Newborn Ninja on the Prowl

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Sparks rained down on the ground below as a mighty clash of blades continued. Both warriors staring each other down could feel the other reaching their limits. But who would fall first? One fought for payment, self-interest, and the other to protect a village which could not protect itself. 

Evenly matched they stayed locked in their gazes, preparing for what would surely be the final strike of this battle. The tension in the air spoke to this, both felt it. Sweat formed above both men’s brows, trickling down their face and dripping from their chins. The ninjas took off in an flash, almost invisible to the naked eye, their sweat suspended where they once were before falling to the ground. The battle would be over by the time each drop hit the dirt.

BLACK. The TV screen blinked off.

“Hey! What was that for?” Darnell demanded as he stared at his roommate sitting on the bed on his side of the dorm room.

“Your movie was distracting me,” Arata said, “and I need to study.” He went back to poring over his notebook.

“Look we both agreed that Fridays where my movie nights. And come on how can you not enjoy this stuff! Ninjas man! Isn’t that like, a part of your culture?”

Darnell walked up to him and swiped the book from his hand. “Look, we both agreed that Fridays were my movie nights. And come on! How can you not enjoy this stuff? Ninjas, man! Isn’t that like, a part of your culture?”

Arata sighed before giving an amused smile. Real ninjas were not nearly as flashy as those shown in the movies. They were nimble, sure, but not more than any would-be free runner or daredevil. I guess now is a good time as any to ask him.

“So, Darnell,” he began with a heartening tone, “you really love these ninja films, huh? You always seem so aspirational towards the heroes in those movies. I mean, I get it, man. I know what you go through on a daily basis, the way the others treat you like dirt. But why look up to such fantastical figures and not something more based in reality?” Arata shook his head a bit. “As you said, it’s a part of my culture. Being from Japan myself I know a lot about ninjas and their history, more so than you. Which is why I can honestly tell you that those movies are pure fantasy.”

He could see his roommate’s demeanor holding firm despite his harsh words. “I’m sorry if I sound cruel, I’ve just been curious ever since that first night on campus where you woke me up with the sounds of clashing blades and obnoxious battle cries. You do know ninjas are supposed to be silent assassins, right?”

It was strange, but Darnell had never given it much thought before. Being the loser he was at college he obviously enjoyed the power fantasy of imagining himself as a ninja. They were cool and the movies provided a form of escapism from his daily struggles. There was something more though, something that pushed this obsession to the extreme.

Darnell was a dark-skinned, pudgy, flabby, lazy, couldn’t-run-a-mile-to-save-his-life, slob. Pathetic is what he’d often describe himself as. He always wished he could be more but never had the drive, or maybe the courage, to bring it about. He was socially shy so he didn’t make many friends. Arata, truth be told, was his only friend. He wasn’t shy when it came to the ladies, constantly complimenting the hotties on campus every chance he got, but it never went well despite his sweet words. The most he got were appreciative looks, words of thanks, but never reciprocation.

Arata was the complete opposite of him; Tall, Japanese-born, bright, handsome, and well-built and a charmer when it came to the ladies – many smitten with him. He was the kind of friend Darnell least expected to make, but Arata wasn’t like all the others of his type who bullied and looked down on him. He saw Darnell’s true character, his compassionate heart and positive attitude. Arata would often comment that Darnell should be more outgoing as he found his positivity infectious and a joy to be around. He always brushed off the idea.

Why do I look up to ninjas…? Darnell contemplated.

With a smirk of confidence he spoke from the heart, “I guess it’s just because they’re the sort of heroes I grew up with as a kid. I’d always root for the hero protecting the weak, just your typical superhero fantasy kind of junk. Heh. It just never left me. I still have dreams of where I’m a ninja myself, zipping about amongst a swarm of bad guys, striking them down with lightning fast efficiency. I always receive the admiration from those whom I helped save, my good deeds given back in kindness and respect. I’m somebody in those dreams… those fantasies…” His voice cracked a little but he never lost his smile. “I know it can never be, but I wish I could be that person, that protector of the weak.”

How admirable, Arata marveled, beaming. He is perhaps the kindest soul I’ve come across yet.

