TF Shinobi - Dakimakura TF
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DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea join the Discord ServerTF Shinobi - Dakimakura TFIn the dimly lit research facility on the outskirts of the Hidden Rain, Naruto Uzumaki moved silently through the shadows, his black stealth gear absorbing what little light penetrate…
In the dimly lit research facility on the outskirts of the Hidden Rain, Naruto Uzumaki moved silently through the shadows, his black stealth gear absorbing what little light penetrated the space. At 35, the Seventh Hokage's muscles rippled beneath the tight fabric as he crept past security seals, his experienced hands making quick work of the barriers. "Too easy," he muttered, reaching the vault where the forbidden jutsu scrolls were kept. His fingers traced the intricate patterns, chakra flowing precisely to disable the locks. The distinctive whisker marks on his face caught the blue glow of deactivating seals. Inside, rows of scrolls lined the walls. Naruto's blue eyes scanned methodically, years of experience letting him quickly identify the dangerous ones. One scroll particularly caught his attention - its edges shimmered with an odd pink energy he'd never seen before. "Interesting..." he mused, tucking it and several others into his pack. The mission had been almost disappointing in its simplicity. These rogue ninja clearly hadn't expected the Hokage himself to come calling. Back in Konoha, Shikamaru waited in the Hokage's office, cigarette smoke curling lazily around his head despite Naruto's constant complaints about indoor smoking. The scarred tactician's sharp eyes narrowed as Naruto spread the scrolls across his desk. "Most of these are amateur hour stuff," Naruto reported, unrolling them one by one. "Dance jutsu, toilet jutsu, nothing worth protecting so heavily. But this one..." He held up the pink-tinged scroll. "Careful," Shikamaru warned, but Naruto was already forming the hand signs, that familiar mischievous glint in his eye. "Reminds me of my sexy jutsu days! Pillow no Jutsu!" The explosion of pink smoke filled the office. When it cleared, Shikamaru's cigarette dropped from his open mouth. Where Naruto had stood was now a body-length dakimakura pillow, decorated with an image of Naruto's infamous sexy jutsu form in a provocative pose. "Naruto?" Shikamaru poked the pillow with his foot. A muffled but distinctly Naruto-like yelp emerged. "What the hell happened?! I can't move! I can't change back!" The pillow's surface rippled as Naruto's voice emerged from it. "What a drag..." Shikamaru sighed, already reaching for his phone to call in their resident jutsu expert.Inside the research lab, Katasuke adjusted his glasses, fascination evident as he examined the pillow-bound Hokage. The fabric rippled as Naruto's consciousness struggled within. "Fascinating! The jutsu has completely restructured your chakra network. You're literally woven into the fabric!" Katasuke's fingers traced the printed image of female Naruto, making the real Naruto squirm uncomfortably. "Nghh! Stop touching me there! Just fix it!" Naruto's voice emerged muffled. "Three days minimum for analysis and countermeasure development," Katasuke declared. "We'll need Kakashi to handle Hokage duties again." Shikamaru carried the transformed Naruto home, explaining the situation to an initially furious Hinata. Her pale eyes widened as she examined the dakimakura bearing her husband's sexy jutsu form. "The kids absolutely cannot see this," she declared, taking the pillow to their bedroom. She laid Naruto on their bed, her fingers trailing over the fabric. "Three days, hmm?" That night, Naruto felt Hinata's weight settle onto him. Her long dark hair brushed against his surface as she stripped off her nightgown. "I've always wondered about your sexy jutsu form," she whispered huskily. "H-Hinata!" Naruto gasped as she straddled the pillow. He could feel everything - her wet heat pressing against him, her full breasts dragging across his surface. Her chakra flowed into him with each movement. "Mmmm...so soft..." She ground herself against him, her juices soaking into the fabric. "Ahhh...Naruto-kun..." "Fuck...I can feel all of it!" Naruto groaned as his wife used him for her pleasure. Her chakra flooding his transformed state was overwhelming. For three days, Hinata thoroughly enjoyed her husband's predicament. By the time she returned him to the lab, the pillow was thoroughly stained with her essence despite multiple washings. Shikamaru wrinkled his nose at the familiar scent. "Do I want to know?" Hinata's face flushed crimson. "It was...an accident?" "..." Shikamaru stayed silent even his analytical mind had no response to this situation, shoving the well-used pillow into a bag. "Let's get you fixed, Naruto." Inside the pillow, Naruto remained suspiciously quiet, already planning how to recreate this jutsu once he was back to normal.
