Patron Reward: Naruto Catfight: Ino vs Hinata

Another piece of the Naruto girls catfighting and punching each other's midriffs in. Also including bitchy alternate Hinata so she'll fight at all.

Ino snuck a dirty look at Hinata. It wasn’t even the Hinata she’d known growing up in her village. It was that smug parallel version of her from another timeline. Hinata had always been shy, sweet and mousey, but the other dimension had everyone’s moods and personalities reversed. This version was loud and aggressive, especially about her crush on Naruto. She had quickly established boundaries and that nobody was going to mess with her or her man, even when that meant pounding a few romantic rivals into the ground.

Ever since then, Hinata practically ran the school. She spent all the time she wanted with her new boyfriend and every other girl in school gave her plenty of space. Nobody else was happy about it, but it felt better than having their stomachs pounded in like the last girls to piss the new Hinata off.

“I’m not going to take this crap!” Ino decided at last. She was done with everyone flinching whenever the yandere bitch walked through the halls. She hastily dug through her closet, sorting through her clothes to find just the right outfit. Something to piss off and challenge Hinata without having to say a word.

Ino finally came back out with a low skirt and short top. She had gotten it several years ago, so it was tight and small on her. Perfect for leaving her taut and sexy stomach on display in the same way that Hinata flaunted hers in the halls; a steady reminder of the belly-crushing beatdown that she had administered on her challengers.

“It’s perfect,” the blonde ninja decided. She set the outfit out on her dresser for tomorrow’s ninjutsu classes.

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Hinata strode through the halls like a gothic queen. Her pale eyes were curled into a small, arrogant smile as she passed her fellow ninjas in training. Her pace remained brisk and confident, clearly aware of her stranglehold on the way students interacted between classes. Her smile only brightened as she set herself to finding Naruto and forcing her way further into his life.

When she crossed Ino in the halls, her face quickly changed to a hateful grimace. The blonde ninja had dressed in her carefully selected clothes and she smirked at how blatantly it annoyed Hinata. The low skirt and high top left her entire stomach exposed, and a few other students were sneaking glances at her bare midriff. The bullying brunette was quickly left seething from Ino presenting herself as such an obvious target while mimicking Hinata’s style.

“Just WHAT do you think you’re doing?” Hinata demanded as she stepped up to Ino.

“What? I’m just going to class,” the blonde replied coyly. Her smug smile hinted that she knew exactly what she was doing. “Why? Are you jealous that someone else can dress half as slutty as you?”

The already tense young ninja around them variously bolted or lingered and murmured at the act of defiance coming from Ino. Hinata fumed as her pale skin turned an angry shade of red.

“You nasty little bitch! You’ve got some nerve! Are you really this fucking stupid!?” Hinata barked at her.

“No, I’m just tired of your shit,” Ino snapped back. She put her hands on her hips, framing her stomach even more blatantly as she leaned in towards Hinata. “So what are you going to do about it?”

Hinata let out a huffing breath. “Meet me in the woods after school! I’ll show you what happens to the skanks that get in my way! If you don’t show up, I’ll track you down myself. And you don’t want that…”

“We’re all trained killers and professional ninjas in the making!” Ino blurted out. “We get it! We can ALL do that! GOD you can be so pretentious!”

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There was a small clearing in the forest not far beyond the Hidden Leaf Village. There were more spacious areas for when ninja wanted a more epic and flashy showdown, but the students knew about this spot for more private and low-key battles.

Ino promptly arrived at the meeting spot, finding Hinata sitting on a stump waiting for her. She glared up at Ino with her murky eyes and spat on the grass.

“About time you showed up,” she snapped. She hadn’t been there for long; Ino was just as eager to start this fight as she was. Hinata was simply always eager to give a suspected rival a hard time to enforce her territorial nature.

“I thought you’d be stalking your ‘boyfriend’ again,” Ino scoffed back, rolling her eyes. Hinata’s eyes narrowed hatefully as the easily recognized veins tensed around her eyes. Her bloodline’s technique triggered in her outrage at even the suggestion of bringing Naruto into this, but after a moment they faded away again.

“Whatever,” Hinata tried to deflect. “I’m giving you the same handicap as everyone else: no jutsus, no chakra. Anything physical is fair game.”

