Make Me Forget

That Naruto Touch

Naruto had never tried to have sex with four clones and bring himself and all of them to orgasm before. He had never had any kind of group sex before, and some aspects of it were not what he had expected. For example, he hadn’t expected that he’d be getting his own ejaculate on his own face, but when five Naruto’s are cumming around one woman, a lot of sperm sort of just gets lost in the shuffle. When that sperm hit his eye, he lost his hold on the jutsu, and the clones poofed out leaving him alone with Sakura. But the sudden gaining of all that experience, on top of three previous bouts of love-making and a day of training with a thousand clones, was too much and Naruto found himself sliding down to floor exhausted.

He tried to stay conscious to see how Sakura was handling things. She wasn’t moving. She wasn’t making any noise. It was sort of weird given how much movement and noise she’d been making only seconds before. Something was odd. Naruto tried to sense Sakura’s chakra and couldn’t feel it. She didn’t even look like she was breathing. Oh my god, something was terribly wrong. She’d burned out her chakra, passed out, and, my god, had she choked on his sperm? Had he killed the woman he loved?

Naruto grabbed for Sakura’s wrist and felt for a pulse. It didn’t feel right, but then Naruto was starting to panic and was exhausted. Help, he needed to get help. He was low on chakra himself, close to passing out. He didn’t feel like he had the energy to stand, let alone run for help or generate some clones to do that. But this was Sakura. He looked around the kitchen and noticed another totally odd thing—a bowl of uneaten ramen from the take-out he and Sakura had been eating. Naruto never left a bowl of uneaten ramen sitting around getting cold, but grateful for this bizarre stroke of luck, he gulped it down.

The food gave him more energy, and he summoned a clone to watch Sakura—it didn’t matter if it was a pathetic one unworthy of the great Uzumaki Naruto, future Hokage of Konoha. He quickly grabbed the towel on the floor, wrapped it around him and headed out the door of Sakura’s apartment to get help. He didn’t have to go far. On the front step of Sakura’s apartment building he was relieved to find Ino talking with Kiba, who was sitting on Akamaru, as well as Hinata and Shino.

Naruto gladly grabbed the doorway, swaying with exhaustion, “Kiba, Ina, guys, get Tsunade and Shizune, Sakura’s passed out, and I can’t sense her chakra. Her pulse is all weird. He let his head fall down and gasped for breath. When he raised his head, Ino and Kiba were gone and Shino was holding a passed-out Hinata. “Shino, is Tsunade coming?” demanded Naruto.

“Akamaru and Kiba are fetching her, and Ino’s gone up to help. Can you walk up the stairs or should my bugs carry you?” asked Shino, adding “I’m going to carry Hinata upstairs to Sakura’s place.”

“What happened to Hinata? Is she ill too?” asked Naruto forcing himself to stand. Shino took that as an answer and began moving up the stairs, saying, “She’s just fainted Naruto; surely you’ve noticed she often faints? Which number is Sakura’s apartment?”

But at the top of the stairs it was clear the open door was Sakura’s. Shino set Hinata down on the sofa, asking Naruto to fetch some water and smelling salts if there were any. Naruto let his clone in the kitchen with Sakura and Ino poof out, and with the extra energy was able to hustle into the bathroom to get water and look for smelling salts. It took him a while, and when he got back to the living room, Hinata was starting to come to. To his disgust, the minute he appeared, she fainted yet again, “Oh my god, she’s out again, she must be ill. Sakura said she went drinking. Is she drunk?”

Shino looked at Naruto like he was insane, amazed at how clueless the blonde was to Hinata’s problem. “Just go in the kitchen and be with Sakura, Naruto, stay in there; I’ll deal with Hinata, ok?” he said.

“Ok,” said Naruto entering the kitchen nervously. Sakura was still laying on the table, but Ino had covered her with her red bathrobe, and was wiping down Sakura’s skin with a wet cloth.

When Naruto came over, she promptly smacked his face. “Oww, what, was that for Ino?” he asked confused.

“You disgusting, disgusting pig,” was all Ino would say.

Then Kiba, Akumaru, Tsunade, and Shizune were pouring into Sakura’s apartment. Tsunade roared out, “Silence,” and began to examine Sakura. She quickly poured some chakra into Sakura, and soon Sakura’s eyes were blinking. Into the quiet silence of the fascinated spectators, Sakura murmured, “Ummm, oh, Naruto, that was incredible; let’s try this again on the bed next time.”

Huge bursts of laughter were not was Sakura was expecting. Opening her eyes to see her sensei, her female assistant, and Ino would certainly not have even made Sakura’s top 100 list of “things I expect to see after waking up from great sex.” She leaped up from the table shouting menacingly, “Naruto!” But when she spun around and caught a glimpse of Kiba, Shino, and Hinata, she just colored bright red, gasped, and burst into tears. The laughter immediately died down. Tsunade took charge, ordering out everyone, but Shizune and Naruto.

To say that the conversation between the four remaining people in Sakura’s apartment was awkward and tense was like saying a volcano was a spot of bad weather. Afterwards, no matter what amazing things were promised for the story, not one of the four participants would talk about it.

Needless to say, the announcement of Naruto and Sakura’s engagement the next day was not accidental. Naruto’s and Sakura’s close friends allowed themselves to be persuaded to say such things as, “Well, we all knew they were dating for the longest time” and “Yes, it’s nice they’ve finally gone public after secretly dating for months.” By the time the big stadium in Konaha had filled with everyone of importance from all the five nations for the final matches of the chuunin exam, Sakura and Naruto were old news. People still would point and giggle a bit, but at least the truly humiliating comments were only being tossed at them about five or six times a day.

Years later, they could look back and laugh, recognizing that if anything, Naruto’s orgy gone awry had made him seem very human to most people and certainly had made his clones much less scary. And few people thought of Sakura as shy, quiet, and timid any more—knowing that you enjoyed gang bangs with your guy on a regular basis sort of gives you a different reputation. And of course, when you start out your relationship in such a messed up way, pretty much every other problem or worry seems rather simple and solvable. Eventually even Sakura liked to joke, “Well, our relationship started with a big bang.” And, of course, they lived happily ever after.