“And heck, if I was fit and strong like a ninja I’d be a hit with all the ladies!” Darnell blurted out proudly.

Arata could only shake his head. He truly was hopeless when it came to pretty women.

The two friends joked and laughed some more, Darnell’s cheerfulness rubbing off on Arata as it always did. As it got late and both winded down for the night, Darnell flipped back on his movie. Arata let him have this victory. He watched his roommate stare in amazement at the climactic battle on screen, completely on edge despite probably having already seen this movie a hundred times. Just as he was about to doze off he muttered some words of assurance to Darnell.

“I think… you’d make a fantastic ninja.”

Darnell caught his roommates compliment and turned to thank him, but quickly noticed him fast asleep. He smiled and whispered, “Thank you,” before engrossing himself back into the final fight. As it should be, the hero won.

The next morning Darnell awoke on the floor of the dorm, having fallen asleep while watching a movie yet again. The sun was just rising, orange light bleeding into the room as he stretched wide and shook himself awake. Arata had left early as usual, typical morning classes. He hoped he hadn’t kept him up too late as he shuffled about the room for some clean clothes. Being the slob he was, clean clothes were scarce, but he found some nonetheless.

“First victory of the day,” he commented on this first bright point of the day. Still dressed in some underwear and having trouble slipping on his plain white shirt, he stumbled forward and caught himself on a table near his bed, his shirt finally slipping past his face.

It was then that Darnell noticed something peculiar: a flash of blue caught his eye as he looked about the room, and when he turned to focus on it he noticed a blue, luminescent, marble-like object that was hovering above the wooden dresser.

What the fuck? Darnell questioned as his immediate curiosity sent a hand forward to snatch it. Where did you come from?

Holding it within three fingers he backpedaled towards his bed and plopped down, captivated by the swirling lights inside the sphere. Although it glowed brightly, the material it was made out of was so clear that it was partially translucent, with some of his room visible through it. The warm light of dawn trickled into the marble the higher Darnell held it up, pointing it towards the window of his dorm room.

Then a spark went off! And then Another! The orange beams of light from the outside seemed to mix with the blues inside the sphere, as if the colors were chemically reacting and igniting inside it. The marble exploded in his hand and Darnell reeled back against the wall in shock, though his hand remained mercifully unscathed. The ‘explosion’ halted and contained itself, mid-air, into a ball of pure light. Colors swirling around its shape, it looked almost like a tiny gas giant, like Jupiter.

Before Darnell had much time to react, the mass of energy fired towards his body and struck him right in the gut. A warm blast rippled across his stomach, quickly dissipating. By the time he gripped his gut with his hands, the sensation was over. Darnell grimacing slowly opened his eyes and saw that his stomach, despite the fiery punch it received, was unmarked.

He sat on his bed bewildered, trying to wrap his mind around what he had just experienced and what it meant. Thump, thump, his heart raced. A feeling of anxiety trickled to the surface so gently Darnell placed himself backside on his bed and tried the only thing he could think to do at the moment, relax. The confusion wouldn’t leave his mind no matter how long he lay there. Just what exactly had happened? He was scared to make any sudden movements.

The room began to spin, a sense of vertigo. Darnell was soon in a deep sweat, his senses losing focus. Maybe he was just putting himself into this state from all the worry. No… it has to be that glowing ball, he realized. It did something to me! What was that? Damnit, calm down… calm down!

His whole body began to shake. It was more than a simple panic attack, much more. He felt his body tensing unnaturally, his innards being pulled about by unknown forces. Gritting his teeth, Darnell threw his hands above his head and grabbed hold of headboard of the bed in a vain attempt to keep his body steady.

The dizziness he had been experiencing heightened. Not just that, but he felt the energy that had hit before returning, only this time it seemed buried inside his body. It too was spinning and rotating, as if all that energy itself were still completely distinct and intact as a ball inside him. 

Darnell could feel it, his form beginning to reshape, bones crackling and popping, and muscle trembling and remolding. It was as if his body had suddenly decided it was fed up with its current appearance and needed a change. All he could think to do was try… try and fight his own body.

