Race to 100!

[Croup]

(for ChrisMC)

Kiba Inuzuka smirked as he looked down at his latest victims. Yup, three members of the Deimon Devil Bats lay groaning on the ground below, white jockstraps framing their hot red asses. And they were definitely all crying. He checked the indicator he, along with every other visitor to this realm, had received when they arrived. 26/26, it read. He was on a roll!

"Quarter of the way there, boy," he sniggered to his teammate, Akamaru, who sniggered back.

When they'd first been transported to this strange place, he'd at first resisted playing along with the strange game they'd been tasked with. Spanking dudes for a way to get home? It sounded crazy! But rumor had it that one man had already punished 100 others, and been transported back to his own dimension. Like it or not, Kiba wasn't planning to stay there forever. Konoha needed him. So it was time to beat butt.

Making some distance from the scene of his latest spaning spree, his sharp eyes detected a sleeping figure in a tree. Drawing closer, he realized he recognized him. It was Naruto! So this place could snatch more than one guy per world, huh? Kiba was about to call out to the blond, but then he thought--why talk to him now? After all, he could just as easily talk to Naruto... after he spanked him! Grinning, he crept closer. But just as he was ready to pounce on the slumbering guy--he exploded!

Or rather his bunshin exploded, Kiba realized a split second later. But even that tiny moment of confusion was enough. All of a sudden he felt himself tackled down, then flipped over a knee. "Ungh! Oh, hell no...!"

"Heheh, surprised to see me, Kiba? Bet you thought I'd be easy pickings, huh?"

The dog-nin could feel the blond's hands tugging at his pants to bring them down. He growled and twisted angrily. "Dammit Uzumaki, don't even think about it!"

But it did no good. He felt his pants slide down, then his underwear. His firm, nicely muscled buns were at the loudmouth's mercy. Then he felt a sharp slap, which made him yelp. Looking at his indicator, it now read 0/26. All his progress had been lost with just one spank, though the machine retained his maximum number as a way of encouraging him to surpass that amount next time. "Ow! DAMMIT!"

"Haha, sorry Kiba, but I was at ten already and wasn't going to lose that to a smelly dog-nin."

"Ten? I was at TWENTY SIX you nincompoop! Do you know how long that took--how careful I was--?!"

"Tch, well not careful enough apparently! I already said I was sorry, but this is a spank-or-get-spanked world, and right now... you're getting spanked!"

Kiba groaned as Naruto's words made sense to him... aided by the repeated whacks to his ass which belied their truth. He squirmed and wriggled as his butt heated up. "Dammit.. I'm so going to get you back!"

The blond snickered. "Not a chance! By the time your cheeks heal I'll have already spanked 90 more guys. Believe it!"

Groaning and kicking, Kiba fumed as he took a brisk spanking. Having to do all that work over was annoying, but worse was losing it at Naruto's hands. And worse, he knew if the spanks kept up at their current intensity... he'd actually start to cry soon...

About five minutes later Kiba was indeed in tears. Naruto let him drop to the ground, clutching his red ass. "Alright!" he said, seeing he was now at 11/15. "Time to hunt for some more butts!" And he went out, in search of adventure...

[NeroKun]

Hearing the sounds of the spanks, another dimensional fighter was just wrapping up a spanking session with the same bunch Kiba seemed to spank. But instead of jockstraps, they were boxers of many colors. Stretching his arms, the boy began to talk. "Not even a challange I'd say.." He said, looking at his indicator. His count read 16, six more than he had before. "This challenge makes no sense, but I have to get home before things get rough."

The teen was Blackstar. The blue haired Soul Weapon was currently without his weilder, and has to fight with brute strength alone.

[Croup]

"Sorry little dude. The only place you're goin' is over my lap!"

From out of the shadows stepped a muscular young man in his early twenties with a large tattoo across his chest. An Asian-American slacker and college dropout, skateboarder, and all around gnarly dude, he was known as Grunge, a member of the superhero group Gen13.

"I'll give ya to the count of five to drop trou and bend over my knee," he said cockily, cracking his knuckles. "Otherwise I'm gonna haveta come in there after ya!"

[NeroKun]

Ichigo looks at the burley drop out and gave a huff. "Well aren't you cocky? Guess you're ths one that needs his pants dropped eh?" He said, crossing his arms. "Cause I ain't doin' that!"

[Croup]

"Hah! We'll see about that little dude. But I don't drop my pants for just anybody. Now prepare for a butt kicking!" Grunge ran at the smaller guy. The hero was an expert martial artist, as well as possessing the power to convert his molecular biology to resemble anything he could touch.

[NeroKun]

"So you're admitting to dropping your pants then?" He said, smirking as he leapt over his head as he rushed towards him.

[Croup]

"Tchyeah. For the ladies, dude! But you're probably too young to understand that yet." Grunge charged and missed. But then he reached up--and grabbed Blackstar's ankle!

[NeroKun]

The blue haired dark skinned boy grunted as his ankle was grabbed. "I do know what that means you perv!"

[Croup]

"Heheh, maybe you do, but you won't really--not for a few more years yet!" With a powerful heave, Grunge pulled Blackstar back down--draping him over a thick thigh!

[NeroKun]

Blackstar gasped as he was pinned over his thigh! "H-hey! Let go of me!"