Hot Springs & Gloryholes: One-Shot Collection

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Simple and peaceful times made conversation simple and peaceful.  And if you opened your ears and listened to the passersby in the marketplace, you could hear the trivial concerns of the village folk.  Really, Jiraiya was smart enough to always keep his ears to the ground, to the wall, to the sky, wherever he could to find vital information.

“Akatsuki’s base is unknown… but I hear that funds are fed through Amegakure.”

“The Sound Village?  It’s actually all over the place!  Orochimaru hides in the ground like a snake.”

Or… he could hear some juicy gossip.

“Kushina-chan is going to the onsen (hot springs) today!  Kukuku~  Imagine if there was a way to see through to the other side,” jabbered a lecherous man to his friend as they fawned over fish.

“Really,” groaned the other.  “Being part of the Hyuga clan would be so amazing.  They could see right through walls and watch her.”  The two snickered together, and moved on from the topic.  They had wives, so they could only discuss the idea of peeping on other women in these sparse and private moments.

But hearing of beautiful Kushina-chan visiting the hot springs had grabbed Jiraiya by the ear.  The supplies he was buying for tonight’s cookout alone in the woods slumped in his arms, his nostrils flared to big, wide discs, and his eyes transformed to sideways, happy crescent moons as if visualized the sight of Kushina sliding off a towel to get in the warm water and relax.

He had his estimations about her measurements – bust, waist, hips, thighs – but he needed to see them!  Needed to note any birthmarks or moles, the placement and size of her nipples and also their color!  Did she shave down there, or did she proudly flaunt a forest of fiery fur?!

“Um, excuse me, Jiraiya-sama.”

His daydream dropped – momentarily.

“What other vegetables did you want?” asked the female grocer, not at all his type in age, looks, and bust.

“Hmph!”  He set his bags down with a cocky, pensive grin and said, “A change of plans, I’m afraid.  I’ll have to pick these up later.”  Without confirmation, flabbergasting the woman as she tried to catch the leaning bags, he turned around and began to saunter away.  Though he lifted his hand in parting, and without looking back, he promised, “I’ll pay double if you take care of them until tomorrow.  But for now…”

His perverted face flashed, his tongue floundering lecherously.

“… I got an emergency at the hot springs~”

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It wasn’t a trivial matter when Kushina came visiting.  It wasn’t something that people would randomly speak of in conversation.  It was a warning.  Women spread it – out of jealousy, mostly – and men were both warned and enticed.  They’d love to get a glimpse of Kushina’s nakedness as any man would, but the dangerous truth was that her wrath on peepers was worse than Tsunade’s.  The story of Jiraiya almost meeting death when spying on Tsunade?  Kushina would have pushed him into death’s arms and leave a mangled corpse that would have to be mopped up.

Sure, she could sometimes play it off with a laugh after smacking, punching, or brutalizing Jiraiya in someway after he was being inappropriate.  But her modesty…!

She pulled off her green dress.

Her nudity…!

She carefully descended and stepped out of her mint-green panties.

It was to be revered!

She straightened up after taking off her panties, her breasts flopping a bit in motion, and pulled the towel around her.  The towel tightened and hugged her curves, and if it could, it would smile.  It came down only to her upper thigh; high enough to upset the mothers of the Mother Association, low enough to put men into a state of desperation and despair to see just a little bit more.  And by the smirk she had as she folded the corner of the towel into itself at her bust, it was evident that she knew it.

“Right,” she said to herself, flexing an arm and gripping her bicep.  “Let’s do it, tebane!”  She threw open the door to and open bath and…

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“C’mon, Kiba!  I won’t have you wasting time!”

“Tch, I don’t see why we gotta go.”  Kiba dug his pinky into his ear, giving his mom a disrespectful look.  “The terrain’s changed, so I wanted to do some mapping with Akamaru.”

“Akamaru has his examination, and you can’t be there,” Tsume snapped with clumsy exposition.  “And Akamaru can’t go to the hot springs!  So right now is a perfect chance for bonding!”  It was set up to sound like a pleasant adventure, but the harsh and coarse nature of Inuzuka Tsume made it sound like a trip to the hot spring was going to be a grueling challenge.

And Kiba didn’t even really care for the hot springs.  He liked the freshness of lakes.  Hot springs got his blood boiling.  Maybe if it was with his friends – namely Naruto or those nameless clowns who ran in those obscure circles with him – he’d have a better time.  But his mom always liked to reign him in, like training a dog to sit still when there was a slab of meat set down in front of him.  For all her bluster, Tsume liked to keep tranquil in the bath, and anything that disrupted that tranquility would get a bite worse than her bark.  And her bark was pretty terrifying itself!

There was no use arguing, though.  Tsume was more terrifying than Yoshino and kept her pups in line by way of the backhand.  So with a bit of a scowl that certainly carried the promise of parental violence, Kiba straightened up, grabbed the usual kit for the hot springs, and followed his mom.

She walked proudly ahead, him slumping behind.  “Today is a good day to enjoy yourself and relax.  The weather is perfect.”

Perfect to cook an egg on any rock outside.  Kiba was already sweating, the sun unmercifully scorching the village in repair.  And should they really be so lax when war was announced?  Kiba was being honest when he wanted to check out the terrain after that Almighty Push that pulverized Konoha flat.

They arrived at the hot springs, and when Kiba planned to split from her, Tsume grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and yanked him with her to the women’s side.  And of course, he acted bashfully.  “I can’t go over there!  That’s…!  That’s the…!”  His immature, hormonal mind was reeling images, fantasies he’d had of actually making it over to that side when Kurenai-sensei was bathing with Anko.  But with his mom, he couldn’t blubber and gush like a pervert.  It was humiliating.

“I said today was about bonding,” Tsume snapped back at him, dragging him along to the women’s undressing room.  He kicked and flailed in protest, even if there was a particular willingness to his actions.  He was tossed in ahead of Tsume, and just as he caught himself, he saw and smelled that… no one was here.

“Did you think I’d bring you to feast your eyes on unsuspecting women?  You’re still clearly a fool, Kiba.”

He turned to her with a growl and a scowl, though it was hard to tell if it was from embarrassment or disappointment.

