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The blonde readied herself for war. A war with Sakura.

Ino stepped forward, head held high.

The short walk from her front door to her bedroom would have to be enough.

Or so the thought went. It was a nice thought. Heroic even, in its own way. Like she imagined the last fight between the First Hokage and Uchiha Madara might have been like if they hadn't been trying to kill each other. With more hugging and kissing and...

That had gone to a strange place.

Hot though. And the general sentiment was the same. There was going to be a fight and Ino was going to be the one that came out on to-

"EEP!" Ino hopped, both hands going to her bottom as she stumbled into the entranceway of her home with her dignity lost and her train of thought derailed. "SAKURA!"

"You still need to eat more," Sakura said, matter-of-fact; casual as she moved into Ino's line of sight with a wide (for Sakura) smile on her face. "But I found the experience to be more than adequate."

…One thing at a time.

"You just goosed me!"

That was a start.

"That is only somewhat correct. Somewhat." Sakura wagged a finger at the gawping blonde as she kicked off a sandal. "If we're being technical, I palmed you."

And gave Ino a squeeze she could still feel, but who was keeping track?

"Palmed-" Ino sputtered. "You called my butt adequate!"

That couldn't go unanswered. It just couldn't. Her pride, her status as a woman, wouldn't allow her to let that slide.

Her butt was great, damn it!

And she ate more than enough! More than she should in her opinion!

If there was a problem, it wasn't on Ino's end!

"More than adequate," Sakura corrected while Ino processed her upset, showing a hint of tooth in that smile of hers. "But I suppose you have a point." Her hair came undone with a flick of her wrist, falling down to her waist in waves and curls while she pocketed her pin...somewhere. "I haven't gathered enough data to say for sure."

So.

So.

This was how it was going to be, was it? This was how the night was going to go?

Okay. Sure. Fine. This hadn't been what Ino had been looking forward to, but whatever.

Two people could play at this game.

"The audacity!" Ino gasped, newly freed hand now at her chest. "The sheer gall!"

"Audacity, audacity," Sakura interrupted with a huffing laugh, free hair leaving her face to go over her shoulder. "Always audacity... I saw what I wanted. Thought about it. Considered the benefits of doing what I wanted. Debated any possible issues that could arise if I did so." Sakura dramatically clenched a fist. "And I took it."

…Ignoring how that was honestly sort of sweet for a second...

"You can't just - take my butt! That isn't allowed!" Ino sputtered, knowing full well that wasn't entirely true in a metaphorical sense. "You didn't even warn me before you did it! Animal! Bandit! Fiend!"

"Words without action are just air, Yamanaka. What is allowed and what isn't is all a matter of what is done in the aftermath, not what is said." Sakura's eyes were bright as those words left her mouth, the orbs raking Ino's body without hesitation. "What are you going to do about it?"

Oh. Oh.

She'd done it now.

Someone was begging to get worked like a carnival puppet, and it wasn't Ino.

...

It wasn't Ino right now.

"What am I going to - do about it?" Ino continued to sputter as she rolled up a sleeve on her work dress; Sakura covered her mouth with both hands and Ino rolled that sleeve up faster. "Come here and I'll show you."

Or damn well try.

Sakura was a better ninja than her by far. She knew more techniques. She was stronger. Faster. And she knew Ino's limits, just like Ino knew hers.

If Sakura wanted lumps though, Ino could give her lumps.

Sakura was asking for it.

"...Alright. Fine. I'll give you a chance. Just one." Sakura, hands still over her mouth and eyes still burning bright, got into Ino's personal space, unconcerned by the hell that was about to be unleashed upon her. "I'm here, Yamanaka." She leaned forward, loomed over the blonde until her face was the only thing in Ino's vision. "Show me."

She was literally asking for it.

Ino's eyes narrowed. A hot breath slid through the gaps of her teeth like lava from the earth. it's source beat with all the inherent fury of a giant's drum; thunder roared in her ears. "Forehead."

Sakura lowered herself even further. Further. As far as she could go without touching her face to Ino's; her own breath was an airy thing, the first note of a song underneath. "Pig."

Ino...did not see red. No. She did not see red.

She saw stars when her head jerked forward to slam into Sakura's with a solid clonk.

