This choice: Kankuro, entertaining himself on those long sand village days... • Go Back...Chapter #8Kankuro, entertaining himself on those long san... by: Alv   It had been a long and exhausting misión, which had taken Sabuko no Temari, the older of the three sand siblings, through many miles of dunes and mountains. She ended up gaining victory, but her body had reached its limits and now she only longed for going back to her home and jump to her beed, so she could sleep the many hours of sleep she had not slepts during the week-long journey. She was covered with sand, from her sandy blonde hair to the end of her long, pale legs. The first thing she did was she was back home was take her large fan off her back and place it gently on a side, before shacking all the extra sand off her. Temari smiled, as she did not hear any voices inside. It seemed that she had the house for herself! Now no one would stop her from getting the sleep she so much desired...
Before she could reach the steps that would bring her to her room, Temari saw a shadow from the corner of her eye. She quickly turned around, but found nothing, yet she still could feel a presence. Not wanting to be caught unarmed, Temari sprung into action, sprinting towards her large fan, not noticing that two strings of chackra had gotten themselves pushed inside the skirt of her long, black dress. Temari gasped when she felt a tug and desperately ran faster “Nononono!” she whined while going for her fan “Nothisnothisnothis!”
Only when her fingers were a mere three inches from her fan, did the wires of chackra spring into action. The blue strings were pulled back, taking with them the very thing they had tied themselves to: Temari’s underwear. The young blonde woman saw in silent horror as her underwear: A pair of white boyshorts with black skulls, left her dress and stretched backwards, sinking the material between the blonde’s unprepared pale buttocks.
“KYAAAAA!!” Temari screamed and desperately tried to grab to whatever she had on her reach. Tables, chairs and even a broom. But the strings always yanked her away and dragged her through the floor, the woman’s eye rising high while Temari widly scratched the wood with her fingers, trying to run away from the wedgie shich was invading her now-burning behind. She looked bad, face red, to the shadows and growled “Kankuro! I know that you are the one doing this! Quit it, or I swear I will kick you aAASSS!!” Temari squealed as a powerful tug yanked her off the ground before letting her fall face-first. Temari groaned and clenched her teeth as she heard the laughter from the shadows “It is not funny!” she cried while she was bounced by her underwear “Let my panties go damnit!”
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