Sakura helps Hinata strip

Original Chapter by AkaB

Deep in her heart, Sakura sent a silent apology to the girl in front of her. Hinata may have been the one to ask her to take her towel, but the girl had only done it because she was operating under the false belief that Sakura had no problems with being naked herself. The Hyūga girl had been inspired by Sakura's supposed bravery, where it was actually her stubborn pride and refusal to admit to her mistake of not knowing it was a mixed-bathing day that had created this situation.

Maybe going naked would be good for Hinata, allowing her to overcome her shyness. Maybe it would be bad, making the shyness even worse. Sakura didn't know. But for all she knew, refusing the girl's request might be the worst option of all – Hinata might spiral into self-doubt and never step out of her comfort zone again, retreating even further into shyness.

Either way, if she was the champion of casual nudity in mixed-bathing settings that she pretended to be, there was really only one choice to Hinata's request. And for that, she had sent a silent sorry to the girl while she did her best to ignore the whispering dark little part of herself that felt relief at not being the only naked girl anymore.

“All right, I'll help.”

Hinata swallowed, before nodding her thanks.

Sakura hesitated for a few more moments, before she raised her hand. Her fingers brushed against Hinata's collarbone for a moment, before they gently dug underneath the towel and grasped the absorbent fabric in her grip.

Hinata shivered at the sensation of Sakura's fingernails whispering against her skin, and she bit her lip as she resisted the urge to squeeze her eyes shut as she felt her towel tighten against parts of her skin as the pinkette bunched the material in her closing hand.

Sakura's nostrils flared. For some reason that she couldn't fathom, her pulse had increased and her breathing was coming in short and quick. This wasn't... this wasn't exciting her, was it? Casting the thought aside, she looked the other girl in the eyes. “Last chance. Tell me to stop now, or I'll do it.”

Hinata opened her mouth, maybe to do just that. But no sounds came out. Her pale face was an incandescent red, and her whole body was trembling. If she really did want to stop Sakura, then she'd been paralyzed by what was about to happen and had lost all ability to react.

After a count of five, Sakura took the silence as permission and pulled on the towel. Gently, at first, as the knot unraveled.

'It's like a band aid,' Inner noted. 'We'll only give her more time to get worried if we draw it out.'

Sakura paused for a moment, thinking over her Inner's words, before she realized that she agreed. With a sudden yank, which forced a surprised gasp out of Hinata, Sakura pulled the girl's towel off, wiped herself with it so quickly that her arm was a barely visible blur, and threw it over her shoulder into the bushes in one smooth motion.

“Hey!” Kiba yelled, half-standing as he realized what had just happened.

“Sit down,” Shino hissed. “Why? Because we should have faith in our teammate to take care of herself. If she wanted to stop Sakura from doing that, we should believe that she would have acted.”

“Besides,” Shikamaru drawled, “if Sakura's somehow convinced her to fully join us in such a short period of time, then she might be capable of helping Hinata grow out of her crippling shyness. You might not be helping her if you intervene.”

Kiba growled, but he sat back down again without argument.

While the boys were talking, Hinata's hands had flashed to covering positions over her pussy and breasts.

Sakura let the girl indulge in her false sense of coverage for a few seconds, having full sympathy for what she was undoubtedly feeling. Unfortunately, she knew full well that if she waited for Hinata to relax then she'd be here for days, so with a twinge of empathetic regret, she reached forward and used her superior strength to gently but inexorably pull the girl's arms away from her body.

“If you keep covering up then there was no point in taking the towel off in the first place,” Sakura noted. “Besides, like I told you already, you have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I-I can't!” Hinata gasped, unable to fully articulate her embarrassment and inability to go on. The little bit of courage that had allowed her to talk Sakura into this had rapidly evaporated under the reality of being naked out where anyone could possibly see her.

Sakura hesitated for a moment, before she gave into temptation and leaned forward to hug the other girl. She barely avoided shivering as she felt her nipples brush against Hinata's. Just like the last time she'd done it, the sensation of her body rubbing against the other girl's filled her with indecent pleasure. This time, though, she met the feelings with acceptance instead of confusion. She'd already accepted that Hinata was an exception to her mostly straight orientation, after all, so now she could just enjoy the feelings of their tits rubbing together, even if it was only for a few moments.