The dull ache in her skull was worth the chance to see Sakura go back on her heels, reeling, stunned and holding her forehead, her mouth opened in shock and eyes wide.

Ino didn't see Sakura like this often. Knowing that she was one of the few people that ever had, and most likely ever would, meant something.

"Why?" Sakura whined as she rubbed the red spot where Ino had hit her. Ino did much the same, just without the whining… Sakura's head was really hard and Ino felt kind of dizzy, actually. Ow. "Was that necessary, Ino?"

She'd done it, hadn't she? Wasn't that answer enough?

"Yes. Yes, it was. You weren't taking me seriously. And you said my butt was okay after copping a feel. I shouldn't have to explain this to you." Ino crossed her arms over her chest and lifted her chin. "I demand an apology, Haruno."

At the least.

"An apology? I… Hm." Sakura blinked. Then blinked again, a touch of color rising to her cheeks as still bright eyes looked up and away. "I'm sorry?"

Not good enough.

Ino had a fistful of Sakura's clothing and the girl brought down to her level faster than the blonde could process. "You're sorry...about what?"

She better get it right this time.

"I'm sorry for not taking you seriously, Ino. And you have a wonderful body. I was just trying to lighten the mood after… You know...that." Sakura wet her lips. A simple movement that made Ino purse hers as she nearly did the same. "I didn't mean to upset you." Sakura's blush deepened and her voice lowered. "I just couldn't wait."

Ino felt dizzy again. And not because of the headbutt.

Mostly not because of the headbutt.

"O-oh. I-I mean, that's normal. Of course you couldn't resist. I mean, it's me. And you're you. I mean..." It was now Ino's turn to look away with a cough. "When you aren't putting both feet in your mouth, you can appreciate works of art for what they are."

"It's easy to do when you can touch it."

Ino sucked in a quick breath after missing a few. One or two. "Okay, Sakura, I'm trying to be mad at you right now and you're making this really hard."

The pink-haired girl nodded, that damnable smile of hers still there and going strong even as Ino gave her a light shake. "I understand."

"I'm not sure you… What am I saying?" Ino shook her head. Dumb. Dumb. "Of course you understand."

When didn't she?

That smile of hers grew a smidge… The red spot on her forehead was gone, Ino noticed; she must have hit Sakura harder than she'd thought for her to clear it up that quickly. "I did say that."

She had.

"You did." Ino narrowed her eyes, stoking the dying embers of her increasingly less justified rage… Ah. The first chink in the armor. Self-compromise. "You don't seem like you're taking this seriously."

And Ino could see why now. Well, she already had from the start. But now she could see without the furious haze over everything.

Her temper was going to get her places one day. It was. It really was. Far, or dead in a ditch. Or so her dad had told her more than once.

He had a point. And she knew that too.

"Oh. I am. You know me better than that. Please." Sakura didn't wag a finger, but it felt like a near thing… Ino wasn't sure she'd have been able to stop herself from trying to bite it off, so good thing. "It is just for the best if we work all of this out in a constructive manner before I leave, as soon as possible, don't you think?"

Damn it.

"Hey. No fair. You don't get to do that. You don't. Who the hell do you think you are?" Ino shook Sakura again. Not too hard. Or hard at all… She was just going through the motions as embarrassment became the dominant emotion in her body. "I'm the mind ninja. I'm the psyops specialist."

It was her family's legacy, damn it. Their reason for existing.

Sakura needed to butt out. She had when she'd started encroaching on Sakura's territory. It would only be poli-

"I'm the girl that noticed you've been staring at her lips this whole time. That's who."

Ino froze up as Sakura tapped those same lips with a finger, peach lipstick still glossy and unsmudged.

That wasn't right at all.

"And I think we've been here long enough." Sakura looked up at her through thick lashes; Ino's clothing began to feel increasingly uncomfortable. Hot and heavy as she wiped a sweaty hand on her work apron. "Upstairs?"

Upstairs. To her bedroom.

…That sounded good.

Damn it. Damn Sakura and her tricks and her clumsy but effective mind games.

Ino's nod at that question, at that suggestion, was a jerky one. In the same motion, she let go of Sakura's collar to take her hand. "It's time for practice."

