capitulo 11

'Well? Do you choose to back out, Naruko?'

So many things were running through her head.

There was the burn of the shame, of the humiliation. She had burst into that room intent on reasserting herself, intent on telling Sasuke that just because he had a massive cock and had conquered her wife didn't mean that he could walk all over her.

Now she was down on her knees, his cock only inches away, coerced into her female form with him staring down at her.

'This is my house now. Hinata is mine. Himawari is mine.'

And yet, he need not to have said it; Naruko had already known it.

'When you're in this form...you're mine too. You belong to me.'

She had known that to.

Not so long ago, she had been on that very bed getting fucked by him in this form. She'd known then what he had so crassly pointed out just now—he owned her. When he was inside of her, there was nothing she could do to resist. She was but a pawn in his game when she was Naruko, and she wasn't even sure if she wanted to put up a fight.

It was as Hinata had said: once you submit to him, there was no going back.

So at last, she had a choice to make.

Sasuke had laid claim to her family, her home. Maybe Hinata would still be her wife...but she would never be hers, not anymore. 

He was giving her the choice to back out. Sure, things wouldn't go back to how they were. She would have to get used to the couch, to long mornings listening to her wife getting fucked, to the taunts of a hung Uchiha who had so thoroughly conquered her family.

But she would have her pride. She would have been the exception, the one who didn't submit. She could hold her head up high and look at herself in the mirror.

Yet, she knew where her heart lay. Where her body lay.

For when she stared at that beautiful cock...when she looked up at him and saw that look in his eyes...when she looked past him and saw Hinata looking oh-so-content on the bed…

Naruko knew what her answer was.

"...don't want to back out," she mumbled, staring at his feet.

Sasuke smirked.

"I'm sorry?" He tilted her head up, forcing her to stare into his eyes. "What was that?"

Again, an assertion of his dominance—he wouldn't let her off with a half-hearted, cope-out answer. She would have to look him in the eye and admit her submission to him.

Naruko gulped.

"I don't want to back out," she told him. "I want to stay."

Sasuke stared down at her for a long moment.

The silence dragged on for so long that she began to shiver—her heartbeat thudded in her ears. Her chest began to heave.

Then he reached down and patted her head affectionately; he smiled.

The relief that blossomed in her chest was so overwhelming, so sudden, that it made her light-headed. She beamed up at him, her smile white and blinding, her big blue eyes radiant.

Sasuke offered her a hand.

Hesitantly, she took it. With ease he pulled her up, and she stared up at him, still beaming. They stood face-to-face, her grinning and he smiling ever so slightly.

Hinata stared at the scene from the bed, a soft smile on her lips and a fond look in her eyes.

"I'm…" Naruko exhaled. "I'm exhausted," she admitted.

"Couldn't sleep last night?" Sasuke jabbed.

"No, I guess I couldn't," she replied, her tone bitter. "It's not like you guys got much sleep either."

Hinata giggled from the bed. "Well...I slept very soundly when I did get to bed," she said quietly.

Sasuke turned toward her, a smirk on his lips. "I didn't know passing out counted as falling asleep," he said.

Her cheeks turned pink. "I did not pass out," she insisted. "It was- oh whatever, you won't believe me anyway…"

"I won't believe you because it's not true," said Sasuke.

He turned toward Naruko, to see that she was texting on her phone; he gave her a questioning look.

"I'm just sending a text to Shikamaru telling him I'm going to be in late today," she explained. "After all...I have plans."

"Plans?" asked Sasuke.

Naruko grinned.

Three minutes later, they were all on the bed.

Wrapped, cocooned in the blankets.

Because quite frankly, they were all tired—Naruko's back was killing from sleeping on the couch, and both Sasuke and Hinata hadn't exactly been sleeping much the last few days, either.

Instead, they had decided to nap.

Sasuke laid in the middle. On his left, Hinata had her head against his chest, her arm on his leg, a sleepy smile on her lips as her eyes slid closed. And on his right was Naruko, who held him tight and was out-cold within seconds, the slow rise and fall of her chest rhythmic in nature.