There is a breaking point for everyone. For some it’s the beginning, at the point where you realize you are fighting a losing battle. For others it’s later, when you’ve given it all you can, despite knowing the odds are against you, perhaps despite even knowing the outcome; throwing it in only once your defenses have been utterly shattered. Darnell considered himself a fighter in this moment, he had to fight. He knew it was pointless, but he would be damned if he didn’t consider himself having a warrior’s soul.

Maybe that is why I was chosen, he thought.Huh? What an odd thought to suddenly cross his mind.
Darnell had no idea what brought on this thought. A light had flicked on in his brain for but a brief instance and everything had become clear to him; why this was happening, what was happening to him. Whatever it was though, it was gone and he could only feel the quickening changes being wrought upon his form.

Darnell was about to break. Little did he know the cause it would be for. His mouth remained clamped; he would not give in!

But everyone has their breaking point.

The swirling energy in his body picked up speed and he felt his spine crack and tug down a bit, his chest popping out throwing his posture forward as he gripped tightly to the headboard. His mouth flew open, finally, and a confounded scream echoed through the room. Darnell’s whole body shuffled about, his legs kicking, arms wobbling as his hands still held tight. It felt as if his body were shrinking. He saw his feet receding from the footboard of the bed even though his legs remained unmoved. 

Thankfully, the changes seemed to stop, just those changes, however. A prickling sensation across all of his skin caused Darnell a quick sense of calm, his eyes fluttering. This was quickly interrupted by his flabby gut caving in along with the rest of the bulge around his torso, his chest flattening out with his tummy. He let out a grumbling moan as he felt his fat seemingly vanish away, feeling as if it were sucked into the rotating core of energy inside him. Little by little his body lost more mass, all being sucked towards the black hole in his gut.

“Ohn aagghn!! W-what the-ahnn!!” Darnell gasped. The ordeal wasn’t necessarily painful, heck this most recent event felt like a weight being lifted from his body. Where he had once been a flabby mess, he was now rather slim, if somewhat stick-figured at the moment.

His mind too seemed to be warming up to things, those prickles of thought from earlier, understanding that this was for the best returned. He felt a huge abundance of trapped knowledge poking at the recesses of his mind, just waiting to break free. He was astounded at what he saw out of his body. As he gazed at his now thinner legs, he looked more youthful, his skin… lighter?

The prickling sensation from before had been a signifier of what was about to happen. It returned more vivid than ever as Darnell watched his dark skin brighten and bleach. Slowly but surely the pigments of his upper layers faded away, his skin’s softness becoming more and more evident the lighter it got. His head reeled back for a brief moment as he felt his feet and hands tense up, the bones in them reshaping. Knuckle by knuckle, toe, by toe, they popped, his digits growing smaller and more delicate in their shape.

As he recovered and returned his gaze to his lower body he noticed his skin had finished its transformation. Astounded at what he saw, Darnell said, “No way! This can only mean- gah!” A heavy compression to his skull quickly took his attention elsewhere.

He had seen all he needed though. Darnell watched enough Asian cinema through his years of viewing ninja films to know what the skin tone of Asians looked like. His skin now looked exactly like that, yellow-gold with a hint of peachy undertones. It was unmistakable what was happening to him now, but what about all of the rest. Something was off, terribly off! He was growing lither; he looked much more feminine now… feminine?

No way, he thought in disbelief as his head suddenly felt crushed and his mind blanked out. 

Thankfully, as Darnell regained focus of his sight, the dizziness he had been feeling for so long had ceased. Everything simply felt warm and euphoric now; his body seemed to be tensing in anticipation more than strain. 

“This isn’t good, no, no!” he cried out. His sight was fixated on something quite embarrassing and worrying; an erection. His body was growing excited though his mind was certainly not yet there.
His body then went wild, being thrown into a fit as his muscles flared up and surged with new power. His face contorted and cracked as the bridge of his nose thinned out, the nose itself vibrating as it shrunk in size. He had a smaller more rounded head now with a pointed chin. Both eyes became more round and lit with charm with heir ends taking on a more Asian curve, the thinning brows above them and fluttering lashes adding to their allure. Erratic moans released from finer ladylike lips as Darnell felt the energy released from the spinning core inside him explode and spread throughout his system.