There was nothing more that needed to be said in Ino's opinion. And Sakura seemed to recognize this as well as she was dragged up the stairs, two at a time; if Ino hadn't been in such a hurry, she might have thought about just jumping there, cutting the stairs out entirely.

She didn't dwell on it as she slid around to Sakura's back to push her into the room. Just far enough to give Ino the space needed to close the door behind them. To - change the environment, as it were.

The click of a latch. The rattling of a lock. A lit stick of incense and the curtains being drawn. People didn't think about how important things like that actually were. About the little rituals that mattered and how they mattered.

People didn't think about that.

And neither did Ino as she threw herself at Sakura, the other girl more than ready to meet her charge with arms spread wide. Arms that closed around her in a warm embrace as Ino hooked her own at the back of Sakura's neck; an inviting tilt of the head and a glance was all that was needed to have Sakura's mouth meet hers.

Finally.

Finally.

It was just a peck to start. Just a peck. A peck that became two. More. Too many for Ino to keep count of past those first few, those soft lips chasing Ino's own as she was slowly lowered to the floor.

Gently. Carefully.

Controlled.

Ino's breath came out short. Rapid. Ragged as she met those small kisses with whispery coos that made Sakura shiver. That put a tremble in her limbs and shook her composure like little else in the world.

That put a spark of something wild in those dark green eyes. That Something they never talked about. That Something that Sakura could see looking back at her from a blue mirror at that moment.

That very complicated Something that made Sakura the most important person in Ino's life. And Ino in Sakura's.

That terrifying, impossible Something.

That Something.

Ino pushed those intrusive thoughts away in favor of the moment. In losing herself in their time together instead of on things she couldn't change.

She knew what was good for her.

A kiss turned into a nuzzle as the descent reached its end; Sakura's face against hers, deliciously desperate as Ino returned that affection and need with as much passion. With her hands, tangled up in pink silk strands, pulling Sakura closer as Ino found her footing on cold floorboards.

Sakura hummed, delighted; a cursory rumble, nearly a purr as Ino nosed along the line of her jaw, unbearably cute. Heart-meltingly vulnerable as she exposed her neck to Ino's lips and teeth, her fingers pressing into Ino's lower back, over Ino's hips as the blonde laid a lick over her pulse.

She felt it race under her tongue. Almost as fast as her's when Sakura leaned into it, arched her neck just so to make herself easier for Ino to taste.

Tempting. So tempting it nearly hurt as her core clenched, the show of trust and - Something - pushing her panties past the point of no return in a rush of wet heat… Gooey feelings and sticky thighs went hand-in-hand, as far as she was concerned.

As far as she was concerned, this had already gone on for long enough.

Ino blew on the wet patch she'd made, putting several strands of Sakura's hair at attention...and rolled her hips, just shy of Sakura's body. Just out of reach of any part of Sakura that could give Ino the attention she needed.

She exhaled sharply, that gust of air turning into what wasn't quite a laugh as she felt a pull at her skirt; lifted to her waist by the hem, exposing the mess she'd already made of herself and filling the air with her - scent.

The scent that Ino was sure that Sakura, her neck still bared and nose conveniently up in the air, was about to follow like an Inuzuka hound with a meal in mind… The look in her eye said as much. That brightness had turned dark, like a campfire banked low; embers burning under fresh ashes. The familiar feeling of hands cupping each side of her rear.

Ino was on her tiptoes again at the first hint of Sakura's warm fingers on her cold skin, goose flesh running down to her toes and up to her neck in a wave. Sakura's forehead came down to touch hers as she closed the distance, a reversal of earlier in every way.

No pain. Not here.

"I was right," Sakura murmured low, so low that Ino tried to push forwards to hear; Sakura pushed back playfully, lips catching Ino's for a whole five seconds. Long enough to make her giddy, their separation forcing a whimper. "This is much better."

Without clothes.

"Don't sound so surprised." Ino took a deep breath, senses absolutely flooded with herself...and with Sakura as the other girl's lower clothing fell to the floor with a whisper, spats and panties all. "You'll give a girl a complex."

"That would be a shame." Sakura's raspy agreement was almost - thoughtful as she gave Ino a squeeze; the blonde's legs shook as she attempted to eke out even an inch in height while Sakura's hand tried to leave what promised to be a vivid imprint. "Dress or no dress?"