He repressed a sigh, not wanting to wake them up.

A year ago, if someone had told him that he'd end up sharing a bed with the Hokage's wife, he wouldn't have believed them. And if someone had told him that the Hokage would transform into a woman and end up sleeping in the same bed with them at the same time...he would think that person was an absolute lunatic.

Yet here he was.

Yet here they were.

'She's mine now,' he thought, staring down at Naruko.

He glanced toward Hinata.

'They both are.'

Images of Sakura, Himawari, and Sarada flashed in his head.

He rested his head against the pillow, listening to the soft breathing of the two women.

Slowly, he wrapped his arms around them.

With affection, they snuggled closer yet to him.

He exhaled.

And surrendered himself to the tiredness he felt.

As one, the three slept.

Himawari came home some time in the afternoon.

Sasuke and her dad's cloaks were at the door...and Hinata was definitely home. Yet, there wasn't a sign of them anywhere. Surely she would hear at least some thumping and moaning, thought Himawari.

A minute later, up the stairs and having made sure they weren't in the kitchen, Himawari gently opened the door to the master bedroom.

She saw them.

A soft smile spread across her lips.

'Maybe I'll have to get used to having two moms now,' she thought, gently closing the door.

Though she would be pissed if Naruko started cutting into her time spent getting dicked down…

...it would be nice to have to finally stop having to dance around that awkward tension that had plagued them since she had first become Naruko.

She paused.

Then she went back and opened the door.

A moment later, she was hopping downstairs, a sly grin on her face.

Sasuke would be pissed that she had snapped a picture of the three of them.

But it was so cute that she hadn't been able to resist the temptation.

Himawari was still grinning to herself even as she went about making herself a bite to eat.

'Naruto finally gave in? About time, I'm surprised it took this long. I'm taking tonight off. Want to order out?'

'I'm actually over at Hinata's. She's making dinner soon. I'm sure if you wanted you and Sarada could come over and join us.'

'That sounds like a plan. Besides, we have plenty to talk about…'

The table was set with six plates.

Sasuke sat at the head of the table—straight-backed and with a blank face, nothing looked out of the ordinary when it came to the Uchiha. Yet, underneath, his foot tapped.

Himawari sat in the first chair on his left, and it was clear the tension was getting to her. She looked around at all in the room, wondering what the hell had everybody so wound up.

Sarada sat in the first chair on his right—and she only had eyes for Sasuke. Puppy dog eyes, heart-eyes, anything and everything could describe them. Yet, it was clear to all in the room that the only thing that kept her from jumping his bones was common decency.

In the second chair on Sasuke's left was Sakura...and she had a curious look on her face. She bit her lip, looking from Sasuke to Sarada, then to a certain blonde sitting at the table, and then back to Sasuke. After a moment, she sighed, then leaned back in her chair, looking strangely at peace.

In the second chair on his right was Naruko...for she had remained in that form all day. Quite frankly, she was a bit of a mess—her head was still spinning. Sitting here at a table with all the people in the world that knew her dirty little secret could do that to someone. Yet, when she looked to Sasuke, the world seemed to get a little clearer, and she seemed to calm ever so slightly.

And at the stove was Hinata, who was smiling, hummingly slightly, seemingly perfectly content with all that was going on. She was just finishing up their dinner for the night—a task entrusted to her for obvious reasons, as half of the people in the room thought instant ramen counted as a gourmet meal.

Not much later, dinner was served.

For a long while, there was simply silence, and the sounds of people eating. One-by-one, they all finished, yet none of them excused themselves from the table. Only when the last person (Hinata) finished did they all look up, staring at each other.

"Maybe we ought to address the elephant in the room," said Sasuke, a tense look in her eyes. "Sarada is a recent addition to this...arrangement. And we all knew about that incident with Naruko not so long ago, but, we all need to acknowledge her as a more permanent fixture now. So, let's get any questions out of the way now."