Darnell should’ve probably done nothing more but succumb to the overwhelming strength and pleasure now coursing through his body, but he was a fighter. He in a sense knew what was happening to him, he was becoming a lady. He had a sense it was a losing battle, but he pressed on, unwilling to give up, the shock of vigor he’d just received powering up his warrior’s spirit once more.
It was a different battle for Darnell now though. He knew he couldn’t stop his changes, but he had an inkling that something was going to be unleashed upon his mind. A great gift was coming. At this point he simply wished to fight to keep his sense of self intact. 

Think happy thoughts, he ordered himself. Images of beautiful ladies, being the hopeless romantic he was, rooted in his mind. Yes… pretty ladies; sweet and fair. Will I be as beautiful as them? Honestly, this probably only added insult to injury as far as working his body up even more, considering the change he was currently undergoing.

His short hair began to lengthen off of his head. It turned a shiny black coat and grew down to his shoulders before coming to a stop, his bangs sweeping a bit above his eyes.

His muscles quaked and bugled again as his limbs formed lean ridges and definition leaving their frail appearance behind. Despite the sudden sculpting of strength however, they also gained a sort of soft delicacy to them still. Darnell felt his thighs swell out not just with strength, but womanly fat as well. The thickening thighs rubbed and squeezed at his agitated cock. His arms remained a lot thinner by comparison, but still packed some nice tonnage.

Despite the extra muscle and mass being put on his body, he still appeared very much a woman. His body looked rather small for his shirt he was wearing as it hung loose of him now, as if he were wearing an extra-large shirt.

Darnell could feel his organs shifting about in his lower gut. He had an idea of what was coming next, and so did his body, as it began to roll like a wave on his bed. His hands still clenched to the headboard, he held on as his body rolled and thrusted up and down, his dick pulling lower and lower beneath his underwear causing his tent to slowly disappear. 

“Hahn… oh… hoh… god… ahn!” Darnell moaned with each full motion, his voice getting higher, squeakier, and softer with each whine.

During one of his motions, his sides sunk in around his waist, giving an attractive curve to his figure. Another SNAP, and it scrunched in even more. He looked ridiculously blessed now, a waist size many woman would be envious of. As he screamed out in glee, he felt his navel area tremble as a pair of soft abs formed on the surface; an envious mix of elegance and strength.

Darnell was overjoyed now. These images of women dancing about in his mind; he was becoming one of them! Wait, no! He was a guy, so he shouldn’t want to think of himself as a woman. He worried as he felt his attraction towards woman fading. He wasn’t picturing them with thoughts of lust, but of admiration. He wanted to be like them, so he could be sought after by every man on campus. He wanted to be a bombshell that made all men’s heads turn.

“O-oh… my!” Darnell whimpered before he felt his manhood pull inside him. His voice cracked and unleashed itself into a new high pitched, girly shrill.

Suddenly mountains of mass seemed to push themselves up against HER chest and butt cheeks. Her body kicked violently up and off the bed, back down, and up again, as her ass bloated rapidly along with her chest. Her ass cheeks jiggled free like jelly, filling out her underwear until they hugged her massive cushions tight in their embrace. Her cheeks became so big that even her plus-sized undies wedged themselves in her crack, the leg-holes pulling up high on her thicker thighs. Some of the space was quickly filled out as her hips shot out side to side, each bounce back and forth bringing more girth to match her huge ass and developing womb.

Darnell could feel her womb forming inside her. Her balls had been sucked in and refashioned in some indescribable manner. She felt an empty space materialize within her and grow in size. It felt like a small thin balloon had been fit into her stomach and was being blown up. As it extended down to the empty space between her legs she shivered in delight as a cataclysmic feeling of bliss washed over her.

“Oh-oh yes! Ahn! Ohh, fuck!” she cried out as she felt her slit break free between her legs, her fresh fluids spilling out into her underwear. All that remained incomplete was the jiggling mass forming on her chest.