“That works for me. I don’t need to possess your body to beat your ass,” Ino jeered. She cracked her knuckles as the ladies approached each other. They were tensed and ready for their showdown, but they relatively lax stands showed that neither was especially concerned with using their more advanced martial arts training so much as simply beating the hell out of each other.

The ever-aggressive Hinata struck first, launching a few punches and palm strikes at Ino’s head. The blonde fighter raised her guard, dodging and deflecting them as they came. While it didn’t do any real damage, it left Hinata an opening. She pivoted swiftly on one foot and slammed a kick into Ino’s exposed side, sending a painful shock through her stomach. Ino gasped and reeled off in the opposite direction.

“Is that all it takes? I knew you were all talk!” Hinata laughed cruelly. She followed up on her exposing blow with a firm palm strike to Ino’s chest, flattening one of her breasts into her ribs. The blonde grunted loudly and grabbed at her chest protectively as she stumbled backward. She found herself bracing against a tree behind her as Hinata cracked her knuckles.

“If I knew you’d be this easy, I’d have called your bitch ass out a long time ago,” she taunted. Hinata balled up a tight fist and smashed it into Ino’s stomach. She aimed right for her navel to dig her knuckles in deep, making her challenger groan loudly and double over her fist. A short spray of saliva escaped her lips as Hinata pulled her fist back, just to drive the other one home instead.

“If you just wanted to dress up as a punching bag, you should have just said so!” The sadistic brunette bashed a few more punches into Ino’s stomach before she finally managed to fight back. Ino slammed a palm strike across Hinata’s jaw, stunning the gothy kunoichi for a moment. She growled and threw another punch at Ino’s face, but the blonde darted aside in her moment of hesitation. Her fist hit nothing but bark, making Hinata flinch and recoil to rub her aching knuckles.

Eager for some payback, Ino ducked towards Hinata and threw out both of her palms together. They slapped with a noisy impact against the brunette’s bare belly, knocking her clean off her feet with the powerful body blow. Hinata landed on her ass with a loud gasp, clutching her throbbing stomach to try and suppress the gag reflex.

“Looks like you’re not the top bitch anymore,” Ino snarled as she lashed out with a swift kick. It smacked across Hinata’s face and knocked her flat on the ground, wincing as she rubbed her cheek. The brunette glared up at her, just to find Ino already leaping into the air. Her feet came crashing down on Hinata’s stomach, flattening her bare belly and getting the bossy brunette to huff and nearly fold in half.

“HA! Stay down, skank!” Ino ordered as she stumbled off Hinata. The damage was already done as the red outlines of her shoes were left on the paler ninja’s stomach.

“F-fucking bitch! I’ll kill you!” Hinata choked out, spitting what few breaths she could gather as threats and insults. She curled up in a fetal position, coughing wetly on the grass. Ino smirked down at her with her hands on her hips.

“Maybe try to stand up first. Baby steps, bugeyes,” she sneered back. “Or you can just pack up and go back to your own dimension or whatever sluttly timeline you crawled out of.”

Hinata growled as her already volatile temper flared up. She started to drag herself up when Ino went to cut her off. She threw another kick at Hinata’s vulnerable stomach but she was better prepared than she was expecting. The mouthy kunoichi caught her foot before it connected and rose to her feet, giving a sharp yank with a quick surge of chakra to empower her. She lifted Ino clean off her feet, swinging her like a humanoid baseball bat through the air.

“AHHHH! WHAT THE FUCK!?” Ino shouted as she went flying through the air. Hinata pivoted sharply to smash Ino’s midsection against one of the nearby trees, nearly folding her body in half as it wrapped around the trunk. Ino’s eyes bugged out and spit flew from her mouth as she ragdolled with the swing. Hinata let go of her to let her drop to the forest floor, flinching and clutching her aching stomach.

“Ugh! Ohhhh god. H-hold on a sec…” Ino choked out.

“After all that shit you were talking?! No way, blondie!”

