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It was a pleasant day in Konoha, the clouds white and fluffy like great heavenly drifts of cotton. The sun shone down on training field sixty-nine, a special practice ground reserved almost exclusively for the use of the top village elite.
Today was no exception.
Kagome Hatake was dressed in her accustomed conservative manner, wearing the standard issue jonin uniform of a green tactical flak vest and dark navy jumpsuit, along with protective gauntlets, kunai pouch, and the forehead protector she kept slanted over her left eye for reasons both fashionable and practical. Her lovely face was concealed beneath a mask, and all that could be seen was a single eye.
Yet that lone peeper was still expressive enough for it to be obvious that the elite Copy Ninja was smirking at her sparring partner, Might Gal. Or Konoha no Aoi Dayuu, as she preferred to call herself, in contrast with her apprentice Leah who went by Konoha no Aoi Shoujou. The mistress of the Strong Fist fighting style was wearing skintight spandex and nothing else.
Kagome's lone native eye gleamed in amusement at her self-proclaimed rival, leering shamelessly at the visible nubs of stiff nipples sticking up through the formfitting fabric. Gal had extremely generous breasts that were easily a match for the Copy Ninja's, if not even a little bigger.
Her ass, in contrast, was DEFINITELY larger than Kagome's. It was big and firm and round, hard toned yet still so obscenely ample and generous. The valley of her nether cleavage was graphically traced by the contours of her spandex, which dipped lewdly into the deep, long, curving crevasse of her posterior. She had thick, round thighs, muscular and yet also with a soft, cushioning layer of womanly fat. Outwardly her body was buxom and soft, but beneath the cushy, bouncy surface was an unyielding core of tempered steel.
Aside from that, Gal had a fairly cute face – maybe what would have been called tomboyish, if they'd had such a concept in this "reality". She had dark, thick yet short eyebrows, shaped like the distinctive markings of a shiba inu. Her shiny black hair was short, done in a simple bob cut that barely went down any futher than the middle of her neck.
Gal licked her lips, ogling her rival in turn. Although Kagome's outfit was more concealing than Gal's, still there was a lot that could be told just from how it fit on the woman's figure. The swell of those womanly hips, the bulge of deceptively generous breasts beneath a heavy combat vest... these things all greatly aroused the energetic taijutsu mistress, although she did not betray this too overtly.
Oh, the Hatake prodigy had a leaner build than her, comparatively lithe and slender with long, slim legs and arms. She built for speed and grace, in practice nimble and quick more than so much sturdy or outright powerful. She did not have a body so strong or solid as Gal's, but she was by no means scrawny or poorly endowed.
"Same rules as usual?" said Kagome, interrupting Gal's thoughts. Smooth, silky tresses of beautiful silver hair fell down past her shoulders, glistening sublimely in the noon sun. She was eye-smiling at her friend and fuck buddy.
"But of course, my rival!" exclaimed the stacked and boisterous babe most vociferously. "I have spent the past week honing my strip-fighting skills even further!" She smirked, winking and giving a thumbs up. Her teeth went bling. "There is no way you will best me this time, Kagome. I'll even the score between us!"
Kagome smirked in turn, and she lowered her body into a fighting stance.
"You say that, Gal..." she said confidently, "but still, all you're wearing is that spandex of yours. One good hit, and it's off."
Gal's smile widened infinitesimally. She shifted her weight a little on her legs, moving her body in some very interesting ways. She laughed uproariously, clapping her hands to her hips and throwing her head back. Her curves bounced and shook enthusiastically along with the movement of her body.
"A true warrior lays her life on the line in every fight!" said the taijutsu mistress proudly. "A single unlucky shot can fell even the mightiest of kunoichi. That principle is the foundation of my 'One-hit Clothes Off' Gouken strip-fighting style."
She clenched one of her hands into a fist, white teeth gleaming in the sunlight as she grinned.
Kagome chuckled wryly.
"You're a real amusing person, Gal..." she said, visible eye twinkling. "...but you're much too naive."
Quick as a flash, Kagome's left hand shot up, sliding her headband up to her brow. Her exposed sharingan warped into a spiraling kaleidoscope of crimson and jet.
Mangekyo sharingan.
Kamui.