Either way, Tsume had already begun to nonchalantly undress.  Her Chunin vest, her shirt; nothing Kiba hadn’t seen before.  She often walked around the Inuzuka complex in just a tank top and panties; no bra, so there was a lot of obvious bouncing that… well, was hard for a prepubescent son to ignore.

He wouldn’t blatantly check her out here, nor would he at home.  Disrespecting her meant painful discipline.  So he put her to his back and began to undress as well.  She, in the meantime, explained that no one would show up and they had a full hour of bonding ahead of them.  Kiba rolled his eyes, suppressing a groan.  A whole hour?  Akamaru’s appointment would be done in half that time.

“Now come on, Kiba!”  Tsume swept past him, dressed in a full-body towel while he was hastily tucking a towel around his waist.

Calm and dreamy atmosphere…  Steam rising, water trickling and smooth.  Tsume took a moment to admire it; hands on hips, feet spread pretty wide for a woman in nothing but a towel, and a great grin on her feral face.  “Enjoy the peace and solitude, Kiba!” she said as a joyful command, turning and finding her son’s lackluster “Yeah, yeah” worthy of a hand smacking down on his head.  He complained, throwing out his fists to the side, but nonetheless was obediently led into the water.  That tranquility she was so passionate about was ruined by her admonishing him and the graceless splashing of her leading him into the center of the pond.

She shoved his head underwater, growling, “Now pipe down and enjoy it.”  She let up, and he resurfaced with a desperate breath of air.

Wheezing, he held his throat and admonished her with a glare she would hardly be bothered by.  “What was that?!  What kind of mom tries to drown her own son?!”

Tsume smirked like it was a compliment, already settling in and stretching her arms out along the outside of the springs.  “Ridiculous,” she chided him.  “As if you would drown from a few measly seconds underwater.”

“That’s not the point!”  He had his fists up – defensively – but the look on her peaceful face made Kiba ease back.  Rarely she would have such a placid look on her face, and an obligation – whether as a son or as a man – he chose to let the matter drop.  Not without a dismissive scoff of disapproval, but he plopped down next to her.  And soon, all was still in the water.

Not much bonding going on, he thought after a handful of minutes, his eyes going up to the open sky overhead as a crow flew by.  He peeked over at her, wondering if maybe she was taking notice of anything.  But she wasn’t.  Her eyes were still closed, her arms still stretched across the stone rim.  How could such an aggressive woman find inner peace like this?

Her chin suddenly tucked, her fang peeking as she grinned from a thought.  “It might’ve been nice to bring some sake with us, huh?”

Kiba looked unimpressed by the suggestion.  “I don’t like alcohol,” he said, and she threw her head back with great, hearty laughter.

“Not for you, Kiba!  Hahaha!”

He continued to grimace at her joke.  Her laugh was kind of scary.

And then the entryway was thrown open with a clack! and a “Time to enjoy myself, tebane!”

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Naruto was bored.  Becoming the sudden savior of Konoha – though not in time to actually save it – had made things… strange with the villagers.  Strange in that he was pestered by the very same strangers that had scorned him for no reason other than he was the carrier of the Nine-Tailed Fox.  And for that reason, he was mostly alone, only a couple of years ago coming into his own and making friends one by one.

But those friends were busy or missing in action, all coordinating to return to a life before Pain invaded and had to be put down.  Luckily, Captain Yamato could use the revered Wood Style and create a general layout of the village.  Whatever work Naruto was willing to do, he was bogged down by admirers or refused with smiles and the excuse “You’ve already done so much for us, Naruto!  Let us take care of this!”  They didn’t understand that it was difficult to just keep still.

“Ugh~” he groaned, sitting on a bench and looking up to the sky.  “There’s nothing to do.”  He paused, gave that some thought, and then looked sideways like something bitter had rolled by.  “Well, nothing anyone will let me do.”

Even Ichiraku was closed down.  Old man Teuchi got his bar up and running almost immediately, but today, he was out at the quarry as a special chef.  And Naruto couldn’t think to bother him to make him a bowl when there were other people who were actually hungry and working for it.

“What I wouldn’t give for a nice steaming bowl,” he slurred, visualizing a bowl of Ichiraku’s famous miso pork ramen, with extra pork.  He drooled and lapped at his lips.  Steaming… just like…

Naruto jumped up and remembered!

“Hey, the hot springs are at the edge of the Village and weren’t hit by the blast!”  He clicked his heels together as he made up his mind.  “I haven’t been there in a while, anyway!  I’ll soak for a bit…!”  And then he gave a devious, sidelong smile, muttering as if someone were listening, “And maybe get a little show, tebayo.”

No one could think of visiting the hot springs at a time like this, though.  The foot traffic did not exist, and while that put a damper on the idea of a show, the bath was still the main reason why he’d come.

No one at the front?  Naruto shrugged.  It wasn’t totally unusual, and he wasn’t up to any mischief today; not if there was no one around to enjoy it.  So he went casually to the men’s side, lamented the loneliness, got undressed, but when he when to put his clothes in the basket…

There was someone there!  One other!

Naruto’s eyes narrowed skeptically.

One other… who carried a large scroll and wore wooden sandals everywhere.

It was too suspicious, and Naruto hastened to confirm.  “Ero-Sennin!!”

And sure enough, the old Toad Hermit was there, none-too-discrete on his hands and knees behind a rock in the back, his face pressed up against the bamboo divider.  No doubt studying the dialogue of women’s bouncing boobies on the other side of the wall!  But the interruption had to be addressed.  “Tch!  Of all times,” he grumbled, and pouted like he was a child himself.  “What are you doing here, Great Hero?  Shouldn’t you be out basking in your newfound glory?”

Naruto’s jaw jutted to match Jiraiya’s childish scowl.  “Don’t say that like I did it to win some popularity,” he griped, and began to head over until Jiraiya thrust his hand out at him.

“Now wait right there!  What’s a stripling like you doing approaching his sensei so flagrantly?!”

“Tsk, what’s it matter, Ero-Sennin?  Unless you’re up to something pervy.”

“Heh, research gathering is far from a pervy business,” Jiraiya refuted with that suave smile that was meant to distract from the hypocrisy of his nobility.  He then turned back to what he was doing, dismissing Naruto with a lazy wave.  “Now get out of here while I get back to work.  Annoying brat.”