"Show me that dick."

…Ino hadn't meant to say that.

She really hadn't meant to say that.

Why had she said that?

And Sakura hadn't expected that either, her head pulling back like Ino had hit her again; calm if hungry control evaporated with all the quickness of mist under the sun, replaced with confusion. "What?"

Well, she'd said it. She hadn't meant to, but she had. The words were out now. They'd been spoken, they'd been heard, and they'd been understood...and there was no goddamn way she was backing down now. No way. It wasn't possible.

The balance between her and Sakura demanded that she refuse to admit fault. That she hold to her course of action no matter what. Especially after she'd forced Sakura to take her seriously with a headbutt she was still feeling.

All in or nothing...and it wasn't as if she hadn't been curious about it.

Or that she wasn't wet enough to drown a small animal.

"Show - me - that - dick."

No better time than now.

"That's - what I thought I heard." Sakura didn't look any less poleaxed with that, her rapid blinking declaring her shock. "Really though? I mean..." Sakura looked down at herself with some skepticism, then up. "I was going to try for three fingers today."

"Three?" Ino's interest peaked...but no. She shook her head. The mission came first. "Whip it out."

"It's not a magic trick."

"I know it isn't. It's jutsu. The magic is all going to be on my end, thank you." Ino's panties dropped, pulled down by liquid weight and helping thumbs at the band, and she scoffed; Sakura, still off her game, had that fire return to her eyes… Eyes that were glued to Ino's crotch, the eyes of a wary animal. "We're going to see how many times I can make it disappear in a minute."

That had not been one of her best lines. Not anyone's best line… What did street magicians even do? They made things disappear, right? Something about hats?

Who fucking cared? As long as it worked, who was she to complain?

And it was working.

She mentally pumped a fist as Sakura started undressing, a woman possessed as one of her hands became a blur, throwing out signs faster than Ino could see.

Easy. Maybe too much so when Sakura's transformation finished up before she could blink, her new appendage hidden behind the true silk of her clothing.

She'd always been curious to see how a henge worked if you had enough control to do it without smoke as a cover. Would it just pop into existence? Would she see flesh shift and change?

Ino wouldn't be finding that out today. It seemed that was going to be a non-starter.

Sakura dropped her qipao and Ino bit her own lip hard enough that she was surprised there wasn't any blood.

She'd just have to be satisfied with having seen the first penis she'd ever touched (technically) twitch to life. With it going from 'small, but sort of cute' to 'uncoiled, angry snake' in less than ten seconds was a sight she'd never be able to forget. That she wasn't able to look away from as her surprisingly hung best friend pointed it at her, wearing the not at all feminine organ like a weapon.

It was a very Sakura thing to do… It was in her stance. The way she held herself and the set of her jaw...and the finely trimmed pink hair at the base did very little to make it look less intimidating. Or less masculine.

That - throbbing beat could never be feminine. And neither could that hanging sack, carrying what looked to be a pair of eggs just below.

It just couldn't.

Not even the glistening wet trail on Sakura's thigh, defined musculature giving it a path to follow, could change that. Or the soft stomach and heaving breasts above.

No chance.

Ino, lip still between her teeth and juices running freely from her clenching pussy, tapped an inch or so above her left wrist, hand open; an estimate for herself. Mnemonics. From the ends of her fingers to there at a look...and just short of being as wide as her wrist.

It was an - odd thing to do, using a skill she'd picked up at the shop to guess at length and width for something like this… Or maybe not, if looked at poetically.

That tool of Sakura's was meant to be used on 'flowers' after all.

That long, long tool.

With a small giggle leaving her at that little joke, Ino dragged her gaze away from that dick she'd asked for up to Sakura's face. At the fires of lust burning once more in her friend's eyes, confusion a problem from a minute long past. Eyes that tracked Ino unerringly as the blonde shifted weight to her other foot; sizing her up, doing her own calculations, and finding them good.

"It looks real enough. Like it'll work," Ino broke the silence with an observation; she made a fist and forced down a moan as her hungry body made its agreement known with enthusiasm. Stupid body. "Now how are we going to use it?"

