Naruto Season
Story by White Whiskey
A little story I cooked up. Inspired in part by IchiIchiFan and his stories "The Secret of Konoha Girls" and "In Heat".
Chapter 1: One Dog Night
Naruto stumbled a bit as he dropped next to a tree. It was late and dark, but he wasnât exactly tired. In fact, for almost a week heâd felt restless, not exactly his hyper-self, but somewhat frustrated for a reason he didnât know. Not only that, but people had been treating him very oddly. Most people gave him looks somewhere between how Sakura looked at Sasuke and how Sakura looked at Ino, like they loved and hated him at the same time. But a few people, including Sakura herself, gave him a look that kinda scared him. It sorta reminded him of the look a wolf got when it saw a rabbit.
It scared him a little, not that heâd admit it out loud.
But more than that, heâd felt odd all week. He felt feverish but not sick, heâd felt restless and frustrated and, embarrassingly, aroused. He was a boy in the midst of puberty, and could understand if he often felt horny, but now?
If he sat to eat, he got hardâ¦
If he stopped to read a sign, he got hardâ¦
If he laid down for a nap, he got almost painfully hardâ¦
And it wasnât just hard, he felt aroused like he never had before, in a way he couldnât understand, and it didnât go away no matter how much he tried to relieve himself. Actually, that seemed to make it worse, so did pretty much anything else, even cold showers. Even now, just sitting next to a tree made him harder than an S-rank genjutsu, and his arousal levels had long since passed the point where he could restrain himself when alone. But, as he whipped out his hard-on and went to work, he wasnât as alone as heâd wish.
Close by in the forest, an increasingly frustrated Tsume Inuzuka was wandering. She was frustrated because of a scent sheâd been picking up all over town. Normally, a personâs pheromones were a bit more effective to an Inuzuka than other people, especially if the sources had been exerting themselves and hadnât washed, and the scent of a man or a woman would get Tsumeâs motor running, especially if the woman was ovulating, but this new scent was something else entirely. Just the light whiff of it that seemed to be all around the village made her slip a little into a feral state, but there were places where this person must have spent a good amount of time, because the strength of the smell in those places drove her up the wall, almost to the point that she was ready to grab someone, man, woman, even one of her own pups, and screw them right in public. Thankfully, whoeverâs scent it was, it didnât seem to effect most of her clan in the same way, and the few who were had mates to work out their frustrations.
But not her, not after her piss-ant husband ran off. He knew going into that marriage that she was the dominant one, but near when Kiba was born he started growing a spine, and she could respect thatâ¦to a point, but she was the head of the clan. Eventually the gears started to grind and she caught him with another woman. Her rage that day had been epic, and people in bars still talked about it like some horror story. Two things had happened because of that. He had run like a frightened pussy and hadnât been seen since, and she hadnât been able to get laid since everyone of proper age was too scared to even court her, let alone take her to bed. For years, she was fine and able to operate with a combination of self-control, her own fingers and the rare prostitute, but her hand could only do so much, a hooker would cause trouble with her being a clan head and her self-control was almost worn to nothing from the past week.
Speaking of the past weekâ¦
Sniff, sniff, Tsume caught that loveable, damnable, cursed, blessed scent again, the one she hated to love and loved to hate, the one who had been driving her crazy for the past week was nearby, and she couldnât restrain herself from seeking them out. She followed the scent through the forest, its increasing intensity making her hornier and more feral. Whoever this is, sheâll probably just tackle them, rip off their clothes and fuck them where they lay. As she closed in, she could catch some panting and light moaning, she got low to the ground and peered carefully ahead. The source of that arousing, intoxicating scent wasâ¦
Naruto Uzumakiâ¦
Tsume lightly growled in arousal, he was leaning forward against a tree, playing with himself and had, at some point, shed his clothes and, in Tsumeâs heavily lust addled mind, looked as if he was presenting himself. Tsume quickly and quietly shed her own clothes, but held on to her arousal-soaked panties. She moved quickly
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