Chiyo couldn't help but laugh, "You remind me of a certain red haired girl I once knew..." She said to Marise, "I wonder... Hahaha! Why, there<em>is</em>a resemblance."<br/><br/>The woman laughed again, her voice shrill and cackling, "Back then... she acted much the way you do with this man she was with. A... Hyuuga, even."<br/><br/>She laughed again, throwing her head back and thoroughly enjoying herself. Aimi seemed uncomfortable, she turned her head and then leaned towards Marise, looking the other girl in the eyes. She gestured very slightly... and then Marise felt a slight tingling down in her womanhood. It was very pleasing... in truth, the Shukaku was more... sludge than sand when it came to her intimate relations with the beast. She felt all of it slither down her thigh and past her knee, until it flowed out of her pant leg.<br/><br/>If it wasn't so troublesome getting all of that inside of her to begin with, the feeling of it leaving her body might have been pleasurable enough to repeat.<br/><br/>Hitomi put her hand on her hip, "Are you two done yet?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was always a deluge in Amegakure. From a gentle patter to a full-on thunderstorm, the village hidden in the rain lived up to its name. The 'village' was more like the ruins of an advanced civilization. Empty towers and buildings were strewn about, much more elaborate in their construction than the ones that had been built by its present-day inhabitants. Small cabins and huts made of stone placed against structures of metal and other unknown materials. The villagers of the Hidden rain were like rats inhabiting a ghost town.<br/><br/>The invasion had begun just a few days prior. Konoha forces had already occupied a good portion of the city, but the forces of Amegakure avoided an open fight with them at every turn... while striking at their supplies and support. Genin assigned to protect their lines of supply were slaughtered, and their attackers melted into the city before any of Konoha's forces could strike back. To make things worse, vast portions of the surrounding area had been blanketed in poisonous gas, an effort to surround and funnel the invaders in a disadvantageous position. The rain kept it from dispersing very far, so it remained potent...<br/><br/>A set of battle armor lay on the stone floor of a dimly lit room. The gentle rain could be heard as a dull noise outside. Beside the armor, clothes- male and female. The sounds of sex could be heard... and muffled moans. A woman sat upon a brown-haired man bound by his arms and legs to each post of the bed. His Konoha headband was over his eyes and in his mouth some fabric made into a makeshift gag. The woman on him was white-haired, long and flowing down her back and to her butt. As she rides him, the man's moans begin to hasten... growing almost desperate.<br/><br/>The door behind them both opened inwards... until it stopped, hitting something. A single metallic claw appeared through the entrance and pushed against it. The door wouldn't budge until the apparent obstruction was removed and it swung open. "Heh." A slight metallic growl...<br/><br/>A figure wearing a grey cloak quietly entered, covered in rainwater. That same metallic hand lifted up and pushed back the hood obscuring the figure's face. He was dark-skinned, with spiky black hair. His face was framed in a forehead and cheek protector... though he was entirely missing his lower jaw. Bandages ran over his nose and one eye, obscuring them. Overall, a fearsome man... and tall. He said nothing to the woman, but only gestured for her to continue, indulging her.