Naruto Season
Story by White Whiskey
A little story I cooked up. Inspired in part by IchiIchiFan and his stories "The Secret of Konoha Girls" and "In Heat".
Naruto stumbled a bit as he dropped next to a tree. It was late and dark, but he wasnât exactly tired. In fact, for almost a week heâd felt restless, not exactly his hyper-self, but somewhat frustrated for a reason he didnât know. Not only that, but people had been treating him very oddly. Most people gave him looks somewhere between how Sakura looked at Sasuke and how Sakura looked at Ino, like they loved and hated him at the same time. But a few people, including Sakura herself, gave him a look that kinda scared him. It sorta reminded him of the look a wolf got when it saw a rabbit.
It scared him a little, not that heâd admit it out loud.
But more than that, heâd felt odd all week. He felt feverish but not sick, heâd felt restless and frustrated and, embarrassingly, aroused. He was a boy in the midst of puberty, and could understand if he often felt horny, but now?
If he sat to eat, he got hardâ¦
If he stopped to read a sign, he got hardâ¦
If he laid down for a nap, he got almost painfully hardâ¦
And it wasnât just hard, he felt aroused like he never had before, in a way he couldnât understand, and it didnât go away no matter how much he tried to relieve himself. Actually, that seemed to make it worse, so did pretty much anything else, even cold showers. Even now, just sitting next to a tree made him harder than an S-rank genjutsu, and his arousal levels had long since passed the point where he could restrain himself when alone. But, as he whipped out his hard-on and went to work, he wasnât as alone as heâd wish.
Close by in the forest, an increasingly frustrated Tsume Inuzuka was wandering. She was frustrated because of a scent sheâd been picking up all over town. Normally, a personâs pheromones were a bit more effective to an Inuzuka than other people, especially if the sources had been exerting themselves and hadnât washed, and the scent of a man or a woman would get Tsumeâs motor running, especially if the woman was ovulating, but this new scent was something else entirely. Just the light whiff of it that seemed to be all around the village made her slip a little into a feral state, but there were places where this person must have spent a good amount of time, because the strength of the smell in those places drove her up the wall, almost to the point that she was ready to grab someone, man, woman, even one of her own pups, and screw them right in public. Thankfully, whoeverâs scent it was, it didnât seem to effect most of her clan in the same way, and the few who were had mates to work out their frustrations.
But not her, not after her piss-a