Two fleshy mounds rose like loaves of bread on her chest, her nipples firing out like metal screws on top of the growing peaks. The tips creased the shirt as it was carried higher and higher up on her body thanks to her growing breasts. Eventually they were big enough that they began to sag and drop a bit, the upper sides of the shirt fitting her frame a tad bit once more, the tits filling the upper space of the shirt.

“Ohn, yes! Oh! More, more!” Darnell commanded, thoughts of hunky guys playing with her new breasts envisioned in her mind.

A loud bang against the wall made him jump and release a squeaky yelp.

“Hey keep it down over there will ya?” a muffled voice from the room over called out. “Fucking banging like mice over there.” Darnell blushed, embarrassed, as she tried to hold back her moans.
“Must be Arata,” another voice said. “Those girls would get wild for him, hahaha!”

As she was now and the state she was in, hearing them mention Arata brought images of her friend to mind. He was gorgeous, handsome, a total dream!

In instinctive reaction to that thought, she couldn’t help but cry out, “Arata, oh! Oh Arata!” Thus feeding into the fantasy of the two other men in the other room that Arata was having his way with some chick in his dorm.

With one final kick Darnell’s breasts ballooned out, settling on a nice weighty size. She was no expert, but she’d guess probably at least a D-cup, maybe even an E. She had little time to admire her new form however as the trapped thoughts she knew were coming opened up in her mind and she was flooded with a tidal wave of information. 

It was like a great awakening for her, causing her underwear to be flushed as well by the hands of an enormous climax. Darnell clamped her legs together and gripped the headboard so tight, that with her new strength, she snapped the surface of the top wooden beam a bit.

“Ooohhhh! Ahhnn, yeaah!! Ahnn!! Ohh… so good… mmmmm…” Her moans petered out in the wake of her orgasm. What a ride it had been.

As Darnell settled in the wake of her experience tears welled in her eyes. But not tears of fear or sadness, but joy! The knowledge that had just spilled into her revealed all. What had just happened to her was an initiation. She had just been welcomed into a clan of ninjas, given their genes through a transference-jutsu. She had been deemed worthy enough to be given the knowledge, strength, and skills of a revered ninja clan that fought as modern day vigilantes of justice. It was their way of keeping their clans traditions alive while also using their abilities to better the world. Darnell was so lucky, so happy to have been welcomed into such a life, the life she always dreamed of.

But where was she supposed to go from here? She may have now known all this, but some key components were missing. Where was the clan stationed? What was it even called? It would seem information was purposefully left hidden from her. Did she still need to prove herself worthy?

Then it dawned on her; she would start with Arata! She was quick to surmise that Arata was the one who left the gift, judging how he acted the previous night. Her new ninja wits were in full focus as she went over her options. Though she quickly became distracted as her still worked up libido caused her to think of handsome men once more.

She slapped her face to regain focus. “Get yourself together, Ibuki!” she snapped. She paused as she realized what she had just called herself. “Huh… Ibuki?” The name had just come to her in the moment, but it was a very nice name. She settled on it as what she would call herself from that point on.

A loud bang on the door of her dorm caught her attention as the guys from the room over had gotten fed up with all the racket she had made and seemed ready to burst in. Acting fast, Ibuki flew up to a corner of the room to the right of the door, planting both legs on the walls, and her hands on the ceiling. She kept herself suspended in the corner as they walked into the room. Thanks to her new ingrained ninja training and strength and finesse, she held herself effortlessly in that position, muttering out an illusionary jutsu to add a thin cloak of invisibility to disguise herself.

The two men looked around in increasing confusion, including straight up at her, but did not notice her. The technique actually worked! Ibuki couldn’t believe it as she giggled quietly. She was really a ninja now!

The two men heard her laughter however and turned to stare up at her corner again, breaking her deception. Her illusion destroyed, Ibuki let herself drop and with a few spinning kicks and a flurry of fists she knocked out the two snoops.

She stood there over their immobile bodies for a few moments. “… maaaaybe I went a little overboard there,” she admittedly awkwardly.

After dragging the two back to their room nextdoor she sat down to meditate and think over her options. It would be a long day figuring out her new life and something told her Arata wasn’t coming back. She shrugged it off and gazed out the window of her room towards the bright morning sky, its colors matching the joy in her soul.