That was it.  Naruto could only take so much of his mentor’s jibe before he had to retort.  And it wasn’t like two years ago.  Now he could stand on equal footing with his master.  “You’re not ruining my visit by acting like a lecher, tebayo!”  He lunged onto Jiraiya.

“Who’s ruining whose visit, damn brat!”  Jiraiya wrestled Naruto into a stranglehold.  “Just buzz off and come back in an hour!”  But Naruto refused to endeavor to appease his perversions.  He slipped out of Jiraiya grip and went to pull him down by the middle.  But Jiraiya was more steadfast, bracing his feet – with some Chakra help – and held against Naruto.  His eyes glinted at the chance.  “Now face the wrath of the ultimate breaking method!”  He grabbed Naruto by the sides, but not to hurl him.  Instead, he went right to tickling, digging his fingertips in to really coax the nerves and break Naruto’s strength almost immediately with a fit of giggles and squirms.

“You – ahaha! – you damn lecher!  Gyahaha!!”

“Heh, the tickle torture has been my specialty for ages!  Men and women alike are powerless to…”

“What’s going on over there, tebane!” came the roaring voice of an angry Red-Hot Habanero from the other side of the fence.

Jiraiya stopped, his blood running cold, and even Naruto, with the abating of the tickle treatment, had to look, and his blood ran cold as well when he saw just what Ero-Sennin was so fixated on.

There’s a hole at the hot springs?!

copy-chan folds his arms smugly and nods in approval of this marketing ploy.

“Is that you, Jiraiya-sensei?!  Are you peeping again?!”

Jiraiya grimaced.  “What a bother.”

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“Time to enjoy myself, tebane!” Kushina cheered when she opened the sliding door heading out to the bath, expecting to find a nice, empty pond to splash in and enjoy as a true descendant of the Land of Eddies.  However, to her shock, she found herself facing down two Inuzuka: Tsume-san and Kiba.

The older Inuzuka scoffed and sneered.  “What’s this one doing here?”

The latter Inuzuka gaped, his eyes running over the beautiful Uzumaki’s nearly-naked form.  Leg!  So much leg!  And she was in an open stance and with breasts shoved up in her towel.  Well, if she was more endowed like the Fifth…  Oh, no matter!  Kushina-san in a towel was lovely anyway, especially with that sudden look of cute confusion.

Cute confusion that quickly turned to crinkled anger.  “What are you two doing here?”

“That should be my question to you, Kushina-san.”

“I made plans to come here,” Kushina defended herself with a thumb pointing at her chest.  “I haven’t been here for days!  I’m overdue, as a proud member of the Uzumaki clan!”

“But I’ve reserved the hot springs right now.  Kiba and I have been meaning to bond for a while.”

“I never wanted to bond in the hot springs,” Kiba muttered, only to have his head pushed underwater and held there while the adults talked; they could ignore the commotion of his flailing hands splashing desperately.

“You may have the bath after we’ve had our time,” Tsume told Kushina unyieldingly.

There was a challenge in her sleek and wild eyes, and Kushina instinctively reacted to it.  “Oh?”  She put one hands on top of the other and cracked her knuckles.  “Is that how it is?  Then it looks like we’re gonna have an argument, tebane.”

Tsume’s free hand scratched the rock border of the pool.  “Not if you follow orders.”

It wasn’t a rivalry between them so much as it was a bout for territory.  Under normal circumstances, these two mothers got along very well as the outsiders of the Mothers Association.  But when it came time to relax, they both needed a wide berth.  Kushina wanted room to laugh, have fun, splurge and kick her feet in the water without anyone complaining that it was no way for a woman – “Especially a mother,” Yoshino had blustered before – to behave in a public bath.  Tsume wanted tranquility and a chance to train her rowdy boy to come to heel at command and draw strength from the peace within; she wanted that while drowning him at her side.

But perspective of both women suddenly spiked: Tsume from her keen awareness of her surroundings, and Kushina from knowing when a pervert was peeping.  “Jiraiya-sensei?” she muttered.  It felt like he was peeping – which was normal of him – but to be caught, to be able to sense his ero aura…!  He was slipping!  His peeping technique was normally so flawless and undetectable!  He was being loud… and was that… laughter she was hearing?

Laughing at her?!  Ludicrous!!  Jiraiya-sensei would go into a coma if he saw her naked glory!

“What’s going on over there, tebane?!”  She stormed over to the source of the noise, her feet slapping on the wet stone.  “Is that you, Jiraiya-sensei?!  Are you peeping again?!”

There’s a hole at the hot springs! she discovered with not much surprise.  With how often Jiraiya-sensei spent his time searching for inspiration, it was a wonder the whole lining of the hot springs was not resemblant of Swiss cheese.  But she went to that spot and struck through the hole, indiscriminate if there was a face in the way or not.  The Red-Hot Habanero only sought destruction when she was on the warpath, even if the one she found sprawled out on the other side of the fence was

“Naruto?!!”

“Mom!!”  Naruto quaked on the ground.  That fist tearing through a fence that was meant to withstand a Rasengan!  That was the stuff of nightmares!  And considering the precarious circumstances he found himself in…!  He struggled to sit up and right his towel on his waist.  “It-It’s not what you think, tebayo!  Yeow!”

She wouldn’t hear of it and just grabbed him by the ear, tugging him over to join the women’s side of the bath.  Tsume had already sauntered over to help deal with the peeping pervert.  Her money had also been on the revered Sannin, but Naruto wasn’t much a ways off from the top of the list of perverts in Konoha.

Tch.  Neither is Kiba, she thought dismally, briefly acknowledging her own son who was experiencing a new appreciation for life since breathing air again.

“Perving at the hot springs?!  I raised you better than that, tebane!  You’ve been around that hermit lecher too long!”  Kushina tugged and tugged at Naruto’s ear like she wanted to remove it from his skull.  “Did you think you’d just be able to get away with it?!  Wrong!  No Ichiraku for a month!  Two months!”

“Ow-ow-ow!  It wasn’t me, Mom!” Naruto futilely professed his innocence.  “Ero-Sennin…!”