Hinata grabbed Ino by the collar of her top, dragging her up to her feet. The gasping Ino could barely stay standing, even with the “help” of her sadistic opponent. Hinata clocked her with another punch to the face, adding a dizzying pain to the already breathless ache in her lower belly. Ino stumbled back into a large stone, just for Hinata to grab her by the neck. She shoved the blonde back and bent her over backward, making Ino cry out as her back was bent across the rock.

“Fuck! Fuck stop!” Ino yelped, kicking frantically at Hinata’s legs. Between all the pain and their promise to not use any jutsus, she was stuck and panicking.

“Oh, but I was just having fun!” Hinata jeered. With Ino bent over backward, the gothic brunette clenched an eager fist. She smashed it into her belly, the skin drawn taut across her abs. It drove straight into the blonde’s stomach, getting another painful grunt to pop out of her. Hinata went on bashing Ino’s slender body, making her buck and groan with every blow as the rest of her body twitched like a ragdoll.

“You like that?! You still feeling cocky, you bullshitting bitch?!” Hinata ranted viciously at her opponent.

The gothy ninja buried her knuckles into her navel over and over, slugging the wind out of Ino until she felt like she couldn’t breathe. Her abs pulsed in constant pain as Hinata bruised up her belly, crushing her into the stone behind her. Her legs felt like they were made of jelly as Hinata pulled up on her hair, spiking a knee into the blonde’s open stomach. Ino let out one last, revolted gag as she sprayed thick saliva over Hinata’s extended arm and full chest, dropping to her knees in front of her vicious kunoichi queen of the school.

“Had enough?” Hinata asked smugly. “Not that it matters. I’ve still got all sorts of things I’ve been waiting to try out on the next little shit that dared to stand up to me.”

She grabbed Ino by the hair, but the blonde ninja reacted out of instinct. She could barely see Hinata through her watering eyes and spinning head, but she could figure out where she was standing based on her grip on her head. Ino tightened up her fist and shot it upward, bashing Hinata right between the legs. The brunette let out an agonized gasp as her thighs squeezed together, bending over as her hands went to clutch her aching pussy.

“You should learn to shut the fuck up!” Ino snarled as she forced herself to plant a foot on the ground. She shoved herself upward and threw an uppercut at Hinata’s jaw, even if her balance was a bit off. It still connected with one of the chesty kunoichi’s jugs, smashing her in the underboob. Hinata gasped as one hand went to hold her tit, unsure of which made a higher priority as her attention was split between her breast and groin. Ino stumbled away and braced herself against the rock she had been pinned against, throwing her weight into a high kick. It smashed her sole noisily into Hinata’s stomach, sending her stumbling back as her unguarded gut took the full impact while she was more concerned with her privates.

With the hopes of a comeback rekindling inside Ino, she charged back into the fight. She threw a pair of quick hooks into Hinata’s stomach, rewarded with two fleshy smacking sounds. She went for another when Hinata’s palm smacked into her incoming blow, pushing it aside and grabbing Ino by the head. She dragged her face down and into her knee, cutting off her hopes of a turnaround. Ino’s head snapped back as her eyes crossed, and a sudden, sharp palm strike from Hinata slapped against her stomach. Ino huffed loudly, blown off her feet and tumbling back into the grass. A large red handprint was left on her abdomen as she wheezed for air, the fight knocked back out of her.

“Just how stupid do you have to be to keep getting in my way, blondie!?” Hinata demanded as she moved in on her challenger.

Ino had just gotten to her knees when Hinata grabbed her by the arm, forcing her to her feet before the universally displaced ninja smashed a knee into the blonde’s belly. She was keeping Ino breathless, and it was clearly working as air and saliva shot out of her mouth.

“You are so pathetic! Was this worth your stupid barking just so you could pretend you could beat me for a few minutes?”

Hinata continued to berate Ino as she turned and threw her by her hair, sending her stumbling into a fallen tree. The blonde ninja grunted as she tripped on it, falling over backward and wincing as the bark scratched against her back. She arched to fold over it, but the backache was the least of her worries after a moment. The painful position left her chest thrust out and her stomach tight. Hinata approached her, smiling menacingly as she eyed up her favorite target in Ino’s midriff.

“Lucky you haven’t passed out yet,” Hinata noted.