Gal's spandex twisted at the abdomen, stretching a fair bit before it began to rip. Faster than she could dodge, her jumpsuit was torn from her voluptuous figure by an invisible force, stolen away into a pocket dimension by Kagome's visual space-time ninjutsu. The strong fist fighter's body was completely bared in the blink of an eye.
Large breasts, only a level smaller than the Hokage's, bounced violently, freed now from their cruel confinement. Big, round areolae and cute, puffy nipples were exposed to the open air. Legs long and shapely, a rock hard washboard abdomen, wide childbearing hips, buttocks like XXL shotputs, and a womanhood soaked and burning with swollen flush lips, were all rendered completely naked with that single technique.
But still, Gal simply grinned, utterly unperturbed by her own nudity.
"You are the naive one, Kagome-chan!" she shouted gleefully, spreading her legs, bending her knees, and crouching her torso low to the ground. Her tits dangled obscenely from her chest, supple and shapely, faintly pendulous under their own weight. "Getting your opponent's clothes off is only the first part of strip-fighting, you know...!"
She wiggled her hips a little, wagging her bum. Her body was a like a compressed spring, energy stored up in her limbs and ready to be released in an instant.
Kagome simply smiled. A bit of electric chakra danced between slender fingers.
"Perhaps," she drawled. "But I'd say you already look about one nipple-kiri away from losing it completely."
She nodded meaningfully at Gal's drenched, distended slit.
The taijutsu mistress grinned savagely.
"With one hit, the clothes come off..." she said slowly. "And with the second hit... the foe GETS off...!"
Even with the sharingan at her disposal, it happened too quickly for Kagome to see. One moment, Gal was standing in front of her.
The next, Gal was behind her, out of sight but not sense.
"Wha...?" said Kagome, eyes widening.
"You have already come," said the nude, buxom taijutsu mistress dramatically.
Kagome's clothes – every fiber of every article – violently exploded off of her frame, blown to shreds and scattered into the breeze. Her knees turned to jelly, legs losing all sense of definition beneath her. Kagome fell to her knees, gasping and redfaced, experiencing a mind-blowing level of stimulation to every inch of her body.
It was like a thousand mouths and fingers kissing and licking, nibbling and suckling, poking and pinching, cupping and fondling, rubbing and squeezing, pleasuring and arousing every individual fiber of her being. It was a world of sensations beyond description, or comparison.
I-incredible... thought Kagome numbly, smiling dumbly despite herself even as the nectar began to gush freely from her womanhood. Her skin was vibrantly flushed with an incomparable arousal. ...in a split second... she not only blew my clothes off with a single punch, but also used her fists to strike every one of the pressure points necessary to simultaneously stimulate all of my erogenous zones... even the ones inside me...!
Kagome cried out in a loud moan, screaming in unbridled ecstasy. She was soundly defeated in a single fell stroke.
Yet she was still smiling, contented and filled with a sense of release.
"Fisting of the North Star..." murmured Gal dramatically. "That is the secret art of my school, which unleashes the full sexual potential of the Eight Celestial Gates located within the human body." She smiled. "Of course, now that you have seen it, Kagome..."
The Copy Ninja's sharingan eye twinkled. "...I'll have a counter for it ready, next time..." she mewled, still squirming a little and still also coming. Her womanhood burned sublimely, her juices flooding the soft earth beneath her.
Gal laughed.
"Indeed! You are a most worthy rival, Kagome!" she declared, unabashedly praising the woman. Then she smirked, and added, "But, until next time... until our next match... the score is even."
"Until our next match," said Kagome, smiling warmly up at Gal. Her mask was gone, exposing full ruby lips and a smile of inimitable beauty.
Gal mirrored Kagome's expression.
Both leered companionably and unashamedly at one another's naked bodies, each appreciating the lovely, womanly form of the other.
"...want to make out?" the tremendously tenacious taijutsu mistress asked her eternal rival and fuck buddy.
Kagome giggled pervertedly, fair cheeks tinged red as she appreciatively ogled Might Gal's damn fine body.
"Do you even need to ask?" she said wryly.
Gal laughed loudly, before joining her rival in the grass.
The sun beat down warmly on their naked, intertwined bodies.