“You’re right, it is Jiraiya-sensei’s fault!  You won’t be around him anymore either!”

Only the smug sound of a woman in contempt eased the thrashing of poor Naruto’s ear.  “If the boy is wild off the leash,” Tsume lectured when Kushina’s glower turned to her, “then it is the trainer who is doing something wrong.”

Kushina’s eyes narrowed on her.  “What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked lowly, knowing fighting words when she heard them.

“Simply that Naruto could do with a bit of training himself.”  Tsume smirked as she raised an arm halfway up her body in a lopsided shrug before crossing her arms and bringing her bust to swell.  “Kiba doesn’t behave like that.”

Kushina wasn’t one to throw stones, but her dubious look did challenge that claim.  While a novice compared to the likes of Jiraiya-sensei and her Naruto, she had heard stories of Kiba trying to scale the barricade between sides of the hot springs and had made a comment or two about women that had earned him a well-deserved pummeling.  However, she liked Kiba; or at least, she didn’t have any issues with him and thought that he was a good, respectable boy most times, helping out with groceries from time to time with nothing asked in return.  Aside from some backside glancing when she wore those tightfitting spandex pants.

All that aside, Kushina scoffed at Tsume’s presumptuous remarks.  She dropped Naruto – he went down with an “Oomph!” and was locked to the ground under his mom’s foot – and crossed her arms to match Tsume’s pompousness.  If anyone would look down their nose here, it’d be her.  And if it was a challenge, she wouldn’t be the one to back down!

“Are you saying that you’d train him better?”

Tsume’s smirk became deeper, her eyes darker.  “If given the chance…”

“Ha!”  Kushina threw her head back with the laugh, and gave a few more cackles for a gloat.  “Fine then!”  She returned her smirk to Tsume and threw out a finger at her.  “If you think you can get Naruto to straighten up, then be my guest.  It’ll give me a chance to relax.”  As if to show that the tension was already leaving her, she flexed and stretched her arms.

It was an act that didn’t impress or daunt Tsume, who merely tucked her chin, shut her eyes, and gave a snorty chuckle.  “Very well, Kushina-san.  Since you wish to see the results of the finest trainer in all the Five Nations.”

“We’ll see about that, tebane.”

“Hey!”  Both sons were already up in arms, combatting this strange arrangement that was taking place right in front of them.  Naruto scrambled to his feet, pumping his fists angrily to his chest.  “Why are you talking about me like I’m not here?!  You can’t decide to put me into obedience training!”  Frantically, his hands threw out and waved around him.  “I just saved the whole Village, tebayo!”

“Hmph.”  Kushina turned, unimpressed by his plea for respect, and then cast him a severe glower of doubt.  “Jiraiya-sensei did a lot of saving too, and look how he’s turned out.”

Naruto’s fire of objection was quenched with that logic.  With that point of fact laid out, he felt he couldn’t argue… even though this mess started because Ero-Sennin was peeping!

“I thought today was about bonding,” groused Kiba, grabbing at his mom’s shoulder, though she didn’t even face him.  “What are you doing, making new plans after dragging me here in the first place?!”

Tsume frowned, still not facing him.  “A whining pup is pitiful, and you’ve done nothing but complain all day.”  She swatted his hand back, and he reflexively pulled away, knowing her vicious nature when she disproved of him.  When her head turned to him, cocked at an inward angle, reprimanding him with those feral eyes, she told him, “Find somewhere to train and to learn some patience.  Or else next time, I’ll beat the lesson into you.”

Kiba cowered, his eyes reduced to pitiful dots as he sweated heavily.  “Yes, ma’am.”

Across from them, as Tsume turned back and made small talk with Kushina about the conditions of this challenge, Naruto shirked somewhat, having overheard the Inuzuka mother/son exchange.  S-Scary, tebayo…

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“Okay, Naruto-chan~  Have a good time with Tsume-san~” Kushina sang, waving her hand flamboyantly overhead, acting like she was dropping off a preschooler on his first day rather than the new Savior of Konoha being forced to spend an hour – or however long Tsume had reserved the bath for – with Kiba’s frightening mother.  And much like a preschooler who was afraid of being abandoned in the care of a frightening stranger, Naruto blanched and could hardly muster the nerve to wave back, wishing that he was Kiba walking out of the hot springs with a victorious, mocking grin on his smug face.

Kushina was smiling too.  Maybe it was an inconvenience to be steered away from the hot springs, but she had her backup.  The hot springs were for the ambience and comradery with fellow Konoha patrons, especially after the devastation of an Akatsuki attack.  But not far from here, she knew of a little, cool spot that’d be more appealing to BEAT THE HEAT.

copy-chan does a shotgun fist-pump thumbs-up while the manager of the hot springs is tied up and gagged to avoid interfering with the unfolding scenario, thus explaining why no one ever catches characters in lewd acts in these stories.

When they were alone, the only sound being the water trickling back into the pool and minutes of uncomfortable silence pulled by one after another, Naruto looked at the woman he was in the care of.  She had sat back down in her spot, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the water.  Naruto just continued to observe her, though his eyes ticked to her chest out of interest.  She wasn’t busty like Baa-chan or even Kurenai-sensei… but they were still breasts, and they were still sizeable and stuffed up under her towel.

He gulped and switched his mind to other things that would not get him into obvious trouble.  He’d come in blind to the whole confrontation between his mom and Tsume-san, but he knew they created friction whenever they were together.  But on her own, when he and Kiba weren’t misbehaving – at which times, she’d mostly land her fist on Kiba’s skull – she was pleasant and motherly, treating him better than most other moms who scorned him and saw him as a danger to their kids.

And, he dared to go on, she carried an animal magnetism.  He could recall just a brief moment that was really nothing spectacular.  She was dressed in her usual garb of vest and pants, nothing different about her face or expression, but when she walked by him in the marketplace…  It might have been just unpredictable hormones flaring in his body, but he caught her in his eyes, got a whiff of some hot and earthy scent like fresh pine, and stopped him mid-step to turn a watch her walk away.  Normally, his fantasies during masturbation were reserved for Sakura-chan or Tsunade-baa-chan; someone with more traditional beauty.  He let his fantasy change to Tsume-san for a change.