She cut herself off by stomping Ino’s stomach, smashing her sole into the taut tummy. Ino bucked sharply upward, coughing and gagging as her bruised abdominal muscles pulsed with pain. She couldn’t escape the vulnerable position, and Hinata took full advantage of the fact by grinding her foot over her stomach.

“And I mean lucky for me, of course! Unlucky for you, because now I get to beat your pathetic bitch ass so hard that they’ll be finding pieces of you all over these woods for days!” Hinata threatened.

Ino could only choke and gasp for air as she weakly pulled at Hinata’s ankle. She didn’t have the strength or leverage to stop the rampaging brunette from having her way with her, and the vicious look in the pale-eyed girl made it clear she meant to do exactly that.

Hinata withdrew her leg, only to snap it forward again in a low kick. Ino gave a loud scream of agony as Hinata’s foot smashed into her groin, digging in under her skirt as the blonde sat in her vulnerable state. Her face was frozen in absolute pain as she flopped over to one side. Her hands remained glued to her throbbing pussy, the only thing that seemed to make the intimate suffering bearable.

“My god! The look on your face!” Hinata laughed loudly. She hugged her stomach as the ringing laughter made her own abs sting.

“It’s so funny! A real GUT buster!”

Hinata accented her latest insult with another kick Ino’s stomach. She just moaned and tried to curl up more protectively. Hinata planted her foot on one of Ino’s cheeks, grinding the sole against her and mashing her face into the dirt and grass.

“This is where the old me would probably offer some mercy… but that’s not how I deal with mouthy skanks who get between me and my Naruto! I’m the one in charge around here to make sure he gets everything he wants!”

Hinata bent over and grabbed Ino by the hair, once again dragging her back to her feet. Ino winced as tears started to run down her cheeks. The pain was starting to fade, but the accumulated bruises and low blows were starting to become unbearable.

With a furious shout, Hinata threw Ino by the hair hard enough for her to go flying off her feet. Ino shrieked as she went crashing past a few trees, snapping off the slimmer branches that got in the way of her incoming body. She bounced and tumbled to a stop among a mess of loose branches just beyond the clearing.

“I bet you wish you could just fall unconscious by now,” Hinata gloated as she stalked after her. “But I’d just wake you up anyway. You need to learn not to mess with ME!”

Hinata broke into a sprint, darting between the trees in a bloodthirsty b-line for her freshly downed opponent. Ino’s blood ran cold to even consider what fresh torture she had in mind for her and managed to act before she could actually think of a way to stop her. She grabbed the nearest, thickest branch that she had torn loose in her helpless freefall. It was roughly the size of a bo staff, something she had at least dabbled in during all their combat training. It happened to be just the thing she needed as she gripped it and thrust it out in a precise jab towards Hinata, hoping to land a blow to her face or chest to cut off her attack.

As luck would have it, she did herself one better. Hinata had raised her leg to deliver a devastating stomp to Ino, but doing so had shifted her weight while the blonde’s aim was already shaky from her aches and pains. The pool cue-like jab went right between Hinata’s legs, hitting her crotch hard enough that her panties started to bury themselves into her pussy. Hinata’s pale eyes went incredibly wide as her mouth fell open, paralyzed by the invasive pain pulsing through her privates.

Ino let out a breathless laugh, realizing that her sudden counterattack had left her with the opening she needed.

“Finally shutting up? I always did prefer the quiet Hinata,” Ino jeered as she withdrew the makeshift staff from Hinata’s crotch. The brunette’s legs crossed and she let out a miserable whimper as she doubled over in pain.

Ino stumbled back to her feet, forcing herself to continue. If she was going to have any chance in beating Hinata, she had to act now. She swung the branch again, this time in a wider sweeping motion as it smacked across Hinata’s breasts. She let out a pained grunt as Ino wound up and swung again. This time the branch noisily connected with her gut, the meaty thump impacting her belly hard enough to make Hinata jump off her feet for a moment. The brunette crumbled to her knees and Ino raised her tree branch high, bashing it across Hinata’s back. The improvised weapon snapped in half, but it had done its job as Hinata wailed and crashed chest-first onto the ground.

