily at her bare ass and golden cow-tail, before heading to the door of the secret chamber. He barely even took note of the fact that he was still naked, figuring that it was the middle of the night and no one would come calling unexpected at this late hour.

Little did he anticipate that one person was in fact doing precisely that right as he exited the invisible-to-most-people entrance of what was fast becoming the Uzumaki family's private human stable.

ANBU Black Ops specialized in stealth missions.

... ... ... ... ...

Yugao's heart was in her throat as she picked the front door lock of the Uzumaki family's home. She was in full uniform, yet she felt completely naked, like anyone who looked at her would be able to tell instantly that she was up to something incredibly illegal.

This was in many ways a very bad idea. Breaking into the house of the Yondaime's widow and absconding with the late Fourth Hokage's only male heir? She would be lucky if she got even a second to speak in her own defense before they threw the book at her, should her superiors find out. It was a terrible idea, a massive risk taken solely on the grounds of a gut feeling and vague suspicions of some manner of illicit goings on.

And yet, here she was, putting her entire career in jeopardy over what could have simply been a trick of the light, or the imagined sights of a fatigued mind. Just because she thought she'd caught a glimpse of Naruto Uzumaki going into a dark alley, only to detect a slight pulse of chakra from that alley, and see Mikoto Uchiha walk out a second later with no sign of Naruto left behind.

There were any number of ways that this could be explained away, a hundred possible scenarios where it would turn out to have been a harmless misunderstanding or honest mistake on her part. Yet she couldn't help but feel a curious premonition in her gut whenever she thought about it, a sense that she had glimpsed the tip of a very dark iceberg.

It may have been care that actually killed the cat, but curiosity was still dangerous if left unchecked, and Yugao's curiosity about what she had seen was liable to get her court martialed if she went any further. But she couldn't just turn her back on this. She could not simply let sleeping dogs lie. If there was something suspicious going on, then it was practically her duty as a member of ANBU to get to the bottom of it.

And so reasoning, she took a deep breath and steeled herself, sliding the door silently open and sneaking inside. She surveyed her surroundings, quietly shutting the door behind her, looking and listening for anything that might need to be noted.

Her ears perked up. It was only a moment after sneaking in, and already she heard something unexpected. Tuneless humming reached her ears, the leisurely music of one going through menial but enjoyable tasks.

Making her presence as faint as a shadow, Yugao followed this sound to its source.

What she found there left her utterly gobsmacked.

Eh...? she thought. Th...that's NARUTO, right? Naruto Uzumaki?

She stared disbelievingly at the flame-gilded flesh, the black seal-liked markings, and the apparent nudity of his body. As a professional and normal, non-pedophilic human being she was not about to get flustered or hot and bothered at the sight of a ten year old's dick, but it still amazed her a little bit to see the sheer SIZE of the mass hanging from between the kid's legs.

This was beyond suspicious. It was so far outside her expectations that Yugao's mind could conjure no words to adequately describe it. Her jaw grew slack behind her mask, and she might have gone into mild shock.

Naruto paused in his kata, suddenly. Even as Yugao stared at him, dumbfounded, he turned to look at her.

Blink.

Blink.

He frowned.

"Eh? Who are you?"

Yugao's jaw worked soundlessly up and down behind her mask. She stood stock still, absolutely no idea what to do in this situation.

Naruto took a step towards her, looking curious.

Yugao gulped and straightened up, doing her best to seem authoritative.

"Naruto Uzumaki," she said. "I want you to come with me."

For the briefest moment, she thought she saw a flicker of worry on his face. But then she blinked, and his expression was neutral again, faintly curious.

"Why?" he asked her. "It's kind of early, isn't it? Or late, I guess."

Yugao took another step forward and grabbed Naruto's arm.

"You are wanted for—" she started to say.

But then she stopped, froze up.

She felt herself go weak in the knees. A sensation she knew well, but could not believe was happening now of all times, wracked her body. She stumbled, gasping, feeling her heart racing in her chest for a reason wholly unrelated to tension or anxiety.

Arousal.

Her face burned. Nipples peaked, delightfully tingling and sending thrills up her spine. She felt pressure on her chest, her body armor suddenly seeming all too confining. Electricity danced across her skin, moisture seeping from her womanhood. She could feel a growing wet patch in her panties.

Vision swam. Yugao felt dizzy, confused.

She shook her head, staring around at her surroundings. She felt strange, something was off. Something wasn't quite right.

A slight pressure in her head, a mildest ache. She spaced out for a moment, staring blankly ahead. Her knees hit the floor, and she was trembling, shivering. Yet she felt so hot, and sweat was drenching her uniform. Breathing hitched, and she felt her hands touch down on the floor. She crouched there on all fours, lost and confused.

Blink.

Yugao slowly shook her head, staring uncomprehendingly. She felt drowsy, zombie-like. Awareness she had of minimal situational cognizance, but no idea on how to remedy it, or why it was this way.

Confusion.