“Sit.”

Naruto blinked.  “Huh?”

Tsume’s eyes opened just slightly, the wolfish slits turning on him.  “I said sit.”

“Oh!”  Naruto had to mind himself!  If just half of the stories Kiba said about his mom were true, then it’d be bad for him to make her repeat herself or defy her orders.  “Right!”  He stumbled into the water – which he realized he should have done earlier to suppress (or hide) an engorgement occurring simply from the prospect of bathing alone with a woman.

He started to drop into his seat, but again, Tsume barked an order at him.  “Over here.”  Her hand rose from the water and pointed straight down next to her.  She wanted him close and nearby.  Probably to swat my nose, tebayo…  With obvious hesitation and wariness, Naruto held his towel in place around his hips as he sloshed over to her, his strides noisy; he made a quick and earnest apology when his carelessness caught her face with a spatter of water, and aside from an annoyed tic of her eyebrow, she didn’t reprimand him.

He waited, half-expecting that he was about to do something wrong, and then chanced a seat.

“Closer.”

He jerked nervously.  He’d thought being in arm’s reach was enough, but apparently that would not do for the decisive trainer.  Did she want him in reach of her elbow?  Kiba’s horror stories involved Tsume practicing all ways to catch her undisciplined boy in all manner of beatings.  Gulping, Naruto wholly expected Tsume to suddenly lunge at him with an elbow strike and scold him for not being quicker.  He was mistaken, and as he scooted – using the cues of her eyes narrowing or softening – to an acceptable distance, she seemed to relax and finally tend to her own satisfaction rather than his placement.

They just sat there.

For how long?  Naruto faced down Pain and his Almighty powers, but the moms of Konoha were such a frightening bunch.  Each and every single one!

“Hm!  You’re tense,” Tsume suddenly said, and leaned forward, her eyes glinting sidelong at him.

“Am I?”  Naruto laughed awkwardly.  “I guess I’m just a little nervous being on the women’s side of the hot springs for once, tebayo!  Hee-hee!”

Tsume wasn’t a fool and gave a snide chortle, privy of his secret.  “You expect me to believe that, Naruto?”  She tapped the tip of her nose and said, “I can smell it when you lie.  Where do you think Kiba gets his nose from?”

Naruto’s jaw flexed and his body went very taut.

“That aside, you think I haven’t heard of your Sexy Jutsu?”

Yes, for a time, the Sexy Jutsu had worked in infiltrating the women’s bath, but he never got past the entrance to the dressing room.  Young and inexperienced, just walking in on Anko and Kurenai-sensei midway through changing had been a sight that knocked him out with a heavenly nosebleed!  That was when posters of his transformation – and later, Konohamaru’s – were put up: NO ENTRY.

Naruto recounted with trembling trauma the rage Kushina unloaded on him that night.  “Didn’t you learn anything from Jiraiya-sensei about not being caught, tebane?!”  Far more upset that he was made a pariah of perversion rather than an offender.  She could deal with his moral shortcomings better than his public crimes.

“Heh,” Tsume grinned wolfishly and muttered “Childish” to herself.  Naruto bowed his head in return, but was glad that she was not attacking him for his efforts.  Really, when hearing of his student’s exploits, Jiraiya had commended him, but gave tips on how he himself would have gone incognito and not have been found out.  “It’s all about atmosphere,” Jiraiya had snickered, winking at the unamused Naruto.

“Now that Kushina has left you in my care”—Tsume unexpectedly stretched an arm out in front of his face—“you’ll be getting the proper attention for a wild youth like yourself.”

Naruto had to gulp and ask, “Does it involve… hitting?”

Her hand shoved down almost as if to clobber him, pushing his face inches over the water.  “What makes you think that, huh?!  What stories has Kiba been telling you?”  She was snarling, and all those stories Kiba had told him seemed to be coming true.

“Nothing!” Naruto lied to save himself.

Tsume scoffed and let him up – much to his relief.  “I’m not as bad as he says, you know,” she lectured with a hint of offense to her character.  She folded her arms.  “He just seems to lack discipline.  I’ve been too soft on him lately it seems, if he thinks he can go around telling his friends lies about me.”

Naruto sat in a nervous slouch, sweating bullets, thinking that she was delusional if she said anything said about her was false.

“Well now, this is not just about you learning some discipline.”  She addressed the fold of her towel and unsettled it, opening it brazenly though Naruto balked outlandishly, jumping up from the water and holding his arms angularly in a terrible defense strategy.

“What’s that all about, dattebayo?!”

“I came here with Kiba to bond,” she said calmly, dragging the water-heavy towel out from the bath to splat on the surface behind her.  “Surely you and your mother have taken baths together, being from the Land of Eddies.”

“W-well…”  Naruto’s eyes went up, thinking of the times he and Kushina shared bathtime together.  Most were fond and pleasant memories, her leaning against the rim of the tub in their home, laughing as he did a naked dance outside.  But that was when he was much younger!  When he started to get erections at the idea of getting into the bath with his beautiful, seemingly-ageless mom, it was decided that they could take separate baths from then on.  And even so, she was pretty conservative about her nakedness, always having a towel handy for when he started to get bigger.

But the Inuzuka never stopped family baths.  Nudity was natural to them, and so was getting erections when watching Tsume or Hana stroll down the hall in very-little clothing.  When Kiba – at a younger age – was caught gawking at his room, his erection pressing out against his boxers, Tsume would shove him into his room in passing and say “Take care of it before leaving the house!”  He’d been wiser since, learning the art of discretion and control from that embarrassing encounter.  It just came with the territory of being in a clan of snappy dog-nin.

Unabashed, proud of her nakedness and even pleased by the way it made Kushina-san’s whelp hysterical, Tsume returned to her spread-armed lounging, her breasts wobbling freely on the soft waves created by Naruto’s flailing.  Her nipples were obscured by the water, but even in the sloshing blur, their color – a deep tan – was apparent; Naruto tried not to notice, but it was much too late for that when his eyes instinctively went to them.

“Well?”

Naruto flinched, waking from the natural, captivating genjutsu of boobs.

Tsume pointed sharply at him.  “Lose it.”

