บท 47: Losing Control

Kin Tsuchi's eyes rolled up to the back of her head, her face the very picture of ecstasy, while Sakura fell to her knees, arms crossed in front of her as she clutched her undulating breasts. They were fighting desperately to escape their confines, pushing her abused zip farther down her dress.

Once, twice, they pulsated, and then they stopped growing, still jiggling from their outward momentum. Breathing hard and face flushed pink, Sakura was desperately fighting to regain mastery over her own body before Dosu and Zaku realized what had happened.

Congratulations to the Host—

"NOT NOW!" Sakura hissed.

Too late; Sakura's two remaining opponents had already noticed that Sakura had gone for Kin Tsuchi instead of Dosu. And to make matters worse, Dosu had already recovered from his self-inflicted paralysis!

"Why, you!"

"Move!" Sakura groaned to her body, which was still being racked by waves of pleasure. "Move!"

"Zankūha: 100% Air Pressure!"

The air in front of her shimmered, and Sakura suddenly found her limbs to be responsive again. Even so, she was still too muddleheaded to knead enough chakra to gather under her feet in order to flicker out of the shockwave's path, so she simply threw herself out of harm's way, not caring about her landing.

Unfortunately for Sakura, she wasn't used to her breasts' newfound weight, which lagged behind her in comparison to the rest of her body. They had once again popped free of their bindings, slopping to and from freely within her clothes; they were counteracting her every movement.

As a result, Sakura failed to completely dodge Zaku's attack; the shockwave caught her in the legs, causing her flip head over heels and tumble straight into a tree, where she ended up propped up against it, spread-eagled, with her body upside-down and her legs in the air; an extremely undignified position.

Sakura spat out a mouthful of blood, and upon coming to her senses, she found that she couldn't see anything; her breasts had flopped in front of her face, blocking her view. She could still hear, though; the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps was especially clear in her ears, since she was upside-down, and her head was touching the ground. Gathering her strength, Sakura rolled backwards into a handstand, and mustering all of the chakra in her body into her arms and palms, she jumped!

Dosu swung his gauntlet, just barely missing Sakura, since she had jumped over his head. Instead of hitting her, he punched a hole into the tree with a resounding BANG; just as Sakura was finishing weaving the Tiger sign!

"Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu!"

Still airborne, Sakura blew out a continuous stream of flames from her mouth, incinerating everything below her. But suddenly, afflicted by a bout of dizziness, she was forced to stop before she lost control over her Jutsu; Dosu's last sound-based attack had finally reached her ears, upsetting her sense of balance.

Everything was spinning, and the world was on fire…

Fortunately, Sakura hadn't set anything beneath her on fire with her short Fireball Jutsu, so when she fell back down to the ground, she didn't receive any burns from her own Jutsu. Unfortunately, that also included Dosu.

"Thanks for the assist, Zaku," said Dosu, picking himself up from the ground.

Zaku had used a low-intensity air wave to push his teammate out of the way of Sakura's flames, proving once and for all that Fire Style was completely useless when it came to killing enemies.

"Tsuchi's K.O.," came Zaku's voice from farther away. "She's not injured, but it looks like she fainted from fright, that useless woman."

"Tsk," Dosu clicked his tongue. "Then, I'll take care of pink hair over here."

"Naruto," Sakura murmured. "Sasuke…"

Dosu raised his gauntleted arm, ready to cave in Sakura's skull once and for all, but just as he was about to finish her off, a great big spinning ball of fat came crashing in out of nowhere, sending him flying. At the same time, two figures jumped out from a bush and skidded to a halt in front of Sakura, their backs turned to her.

"Ino? Shikamaru?" Sakura said, bewildered.

"You're in a sorry state," said Ino mockingly. "I told you I'd never lose to you, Sakura!"

Let us rewind a bit to understand how things had come to be this way:

Firstly, Sakura and her Shadow Clone had never set up any lethal traps; only tripwire ringing-bell traps to alert her to intruders. The Sound-nin had sent in a squirrel with an Explosive Tag stuck to its back, but Sakura's Shadow Clone had never sent it away, not caring if it set off any of her non-lethal traps. Thus, Rock Lee had never traced this act of animal cruelty back to the Sound-nin, so he had never come to Sakura's rescue!

(R.I.P. squirrel)

Meanwhile, Team 10, the Ino-Shika-Cho team, had run into Neji, who had single-handedly scared them off. After looking around for weaklings to steal a scroll from, they had found Sakura fighting 1 v 3 against the Sound-nin. And when the fight turned badly for Sakura, Ino decided to have her team step in to save her old friend. Finally, Chōji, thinking that the Sound-nin were weaklings due to the relative ease with which Sakura had initially dealt with them, rushed in to the rescue!

Chōji ended his Multi-Size Jutsu, shrinking from his spherical form to his normal, rotund form.

"Team Asuma's never been afraid of weaklings!" he said triumphantly. "Just give up your scroll and scram, if you know what's good for you!"

"That's not something you'd usually brag about," said Shikamaru, scratching his head wearily.

Dosu once again stood up, seemingly no worse for wear, and Zaku joined him.

"You got knocked on your ass by a fatty," Zaku mocked his teammate. "How embarrassing!"

Chōji's face turned dark, and he lowered his head, clenching his fists tightly. Ino and Shikamaru watched on in mild amusement; Chōji was usually an easy-going bloke, but when you brought up his weight, he'd snap!

"Say that again," said Chōji quietly. "I dare you."

"What was that, fatty?" Zaku said, sneering. "I forget which one I used; was it fatass? Fatso?"

"Expansion Jutsu!"

Chōji blew up into a ball again, and he started rolling in place, picking up angular momentum, and Sakura sighed powerlessly. Hopefully, Chōji wouldn't destroy Dosu's gauntlet; she didn't care much for its sound-amplifying functions, but she had a few ideas concerning its vibrating features…