…That had sounded dumb. She'd been the one who'd said it, and it had sounded dumb.

"How?" Sakura blinked at her, the smile on her face slipping slightly. "I mean… Didn't you get full marks in seduction?"

She had. Best in the class. But this wasn't seduction. This was lov- Practice. This was practice. Practice-making.

Ino wanted this done right. It might not have been a real penis, but… Right is what she wanted.

But what was right?

"I've never done the real thing before. And I can't just - refer to my lessons for this." Ino defaulted to defense, a dusting of sweat popping up on her back as she pulled her dress over her head and tossed it. "And you're not putting it away, are you?"

Sakura's mouth parted. Closed with a click. Opened again. "No."

Sweet victory.

"That's what I thought." Ino flashed a victory sign for the hell of it...and remembered who she was. Who she was with. What she was doing and what the correct response was to anything that got in her way. "How about take a seat on the edge of the bed and I'll do the rest, hm?"

Sakura thought. Ino did. And she did very, very well...this would turn out right. This would be wonderful and fun and something that she'd look back on with great fondness when she was old and grey.

And something she did because she could and no one was going to stop her.

Not even her.

"Go on." Ino put her hand on Sakura's chest, between her breasts and gave her a soft push to move her along. "Don't make me wait."

Sakura, tongue sticking out in a playful manner, stumbled backwards with a salute. And then kept on stumbling, never losing her footing and making every part of her that could bounce or jiggle do so… And then she hit the bed with the back of her knees and let them fold; her butt hit the bedspread with one last bounce and that salute turning into a beckoning flick of the fingers. "Don't make me wait."

Oh, she did not.

There would be a reckoning. Oh, would there be a reckoning.

"...Spread 'em'. And make some room." Ino pointed at her eyes, then at Sakura before she made a beeline at her; Sakura snickered as Ino took a seat on her lap, her warm dick standing up between Ino's legs and nipples against her back, and that was another mark against her. "Smart ass."

"Nice ass." Sakura didn't deny as she cupped Ino's breasts from the back.

Ino scoffed and wriggled, making herself comfortable and Sakura uncomfortable in the best possible way...and she cocked her head, mesmerized somewhat by the sight of the meaty pole shifting as she ground against it… That wasn't bad. Not bad at all. Shivery. "And don't you forget it."

Sakura sat up straight, any hint of a slouch vanishing when Ino grabbed her by the rod. As a reminder and reinforcement… That sharp intake of breath and muffled moan she got was a thrill like very little else in Ino's short existence could compare to.

Putting a crack in that shell of Sakura's was always a pleasure. Widening it even more so, a fast if clumsy pump doing just that, the stiffening of Sakura's legs elevating the slim blonde on a seat of padded muscle that dragged her dripping slit along Sakura's length by flexing.

Ridiculous. Utterly, wonderfully, beautifully ridiculous.

"Fuck," Ino hissed as Sakura pushed down the cups of her bra, her nipples finding themselves the center of some very welcome attention after a long wait; Ino rolled her hips against the head of her friend's newest toy and her eyes nearly rolled up into her head when it caught her clit just so. "Ready?"

That question wasn't just for Sakura. And, if she had to answer it, she wouldn't be able to say 'yes' with complete confidence...but fuck it.

She was ready.

"Go ahead." Sakura hefted Ino's chest, pink hair spilling over Ino's shoulder in a tide. "Show me that magic trick."

Ino nodded and...figured out how to do what she'd promised from first principles. While doing all the work like she'd said.

A rehearsal wouldn't have gone amiss. Or several rehearsals.

Ino leaned forward, hands on her knees and the tips of her toes finding purchase on the floor… Doing what felt right, or just not wrong, no matter how odd it might have felt. She'd have to learn as sh-

Ino started when she felt, and heard, a slap. Wet. Sticky. Repeated as soon as she turned her head to see a childishly enthused Sakura swing her erection into her lower lips once again.

Sakura, noticing her stare, gave her an unapologetic shrug...and Ino made some amendments to prior promises.

"If you have time to have fun, you have time to make yourself useful." Ino gave herself a spank and a grope, pulling that cheek to the side. "Do I have to draw you a picture?"

That should-

Sakura fed the head into her pussy like she'd done it before.