His arms dangled, his posture slumped from the gravity of the request… or command.  “… What?”

“Bonding is a matter of being exposed and vulnerable with one another.”  She rested her arm and gave a look of smug anticipation.  “Now remove your towel.”

Contrary to what he’d been told to do, Naruto secured the towel about his waist and clutched his legs together.  “But-But I can’t do that in front of you, tebayo,” he exclaimed in a shuddering voice.

“Do you think it is the first time I’ve seen an erection?”

“Ah…!”  Naruto felt encased in ice despite the heat.  Her deadpan logic had caught him entirely off guard, and it embarrassed him that she had guessed correctly about the state underneath his towel.

It wasn’t a full-mast erection, of course, and it wasn’t a guess.  Tsume’s nose could easily pick up the scent of hormones and pheromones of an excited boy dragged to the women’s side of the bath.  Even if by his own mom’s hand, Naruto was still an eager youth for the joining of a lovely naked lady.

“Don’t act so surprised,” Tsume said, raising an aloof hand while giving that cocky smirk to stroke her ego.  “An Inuzuka can tell when someone’s lying, hiding something, or even aroused.  It’s an obvious issue, but you don’t need to be embarrassed by it.”

Easy for her to say!  He was the one whose cock was starting to grow and succumb to palpitations from being the topic of conversation.  Even the weight of his wet towel couldn’t fully subdue his hardened meat; not to mention the severe discomfort of it bending downward.

He could deny it, but what was the point?  The nose didn’t lie.

Shaking nervously, he sank up to his mouth in the water.  And after a prolonged moment of stillness, the towel emerged, held up like a white flag.  “Is this good?”

Instead of smiling, Tsume scowled.  “What are you doing way over there?  Come sit next to me!”

Naruto was resistant, even if he didn’t want to be.  Peeping on women was entirely different from an open invitation.  It surrendered all control!  And in the hands of a fearsome mother, control was a very dangerous thing.

And Tsume continued to press him, sharpening her eyes.  “Must I go to Kushina-san and tell her of a disobedient son?”

“Gulp!!”  Naruto’s mouth tightened and pulled as if it was unsure that he should grin or grimace.  He wound up resembling a frog, choosing to boil in soup than jump out of the pot.  But then his resistance gave way, and he floated over with a hesitant “Fine…”

At last, Tsume gave a smile, even if Naruto was keeping some distance between them, forcing himself to look away and not size up the bust that freely floated in the water.  Lean meals and frequent exercise sure helped keep the fat trimmed, but there wasn’t much lost at her chest after two nursing births.  They jostled playfully to one another, nudging to keep the attractive motion going until the water stilled.

Naruto could look away all he wanted, but his body was already attuned to the climate and could feel the body of the woman beside him.  His cock was rigid and throbbing even as his hands tried to block it.

“Kushina-san has been raising you all wrong,” Tsume suddenly announced, moving a bit closer to Naruto so that he was within her arm’s reach.  She seemed relaxed, and that relaxed Naruto somewhat, though his curiosity was stoked.  “She thinks it’s about dominating and reining you in.  But a boy is bound to make mistakes and wants to have freedom.  Kunoichi are more focused than that; that is why there are separate classes when you are young.”  She gave a sort of scoff.  “There were lessons for boys too, but the Third Hokage removed them when he became Hokage.  Maybe it was for the best.  There were less unexpected pregnancies, anyway.”

Naruto blinked, not having expected a history lesson.  He’d never heard of such training!  Then again, with how little attention he paid Iruka-sensei during class, he might have missed it…

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned”—Tsume turned to Naruto and gave that wolfish grin of hers—“it’s that you sometimes need to give a boy what he wants to settle him down.”  The arm that had snuck behind him leapt and yanked Naruto out of his seat, smooshing his face right into the center of her chest, making sure he was cradled nicely in her cleavage

Naruto’s eyes turned to wide white saucers the size of dinnerplates.  Just what was going on?!  Tsume-san’s boobs…!  Were around his face!!  They really were firm, but with that pleasant squishiness that made them mold around him.

“T-Tsume-san,” Naruto slurred with her tits pressing around him.  Aside from her name, he just couldn’t get anything else out.

“There, isn’t this what you were hoping to get out of spying?  Little pervert,” she scolded, her hand still pressing the back of his head into her sternum.  “Enjoy it now, Naruto.  Who knows if you’ll get a chance like this again.”

“Ahhh~!!”  Naruto exhaled loudly like he was nursing a fresh and open wound, careful not to strain himself.  The breathing patterns Ero-Sennin had taught him, the ones to slow the body’s responses and get control of himself, either to suppress panic or the Demon Fox within him…  They weren’t working.  His cock was twitching in dissatisfaction.  It could not stand the neglect!

Tsume had the answer, though.  After all, she need only one hand to compress Naruto’s face in her breasts.  The other was free to wander, and it wandered and swam and latched instinctively to his cock.  And the sudden and surprised “Oh!” that came from her betrayed her immediate fascination.  Large… and thick…  Bloated and heavy leaning against her hand when she took it to measure.

“Wait, Tsume-san,” gushed Naruto with a new shade of pink in his cheeks.

She wouldn’t wait.  Like a dog starved and then handed a bone, she seized her prize and would not soon relinquish it; not until she had had her fill.  “Rewards and rest are good after a victory,” she observed, now squeezing her fingers around him, “but there is still tension in a man relishing his victory.  Has anyone taken care of you yet?”

“Wh-What?”

Tsume’s full-mouthed smile flashed wide on her face.  “I thought not.”  She began to stroke him; amazingly-practiced strokes with stern inflections to the tip to really generate special shocks of pleasure that he hadn’t been ready for.  “Kushina-san might be a bit too lax for her son’s betterment.  Oh well.  I don’t mind taking on the challenge of satisfying the hero of Konoha.”

“Sa-Satisfying?!”  Naruto felt he was turning into Hinata, becoming so easily flustered and bumbling with every word spoken, though it was troubling to process much thought with the dual assault of having his face compressed in her chest and his erection becoming an ardent interest of her hand’s.  She knew what she was doing with him, that was true.  His own motions were never so methodical!