Where was she? For a moment, she could not recall, as though someone had reordered her mind without her knowledge, changing the location of every piece of information in her head. Slowly, laboriously she had to puzzle and wrack her brains for the answer, sifting through every neuron until she found what she was looking for.

The Uzumaki house. Miss Kushina's home, where she lived with her two children, fraternal twins – a son, Naruto, and a daughter, Naruko. This was the abode of the late Yondaime's widow and children.

Slowly, Yugao shook her head. She felt hot, like she was burning up, and her armor seemed so confining, painfully restricting; she couldn't remember ever feeling such pressure from it. She could hardly breathe, it felt like she would die if she kept it on.

Itching sensations on the sides of her head distracted her momentarily. She scratched, frustrated. Her fingers scraped over strange nubs, small, but hard and blunt, surprising her.

What was that?

Her ears were tingling, burning like someone was talking about her behind her back. She felt another itch at the base of her spine, at the very tip of her gluteal cleft. Her trousers felt tight back there as well, now that she turned her attention hence.

Scratch, scratch, scratch.

Rrriiiiip!

Yugao clawed at the seat of her pants, so vexed and addled that she could not even think to simply pull the garment down. She tore the fabric with her fingers, scratching frustratedly at the itch in her crack.

Something narrow and downy greeted her fingers. A tuft of hair at the end of something flexible, tactile, as capable of feeling her touch as any flesh and blood part of her body.

A... tail?

She had a tail.

She had a tail.

She... had... atail?

Numbly, Yugao wondered for a moment why this surprised her. Hadn't she always had a tail? Surely she would have noticed if she hadn't had one before, right?

Muddled, befuddled, she removed her hand from the new, inexplicable appendage.

"Ungh..." she groaned. "My chest..."

The pain was growing unbearable, the tightness and compression of her bosom becoming simply suffocating. She could hardly breathe, it felt like her armored vest was crushing her torso. She couldn't stand it.

Weakly, clumsily, Yugao's hands scrabbled over her armor, trying to find the clasps. Blearily she struggled to recall how to remove it.

"Urk, it hurts..." she moaned. "So tight. I can't... breathe..."

A hand brushed hers, sending a jolt of electricity shooting through her body. She gasped, her eyes widening, and she arched her back, mewling weakly. Through the pain of her chest being crushed by her armor, she felt an overwhelming flood of pleasure, a sea of sensations that drowned out everything else.

"Ahhn?!❤"

She went slack, confused but wonderfully pleased, mewling cutely as those fingers moved to brush over her vest. Even through the armor she could feel this touch, so light and ginger, so soft and tender, and yet... so strong, so wonderful. It felt so nice, so good, and it made her feel safe, secure, content.

Despite the pain, she found herself relaxing. Despite her confusion and disorientation, she found herself implicitly trusting whoever it was touching her.

Pop. Zip. Snap.

She heard the clasps on her vest coming undone. The pressure lessened, gradually disappearing as the armor was pried off of her. In a matter of moments, it was gone altogether. She was completely topless, but she couldn't care less.

She was free from those horrible confines. Her breasts were free, no longer being crushed by that awful thing. The mere absence of that painful restraint felt almost as wonderful as the touch of those hands against her skin. Goosebumps erupted wherever those fingers brushed her. She moaned euphorically as her pants were slipped off, sighing with a blissful sense of relief as great and ruddy buttocks were allowed to plop bare and free on the floor.

Her tail swished side to side. Four tremendous tits shifted and wobbled as she curled around her savior, her deliverer, the wonderful, brilliant, magnificent person who had rescued her from those awful, nasty, painful clothes. She lowed happily, chirping and nuzzling her cheek against her hero's shin.

"Thanks," she cooed, wrapping her arms around their legs. "You saved me!" She smiled dreamily, sweetly planting a wet, sloppy kiss atop their nearest foot. "I love you sooo much❤"

Giggle.

Yugao looked up at the face of her savior, her hero. Or tried to, at least.

But there was something big, hard, and glowy blocking her view. A penis, she realized dumbly, proceeding to give a vapid smile.

"Wooow, you're so big~! Can I touch it?" she tittered.

Yugao felt warm and tingly between her legs just looking at that thing, that thick, glowing penis. Her privates were wet, and it felt good. She wanted to keep feeling like this, to feel more like this. Touching him filled her with so many nice feelings, so much that she didn't want to ever let go.

A laugh reached her ears. The sound of it practically made Yugao melt into a puddle of blissful warmth.

"Yeah, sure, I guess," they said. He, it sounded like.

Curiously, Yugao looked past the penis. She saw a face with marks like whiskers, a body glowing like it was on fire, except that touching it didn't hurt like touching fire did. Instead it felt good. Very good.

Dimly, Yugao found that she recognized this person. Vaguely, she recalled that she had come here for him. For Naruto.

She smiled. "I really can?" she asked him innocently, giddy with joy. "Eee, you're so nice! I double love you, master!❤"

It felt natural to call him this. So natural that, even had she retained all her faculties and intelligence, Yugao would not have once thought to question it. He was her master, and that was that.