Ino squeaked, short and shrill and not too high or embarrassing as her entrance was stretched without a warning.

Then she fell back, her limbs losing their strength from the shock and her squeaking became loud and shrill and much too high as her extremely lubed pussy didn't even bother fighting back...and why would it?

Sakura was only a little bigger than her largest dil...do.

That had come back to bite her, hadn't it?

"Are you okay?" Sakura's wince could be felt. Literally as her hair recoiled in shock, remnants caressing her cheek softly. "Oh, god damn it, fuck."

Ino held up a single finger, holding it behind her. "Oh shit."

It was so warm. Hot even, and nothing like her dildo at all as she felt Sakura's pulse through her inner walls, the lot of them trying to adjust after what had just happened.

"Are you okay?"

"This is a really good henge," Ino wheezed and poked her stomach. This made Sakura twitch when Ino found her, under her skin. "Congrats."

If she didn't know any better, she'd have said this was the real deal.

"Thank you." Sakura's voice was tight, a warble underneath. Poor baby. "And are you okay or not?"

"I'm fine." Ino continued to rub her stomach, making Sakura twitch repeatedly inside of her was worth a few seconds without air. "Sudden."

"No. Really? I - shit." Sakura's hair continued to caress her fitfully. "We can stop if you need to?"

That was sweet of her. Really. It was sweet.

"I'm fine." Ino shook her head and popped her lips; they were raw. "Got it."

But nothing was stopping her now.

Ino bounced. Pushed against her knees, using it as leverage. She lost her breath again, the change in how fast it had been did very little. For her. But she knew how this worked.

Faster. Again.

Sakura choked, coughing and hacking and holding onto Ino's tits for dear life as the blonde's butt repeatedly struck her pelvis, soppier and stickier each time it happened as Sakura's dick pulled her body's best efforts from her; dripping might as well have been rainfall. Water, drawn from a pump.

She was getting pumped.

She was pumping herself. It felt like she was about to be pulled inside out. Like she was clinging on far too tightly, far too needy for her good or Sakura's.

Ino whimpered and kept on whimpering, unable to stop herself from doing so no matter how hard she tried; not very. It just wasn't possible, her pussy getting filled just shy of the brim before being emptied just shy of the exit… And - was it leaking?

The pink kunoichi pulled on Ino's hair, using it as a handlebar. As something to steer and to keep Ino's head steady; Ino's hip had a hand as well, a course corrector as Ino swayed and moved and enjoyed the sound of Sakura's labored breathing.

It made it hard to remember what she'd been thinking before.

…It made it hard to count. Or to breathe. Or not moan until her voice broke as she forced herself to keep hopping, eyes becoming unfocused and numbers going uncounted while Sakura's hands gained a shake to them and she began feeling whatever part of Ino that could be comfortably reached

It didn't matter to Sakura where that was. Her self control was gone and Ino's heart skipped unmissed beats.

And it didn't matter to her as reality became a blur of sensation, the difference between one of her toys and this like night and day and night again; Sakura strummed her clit with two fingers and Ino screamed, loud and sweet, as she made an oozing, girly mess all over her bedspread and Sakura's lap; spatter from each clap of her ass on skin ranged far and wide, her bedspread a lost cause.

Heat bloomed in her core. Sudden. Unexpected as Sakura pulled her ponytail harder, dragging Ino with her onto lavender sheets even while the blonde continued to writhe on top of her, working the last dregs of the shockingly strong orgasm she'd just had...was still going through.

Petering off.

Slowing down as she kissed Sakura's collarbone, her neck and under her jaw the girl's height and Ino's trembling working against her as she left a lipstick collage. A temporary edifice to how she felt.

Before. After. Right now.

"I love you."

And she slipped.

She gave That Something a name.

That wasn't fair.

It wasn't fair.

Ino found herself frozen on her best friend's chest; Lips stung. Eyes burned. "Sorry. I..." She cleared her throat. "You… I didn't mean to make-"

There was a small snore.

Ino tilted her head, disbelief filling her entire being.

Another snore.

Relief replaced it, her head dropping into Sakura's cleavage with a sniff. "Damn it, Sakura."

Ino knew what was good for her.

Ino knew what was good for Sakura.

And she hated it.