“Of course,” she affirmed, keeping that steady smirk on her face.  “Unless you don’t want to, but”—Her hand came from clutching his head to her breasts to cupping his chin and lifting him partway, her own face dipping to meet with an inch apart—“you’d be lying.”  To back her claim, she kissed… or actually devoured his mouth, sucking on his lips and lashing her tongue through them to confront his.  And in response, his tongue came to life and surged against hers like he meant to refuse and push hers out.  It was merely pretense, a bluster for a boy who didn’t know how to assert himself to a strong woman; he eventually sidestepped her tongue, grazing sideways against it, and made a play for her base.  She chased with a deepthroated, eager growl, tangling around him, her arms drawing about him in embrace so that her sharp nails could stab into his back and invoke an intense euphoria that should have hurt; instead, he felt it in his testicles, a sudden sting of delight that made them tighten and his hard cock throb impatiently.

Their mouths came apart, Naruto’s panting and her giving a long, heavy sigh of relief as mingled spit draped between them.  He was eager; she saw that lust cloud his otherwise bright and happy eyes.  Males were predictable.  Her hand went back down underneath him, to cup his balls, tease them a bit with scraping encounters of her nails before closing them in a loose holster as if to confirm that they would be safe and tendered by her.

But there was still some hesitation within Naruto, some spot that cried out “No!”  He looked at her pleadingly.  “What about… Kiba?”

The wry smile switched to a frightful glower, and the hand clutched his balls with malice.  “I don’t need Kiba’s approval to do as I please.”  In a rush, Naruto was turned around, taking Tsume’s spot against the rim of the pond, and found himself staring up the glorious form of the Inuzuka matriarch, the gentle ripples of her muscles carrying the flowing water as she stood up; her long, strong legs joining at her apex where there was a shock of chestnut-brown pubic hair crowning a labia engorged with arousal, prominently wide hips for good childbearing, the inward curve of her abdomen puffed with slight muscle tone, her high firm breasts with broader nipples from good childbearing, and a face grinning with fierce anticipation.  The water shimmered in its cascading rivulets, and Naruto was made to swallow.

“If you think you are dominant because you defeated the Akatsuki,” she chided before leaning deep at the waist, letting her tits jiggle freely into each other, “you’re wrong.”

“Hey!  What are you doing?!” exclaimed the blonde when he was hoisted out of the water, his ankles shackled by her hands.  Embarrassed by this exposure, his legs dangling from her grip, he flung his arms out to catch something for balance.  He felt vulnerable like this!  Dammit!

“The women of Inuzuka aren’t easily submissive,” crowed Tsume as she knelt towards his erection, splaying his legs and hooking them over her own as she rolled her sex towards his.  “Did you expect that we roll over and present ourselves?”  She gave something between a snort and a chuckle.  “Don’t make me laugh.”

Naruto shivered.  Everything Kiba had ever said about her fell deceptively short of how intimidating she truly could be.  Yet his cock was assured that there was nothing to fear, still pumping readily and meeting the cleft of Tsume’s cunt with a spurt of precum that landed on Naruto’s chest.  His legs pulled and hoisted around her, despite its submissive feeling, he kept his feet aloft when she let go of one ankle to set his cock’s course.  Upside down, it pointed its leaky head towards his face, so she had to redirect it properly.  He winced at the opposite bend, but did not complain when his tip was pushed into the thicket of hair at her pussy.  She dragged the sensitive tip around, spreading the pre-ejaculate across her woman’s mound, shoving up against her clit for provocation, yet not leading him into her channel.  She swished her hips left and right, chortling to herself as she watched the little spasms of desire play in his hands, ticking and twitching, making him claw at the ground.  His lips were pulled back from his teeth in a nervous shudder, his eyes observing the stiff dance of his cock against her swollen lips.

Kiba would be furious if he found out, dattebayo…

All that he said about his scary mom, Kiba was very protective of his clan regardless.  Doglike loyalty had been beaten into him since early childhood.

“Ready?” asked the feral woman, putting his head at her entrance, her arousal mixing with his.

She was already so soft and hot, just at her opening.  The lips plumped and promised a tight, warm hug should he take the invitation through her threshold.  Naruto’s drawn-back lips pursed up, he gulped, and he gave a nod of consent.

Tsume seemed impatient, like she’d charge him through to his base in one go and ride masterfully.  But her descent was controlled and gradual.  Let him feel it; let him experience every inch that he was surrendering to her.  In this position, she was supported on the balls of her feet in a very deep crouch.  The angle of Naruto’s cock did impede his enjoyment, but there was not much lacking as he went into her.  She made some theatrics, swinging her hips a bit or coddling her breasts together and strumming a finger across her nipples, all enticing to Naruto and feeding his enthusiasm.

His hard dick pulsed and the first landing of his precum smeared into her walls before he came up to her tender cervical wall.  Another dollop was procured by her, swept into her womb, infertile, but she’d siphon the vital fluid soon enough on her own terms.

She held onto his knees for support, and he instinctively locked his feet around her bottom to anchor himself.  “You’re much bigger than I expected, Naruto,” she said with some mocking reverence, and leaned.  “I’ll have to be careful.”

Naruto answered only with a sharp gasp as she began to ride him, her butt beating down on his, his cock stuffed almost completely inside of her but for the part that she could not withstand.  He stretched her nice and wide so that she too experienced every inch that was shoved inside of her, noting the grooves of his head outside his foreskin and the pronounced veins and the tube of his underside.  A good thing for his balls too, as they’d be mashed between them if she could contain the whole of his length.

“I’ve not been bred for some time,” Tsume admitted with hitching breath.  Each downward thrust resonated with her chest, wobbling the tanned globes against one another.  “I’m lucky to have found such a catch at the hot springs.”

Naruto wanted to nod in pride; instead, he nodded in submission, willing to agree with whatever she had to say.  Her need to be bred made him fire off another round of seedless excitement, but it was the way she pulled down on him, nearly swallowing him whole and crushing his tightened testicles in the process that made him seize up with fear.  But her body didn’t relax either, her walls coiling around him in eager anticipation, holding and hugging, promising sanctuary so long as he didn’t refuse her.

