Naruko Comes Home (Futa/f, Harem, excessive most everything.)
Story by Evening
Since everybody seems to be having a bit of ninja fever at the moment, I figured why not capitalize? I'll take suggestions for who is and isn't a futa between chapters, as well as any special traits or anatomies you'd enjoy. I might not agree, but all suggestions are taken into account.
Current Roster
Naruko: Futanari. Very well hung and virile, with a lean and muscular body. A C-cup.
Sakura: Female. Has a generally tight and toned body, but with wide hips and a large ass. Troubled lately by a growth spurt that has given her D cups she isn't used to.
Shizune: Female. A young woman who has begun to gain a slightly more mature body; it's been a while since she's dated, and her pubic hair is untrimmed.
Hinata: Female. Curvaceous and wide in the hips for a shinobi; only her active lifestyle keeps her from growing plump; but her breasts and ass are second only to the hokage herself; with a cute roundness despite their size, and inverted nipples with puffy areolae. While the Hyuuga's dark hair and pale eyes are well known, a lesser known trait of their bloodline is a lack of body hair; Hinata doesn't have a single hair below her eyebrows.
The forest rustled softly with it's usual sounds; chitterings and chirrups of birds and animals, windblown leaves and grass, creaking tree limbs; and if one listened properly, a heavy, rhythmic, slick sound, all too familiar to some and tragically not to others, interspersed with the gentle and sweet sounds of feminine pleasure. In a tiny clearing admist a dense stand of trees, inaccessible to anyone without a ninja's agility and athleticism, a long separated pair of kunoichi celebrated their reunion...
Naruko smirked almost dopily down at the rapidly, eagerly bobbing pink haired head of her more beautiful team mate, eyes narrowed in pleasure into sly, vulpine slits that matched her birth mark "Whiskers" and the delicate, fine boned structure of her jaw and nose; a heady sigh escaping her as Sakura let out a little "Mmngp!" of passion; the pinkette was clearly not the most experienced at this, but she had talent, and above all, enthusiasm, attacking the blond futa's huge, thick pole with almost wild abandon, unmindful of the slick, perverted slurping of her lips and tongue or the moans that filtered up from her half-blocked throat as she struggled with the feminine member's enormous size and girth, strings of drool and precum dripping down her chin to fall across her heaving, softly bouncing breasts, bared naked by a parted vest and blouse. No bra today; none of hers had fit, and her erect, cherry red nipples had been clue number one that something was different about the dumb pigtailed blond since her return to konoha...
After that, it was the steady fixation on her smiling face, the way she found herself noticing the shining gold of her hair, the sweet scent of her skin, how warm and strong she was with her arms wrapped around her... she wasn't