Taking advantage of their closeness, Sakura tilted her head and whispered, “You can do it, Hinata. I believe in you.”

“N-No... I'm going to faint!” Hinata's voice rose with mortified panic towards the end.

Sakura smiled at the other girl as she reluctantly stepped back enough so that their breasts were no longer in contact. “I'll hold you up, then. You worry about staying conscious, I'll worry about keeping you from falling over.”

Hinata opened her mouth to plead with the girl to get her out of here, to get her another towel, to do anything. She'd made a mistake! This wasn't less embarrassing than wearing a towel! This was worse! A thousand times worse! Before she could say anything, her words caught in her throat at the look in Sakura's eyes.

To Hinata's bloodline-sharp eyes, she could easily read the emotion there. Sakura believed in her. She believed that Hinata could do this. Hinata knew full-well that Sakura was wrong, but she couldn't remember a time in her life where someone had believed that she could do something as completely impossible as this.

Of course, Hinata had no way of knowing that Sakura's beliefs were based on the pinkette's own unique abilities to bury her feelings deep into a secondary consciousness. To the Haruno girl, suppressing was a natural part of life, so it didn't occur to her that others might not have the same ability in it. Hinata certainly had no such defense mechanism. Her only emotional defense was fainting, and unfortunately for her she'd managed to stave that off for long enough today that her body wasn't sure when to activate it or not anymore.

But all Hinata saw was Sakura's belief. Taking a hesitant and calming breath, Hinata slowly nodded.

“Don't worry,” Sakura said, smiling at Hinata's new resolve. She carefully slid an arm underneath the other girl's left armpit so that she could hold her up if she actually did faint, before adding, “If it gets too much, we can leave.” Somehow, Sakura kept the hopeful tone out of her words. While her attempt to leave early had failed, that didn't mean that she couldn't seize the chance if Hinata voiced it.

Hinata opened her mouth to thank her, but before she could, Sakura stepped to the side and turned around, ending the boys' long enjoyment of her ass at the same time as she stopped hiding Hinata's body from their sight.

“---” Hinata gasped out, unable to say anything as she saw so many eyes looking at her naked body. Her legs trembled and her vision dimmed, but her confused fainting mechanism failed to fully activate, leaving her conscious of her exposure.

Everyone could see her. Everyone was seeing her, not even pretending to look away! Neji's teammate... Ino's teammates... Her own teammates... And... and Naruto! All of them were looking at her. At her breasts. Her pussy. Soon enough they'd see her ass too, unless she walked backwards out of here. She longed to cover herself with her hands again, but she knew that Sakura would stop her. After all, she had pleaded with the other girl to help her do this.

What the hell had she been thinking, asking for this? How could Sakura stand it!? Why did she think a towel was more humiliating than this!?

Several of the boys had to physically stop themselves from reaching towards their aching cocks and jerking off to the sight in front of them. It wasn't due to the still-unclothed Sakura, although they certainly hadn't tired of staring at her tight young body. It wasn't even just that Hinata, of all people, now stood naked on trembling legs before them. It was the two of them together.

The contrast of Hinata's slightly paler skin to Sakura's, the pinkette's small breasts with pink tipped nipples versus the Hyūga's larger, brown nippled teats, the similarly sparse but strikingly differently coloured patches of pubic hair sitting above and not hiding their bare slits... Hinata might be younger than Sakura by several months, but puberty had come early for her and allowed her to catch up, and it was all on display for everyone to see. Looking at one girl only highlighted the assets of the other, and vice versa.

“Hinata wanted to join us properly in our mixed-bathing. I hope you guys don't mind,” Sakura loudly noted as she started to subtly push Hinata with her as she walked back to the spring, deliberately projecting an air of nonchalance so that the other girl didn't get any more flustered than she already was.

“I'll never say a bad thing about Sakura again,” Kiba whispered, all thoughts of saving Hinata from the other boys' eyes forgotten in the display of female exposed flesh in front of him. “How the hell did she convince her to do this?”

“Told you Sakura was the coolest,” Naruto replied back, in his loud version of a whisper.