“Well?”  Her breath was becoming heavier, and even her tattooed face was showing a bleeding of red from the fang marks.  “How is it?  How is it to be dominated by an Inuzuka?”

That fear and elation…  Naruto winced.  “It’s… good, tebayo…!”  If not a little frightening…  His hands suddenly lashed out, catching her ankles.  Little he could do in ways of leverage, but intense physical training at least let him rise his hips to offset her downward thrusts.

More impressed than jarred by his attempt to meet her thrusts, she grinned.  “Then you’d like to go faster!”  Whatever he had intended by ways of equilibrium, she had tipped the scales with her advantage in position.  She hunkered down of him, now audibly grunting with pleasure and effort as she beat her pelvis down on him.  “Don’t underestimate the Inuzuka!  When it comes to breeding jutsu, there is no one better in the Five Great Nations!”

Naruto hadn’t room to disagree.  He opened his mouth and yelled out, forgoing any effort to try to interrupt or include himself in her rhythm.  She was teaching him, and he’d no choice but to obey.  She stabbed him again and again towards her cervix until the juices they had combined created a frothy-white substance that clung to him.

“Would you like to breed me, Naruto?” she asked savagely, finally becoming intoxicated by the rutting and losing her senses to the baser part of her instinct.  “I can feel it!”  She descended as far as she dared on his long cock, corking up the entrance to her womb with his stubborn tip.  “I can feel you twitching and releasing inside of me.”  She wasn’t wrong; the stockpile of precum was starting to accumulate within her womb significantly.  He was about ready to burst, and she’d claim every drop of his precious bastards.  Kiba would be glad for a younger sibling to act like a boss around.

Naruto felt his testicles start to tingle with impending relief.  His turned cock ached, the circulation trapped.  It was his doom to say it but…  “Yes, tebayo!!”

And yet… that displeased her.

“Hmph…”  Very well, she thought as she dismounted, and before Naruto could ask what had offended her so, she – bracing him from behind with her sternum to his back – began to satisfy him with her fist wrapped around his cock again, stroking vigorously while her tongue went to wash along his sac, lavishing either one, suckling when she wanted and only infrequently switching to nurse on the head of his dick.  When she was sucking on his scrotum and her hand was beating his upside-down dick, he came.  With all lack of dignity and shame, his ejaculation sprung out and began to spray all over his front; he shut his mouth immediately when a heavy wad came far too close to hitting the back of his throat.  And while she felt the palpitations of his earnest completion, Tsume continued to involve her mouth with his testes while rubbing the rest of his cum from him.  She didn’t stall or restrain her movements as a novice would; she knew a man liked the cock to be stimulated to the very end, after all his heaving and groaning had ended.  It was a bad practice of women to suddenly ebb and pace themselves when a man’s release was upon him.

The legs hanging over her shoulders tightened up to lock her head in place; fine by her, for she would not be so suddenly unseated from licking his pulsating balls.  Everything she did helped ease the very most out of him, and when his legs became slack and he gave that long, appreciative groan, she receded and let him lie down fulling.  His knees bent over the edge and into the pool, warming his feet while the rest of him cooled under his plentiful load.

Tsume sank next to his heaving form and dragged her fingers boldly through a patch of his hefty semen.  Not very translucent; each drop was packed with the future of the Uzumaki clan, and Tsume had to be impressed by that.  He would be a suitable breeder when the time came, but that he expected her to stay mounted on him because he wished it was his folly.  If he had kicked free of her, if he had wrestled and put her beneath him and drove his semen into her forcefully, she would have reared her hips, given him the occupation of her womb, and birth him a fine bastard to them both.

For now though, as she leaned towards his wet chest with her sharp grin, tantalized by the strong musk, his release would make a good treat of vitamins and protein.  Her tongue flashed out and stole a glob from the side of his chest.  Down her throat it went in a loud gulp.  Her pleased mouth opened with a sigh.  The scorching along her throat, the strong, acidic taste in her mouth; it didn’t detract her from further consumption, seeking out the thickest and gooiest patches first, flattening her tongue on his body and lapping up the mess he had made over himself.  Her lipstick was soon spattered with the traces of white that hadn’t made it into her mouth; a cleanup for later.  She traversed Naruto’s body with those cum-stained lips, kissing and nipping until he squirmed with rapturous fear that she’d take an actual bite out of his flesh.  Her tongue dragged through the cooling splotch near the outside of his right chest, carting the load in a circle around his nipple before latching around it – and the sperm – and sucking greedily as a babe supped from a mother’s teat.

She kissed him then in a sudden, wild mashing of their lips.  And Naruto wasn’t entirely braced for the pungent flavor still lingering in her mouth.  His mouth recoiled into a grimace, but that worked her up, got her to shove her mouth even harder against his, opening his jaw so that her cum-flavored spit could salivate into his mouth.  And to keep him off balance, her hand was at his erection – severely impressed that he had regained vibrant potency after so little downtime – and was stroking it.  The flesh was smoother and slippery with the application of his semen, and the direct application of it to his tip and beneath his foreskin was an experienced move on her part that made his rod tingle and burn with excitement with each stroke.

He wanted to fuck her again, and this time plant his seed where he must!  Despite the semen of her mouth, he shoved up from the ground with a moan and chased her tongue wherever it wriggled.  The corners of her mouth turned upward in a devious smirk.  Kushina-san had no idea how to train her boy.  Tsume would return him to her a docile pup who’d answer her call.

Her knee knocked his over in a stride to mount him, this time in a more traditional and relaxed pose.  She wanted relief too, and she’d get it from him by cock, hand, or tongue.  And the look in his eye, the desperation and the passion, told her that he was willing to make that happen.  She leered at him as his hand rushed behind her to direct his cum-streaked cock to her puffy hole again.

“You should show more patience,” she teased and scratched her nails down from his collarbone to his ribs.  “It was that recklessness that got you in this position in the first place.”

Naruto swung up from the ground, hugging her with one arm and shoved his face between her tits, groaning loudly and discovering her snatch with the head of his cock.  For once at a hot spring, he’d need to thank Ero-Sennin for his perversions.

He had just begun to sink into Tsume’s flared hips…

“NARUTO?!  TSUME-SAN!!”/“MOM?!  Grr!!  NARUTO!!”

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