Sakura cleared her throat. "Are you going to...stay like that Narut- Naruko?" she asked.

"In public, I'll definitely stick with Naruto," the blonde said. "As for in private...I don't know. Maybe it'll depend on the mood—sometimes I just wanted to get fucked, other times I just want to watch all of you get fucked."

"And sometimes, I may just want to humiliate her in her male form," Sasuke added.

"That too," Naruko murmured, nodding. "So really, the only answer is that...I don't have an answer."

"Hm." Sakura bit her lip.

"What do we call this whole situation?" asked Himawari. "I mean—you two are married," she said, gesturing to Sasuke and Sakura. "Mom and...mom. You guys are married too. Yet we're all-" She gestured wildly around the table. "With Sasuke. Is this a short-term thing? Or are we in it for the long haul?"

There was a moment of silence.

"Do any of us want it to be a short-term thing?" Hinata asked, her voice soft, and yet carrying around the table with ease.

Despite the tension and uncertainty from before...no one spoke up. All of them looked to Sasuke, then to each other. There was a sense of community—they were all in this together.

"Guess that answers that," said Naruko, leaning back in her chair.

"How do we handle the obvious?" Sarada asked.

"The obvious?" Sasuke looked at her questioningly.

"...there's one of you, and five of us," she said quietly. "And I don't want to speak for them...but I want as much time with you as I can have, Papa."

Sasuke laughed.

"I think I've handled myself just fine so far," he said. "I wouldn't worry about that—if you want me, just come get me."

To his surprise, the girls all shot him a variety of grins, ranging from Himawari's lecherous one to Hinata's flowery one.

"If that was the case, I imagine you wouldn't spend a second without one of us wrapped around you," Himawari pointed out, her grin widening by the second.

Sasuke smirked. "At this point, I'm pretty sure that's already the case."

"I feel like this is a moment we should remember," said Sakura. "Like we should take a group picture or something."

"I have a camera upstairs," Hinata murmured.

"I remember," Sasuke said slyly. Hinata's cheeks turned pink.

"A group picture?" Naruko murmured. "Actually, I'm totally down for that."

Ten minutes later, and they were all in the living room. A clone of Naruko was operating the camera, while the six of them arranged themselves to set the scene.

Obviously, Sasuke was in the center. There was some squabbling as to who sat where, but eventually, they decided on this: Sakura and Sarada were on his right, while Hinata, Himawari, and the original Naruko were on his left. They were all cocooned and curled up against him, and he had his arms wrapped around as many of them as possible. Most importantly, they were all smiles, big wide grins as far as the eye could see. It was heart-warming.

"Ready?" asked the camerawoman Naruko.

There was a chorus of nods.

"Three, two, one…"

There was a click, a flash, and the picture was taken.

"What do you think?"

"I like it," said Hinata. She leaned over, giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek. "And I like this form of yours too," she added.

Naruko grinned. "We just have to remember to put it away if we have company," she murmured.

"Yeah."

The picture came out about as well as they could have hoped—and it had been easy enough to print it out, and to find a spare frame stowed away in a closet.

They put it right in the living room, alongside other photos. Now, alongside the photo of their wedding day and their family photo...was a picture of their new family.

Naruko stared at the photo for a little longer. And then, her gaze drifted over to the other photos.

For a moment, she stared at a particular photo. One that she'd dug out in the bowels of a long-abandoned home, left untouched out of respect.

'I wonder what she would think if she could see me now,' she thought.

Naruko sighed.

Hinata gave her another kiss on the cheek.

"I'm happy that you made the right choice," she said quietly. "I am sorry that Sasuke had to get...rough."

She smiled. "He put me in my place," was all Naruko could say. "And I can't blame him for that—I was in denial." She puffed out her chest, looking to her wife. "I'm happy I made the right choice, too."

"Good."

After yet another kiss, Hinata tiptoed away. Naruko cast one more glance at the pictures, before following after.