Suddenly grateful for her rarely used weapons training, Ino tossed the broken tool aside. Hinata groaned as she writhed in the grass and dirt, her hands roaming over her body as if unsure which part of her hurt more. She weakly tried to drag herself up to her hands and knees. She couldn’t even accomplish that before Ino fired a kick into her midriff, sinking her toes into Hinata’s gut and dropping her right back to the ground.

“Stay down, bitch. I’m not done with you yet,” Ino threatened.

Hinata’s normally cruel and confident expression had vanished as she clutched her stomach. She looked pained and panicked as she coughed up a mess of saliva onto the ground and waved a shaky hand at her.

“W-wait! Time out a second!” she pleaded in a raspy voice. She was still struggling to breathe after that unexpected beating.

“After all the shit you just put me through!? In your dreams, emo queen!”

Ino grabbed Hinata by her top and dragged her up to her knees. The brunette ninja squealed just from being forced to move in her injured state, and Ino only made it worse when she slammed an unimpeded kick into Hinata’s bare belly. The pale skin pressed inward for a painful instant that seemed to linger for so much longer.

Hinata let out a weak howl as Ino grinned sadistically down at her. She drove a couple more swift kicks into her stomach and the broken brunette could only accept them. She jerked limply as Ino gripped her top to keep her steady, relishing in beating down the bigmouthed bully who had nearly taken her down a few moments ago.

“Please… ugh… stop…” Hinata gurgled, her gray eyes watering up in pain.

“Not a chance!” Ino snapped back at her.

“Not until you give up and stop acting like you’re the hokage of the entire school.”

Ino threw Hinata onto her front, letting her crumble face first back into the grass. The brunette groaned but didn’t have to wait there for long before her blonde tormentor knelt behind her and gripped both of her wrists. She pulled back sharply, yanking Hinata’s upper body off the ground and driving her knee into her spine. Hinata shrieked, unable to escape the back-breaking position with Ino holding onto her arms.

The hold forced her to arch her back, thrusting out her plump tits and drawing her bruised, pale stomach out tight as a drum. Even just tensing her abs like this made her scream in agony, her tenderized belly practically put on display like the triumphant blonde’s trophy from her inevitable victory.

“AHHH! STOP! STOP IT!” Hinata shrieked desperately. Ino just adjusted her grip and pulled tighter, making Hinata’s body arch until she was almost horizontal in stretching out her aching abs.

“Say it! Say you give before I stretch you into a bitchy little pretzel!” Ino demanded.

“YES! OKAY! I give!” Hinata cried out, tears running down her normally glaring face. “Just stop!”

Ino released her back and belly-stretching hold, letting Hinata crumble to the ground. She gasped in relief, clutching her stomach. She held and rubbed at it, trying to soothe her ab muscles that kept twitching in tender pain.

Hinata breathed heavily, trying to steady herself when Ino grabbed her by the hair. She dragged the brunette bully back to her feet and shoved her back against a tree.

“Wait! What are you doing!? I surrendered!” Hinata blurted in a pained panic.

“Sure did. The fight’s over,” Ino said. Even as she did, she cracked her knuckles.

“So consider this your punishment. Or a warning for next time you think about starting shit around school!”

Ino drive a fist as deep as it could go in Hinata’s belly. The normally tight stomach muscles yielded in her beaten and exhausted state, letting it go deeper than usual. Hinata gagged noisily as the nauseating sensation launched a burst of saliva past her lips.

Despite the damp sensation Ino only grinned wider. She was willing to put up with it as a sign that she was beating the hell out of her nemesis. It encouraged her to drive several more body blows into her, rocking Hinata’s whole body into a twitching mess as she pummeled anywhere around her exposed navel.

By the time Ino’s arms tired enough to take a break, Hinata was a wide-eyed ragdoll limply leaning against the tree. She was coated in sweat and drool and dirt, looking utterly devastated by Ino’s latest belly beating.

The blonde ninja smiled as she leaned into her, mashing her breasts against Hinata’s to pin her in place.

“So I’m not going to hear anymore shit from you, right?” she demanded.

Hinata nodded loosely, as if it took most of her remaining energy.

“Perfect.”

Ino shoved her back against the tree, propping Hinata up on the branches like a particularly bruised up scarecrow. She smiled proudly as she went back home, happily recalling their secretive duel for days to come while Hinata miserably recovered from her just desserts.