She smiled, her mind wandering to what came next and she tenderly spoke, “Thank you Arata.” Arata never returned to their dorm.

A year had passed since that day and Ibuki was still going to the same campus. She had restarted her new life, unfortunately having to leave her family behind. It hurt for quite a while but she knew there was no way she could retain her ties to her old self anymore. She was someone new, reborn. Under her new guise she was back at school working towards a new passion of hers, fashion. She warmed up quickly to her girly side, and found herself to be highly creative when it came to fashion design. All those years of admiring the female form might tend to do that, one could suppose.

Her lazy tendencies had vanished as well, she was inspired to get her life on track and prove herself to be a worthy ninja. She kept her body in shape through rigorous training whenever she could find time. She made loads of new friends, her looks definitely making it easier for sure. She was a bombshell, all the guys gawked at her and many of the girls admired her. She did her best to not let it get to her head and enjoyed the new friends she made.

When it came to the guys however… well, she was a bit weak for the hunks.

“Ahn, ohh! Ohh yes! Yes! Fuck me! Ohh! Harder!” Ibuki cried out as she was brutally plowed by her current slab of handsome man.

Her thick ass smacked effortlessly against the ramming thighs of her lover as she was held by her arms and thrusted into, his junk poking at her tummy from the inside. This was certainly the most hung man she’d ever been in bed with so far and boy did he treat her well, in bed and out. She was starting to think he might be the one, but who knew with her.

After that rough but enjoyable session, Ibuki kissed and departed him, leaving back to her woman’s dorm. As usual, all the ladies asked her how he was. They always hounded her whenever they figured she had a night of fun. Ibuki had certainly gained the popularity she used to crave. And being still the hopeless romantic she constantly rushed into relationships, the idea of romance with a sweet eye-catching guy too much for her not to give in.

It wasn’t all fun and games for Ibuki though. She went to college in a large city, ripe with crime. Using her inherited skills she became a ninja of justice as she always imagined herself. She did what she could to help with crime in the city, often ending tough hostage situations and other high profile crimes. Big or small, if she had a whiff that something bad was going on or felt she could help, she was there. Some people in the city knew of this hero and the tale of the guardian hero was gaining traction despite the police trying to state otherwise. But no one ever caught a good glimpse of Ibuki. She was the city’s silent protector.

Oftentimes throughout her campaigns for justice, Ibuki could swear she felt Arata’s presence watching her. She hoped she was doing him proud all the same.

One night, while leaping about the city rooftops, Ibuki felt it again.

“Arat’s presence! Its nearby! He’s-“

As she turned around, she smacked right into Arata’s chest. There he was, in the flesh.

After a moment to recover her wits and realize who it was she’d bashed into, Ibuki tore off her ninja mouth cover and leaped at him, hugging him tight to his surprise.

“Woah, there, Ibuki!” Arata said, “That’s what you’re called now right?” When she nodded happily, he eyed Ibuki’s new garments. “Looking good, too! You make that ninja garb yourself?”

Ibuki wore as her ninja attire a light murky green sleeveless ninja garb with hip vents. She had bandaged up her bare feet around her arches as well as bandaged up her forearms beneath her ninja gauntlets. She wore sleeveless black attire beneath her garb with a long neck crop to cover her mouth. She had grown out her hair considerably, tying it up into a long, thin ponytail that stuck straight up from her murky green cap and then traveled in a long path down her back, past her waist, her hair beneath her cap slicked back with a few long strands falling elevated above her face.

Ibuki gleefully responded, “Yup, sure did! I really dig fashion you see, so it came naturally! Oh, Arata, thank you so much! I never got to thank- “

Arat quickly silenced Ibuki with a finger to her lips, who was talking a mile-a-minute. “Man, I thought I was gonna have to apologize for giving you the wrong Isan bōru and turning you into a woman, but I can see you’ve really taken a liking to it.” With a look of admiration he continued, “You’ve done well Ibuki… it’s time.”

Tears flowed down Ibuki’s face as she knew what he meant. She was finally accepted into the ninja clan, she could join her new family! “And… what about my life here?” she asked.

“Don’t worry,” Arata replied. “Our clan is spread pretty wide actually, all round the globe. One of our major temples is actually not too far from here. It’s where I work from! You don’t have to give up any of this.”

Ibuki hugged Arata once more. “I can’t thank you enough, Arata.” As she sobbed into his shoulder, her breasts squeezed enticingly against his chest, making the older ninja blush. She was truly quite a sight, perhaps the most beautiful lady he had ever seen.

Ibuki’s new life truly began and she was welcomed into her new home at the temple with a huge gathering and party. For the next few years as she graduated and began working in the fashion business, she also took on her responsibilities as a full-fledged ninja. She worked on high profile missions across the globe, her clan striking down evil wherever they could.

One day Arata was secretly spying on Ibuki as she left a diner with her current fling. Arata had developed strong feelings for Ibuki over the years. He hated that she was so hopelessly smitten with any hunk she came across, the same old hopeless romantic as she had been before becoming a ninja. Why did she never approach him? He had gotten to the point of wanting her terribly so. That night he decided to make a move as the two of them were doing some private training by moonlight in the temple garden.

As they went through various ninja stances, Arata interrupted the silence with, “Why do you never look at me the same way as you do all those other men?” It was ridiculously straightforward for sure, but Arata couldn’t take it any longer.

Ibuki froze in the middle of a lunge. “A-Arata? Come on now.” She chuckled a bit. “You know I care for you, deeply. I just… I never thought you thought of that way about me. With you, it’s different. I didn’t want to accidently ruin what we had.” She sulked a bit.

“That’s ridiculous, Ibuki I love you! You’re amazing! Talented as a ninja, so kind hearted, fun, overly cheerful, haha! I can’t stop thinking about you lately…”

Ibuki was left stunned. She had always thought fondly about Arata too. Not just because of the gift he had given her all those years ago, and not just because he was a hunk like all the other’s she fawned over, but because he understood her. He always understood her, even back when she was Darnell. He was at that time her only friend.

“Oh Arata... I… I love you t- “

She was silenced as Arata’s lips met hers. The two closed their eyes and embraced under the moonlight. Their tongues wrapped about each other’s and they felt each other’s powerful, graceful bodies and slowly came to kneeling positions on the ground. Arata slipped a hand inside Ibuki’s garbs and felt her soft, full breasts. They felt like squishy pillows in his hands, just rounder and heavier.

“Hah, oh Arata! Uhn…yes.” Ibuki moaned, savoring his touch.

Arata quickly put Ibuki down on her back and they both grinded each other on the ground for a few minutes before the clothes came off. Both lying naked in the moonlit night, the cool air comforting against their now heated bodies, both of their nipples erect, they waited. They waited for the right moment, Ibuki playing with Arata’s dick beneath their bodies, smiling like an experienced seductress.
“Didn’t know you could make such a face… uhn…” Arata whispered, captivated by his lover’s brown eyed gaze.

Ibuki ran her fingers across Arata’s beefy chest and down along his chiseled abs that ran like miniature mountain ranges down his stomach.

She just couldn’t wait any longer. “Oh god… Arata... do it!”

He heard his maiden’s call and slid his thick member inside her lusting cavern. Her lower lips clenched as tight as they ever had, immediately falling in love with the commanding pillar of meat thrust between them. Arata lifted up one of Ibuki’s legs and gave her a very traditional, but very gentlemanly bedding.

He was rough with her when she asked for it, but he continued to give it to her in a manner where they both could stare each other in the face. Every moment of their bonding was witnessed by each other, directly, eye to eye.

“Oh Arata! Ah, ahnnn!! Yes, ohh… mmm…” Ibuki wailed, feeling her man pump his load inside her. She didn’t care. It felt too right not to let it happen.

“Uh… Ibuki! Ibuki! Oh! Oh! Uhn… mmmm…” Arata moaned back, making sure every thrust hit the perfect mark for his woman he had wanted for so long.

The two gently embraced on the ground, chests pressed together, holding tight to one another. This was something real, Ibuki felt it. It was the love, respect, admiration she’d always truly wanted.

Ibuki silently drifted asleep in her lover’s arms and thought, This…this is love. I’ve found it.