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  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Naruto
  Relationship:
      Uzumaki_Naruto/Harem, Uzumaki_Naruto/Haruno_Sakura, Uzumaki_Naruto/Uchiha
      Sasuke
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      Sasuke
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      Kinda, At_Least_Morally_Gray, Dubious_Morality, Dubious_Ethics, Extremely
      Dubious_Consent, Tentacles, Once_or_Twice_-_Freeform, expansion,
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      Published: 2015-12-31 Chapters: 11/? Words: 30397
****** Feeding Frenzy ******
by EvilFuzzy9
Summary
     Kurama missed the old days, when people would offer him virgin
     sacrifices to devour alive...
Notes
     WARNING: This fanfic depicts activities of an adult nature between
     characters who would be minors in the real world. The author of this
     fic does not endorse such things being done by minors in real life,
     and in fact strongly discourages minors from reading this, and also
     from participating in any and all such activities until they are at
     the age of majority/consent as defined in the laws or customs of
     their state or principality.
     VORE WARNING: This fanfic also happens to be based heavily in the
     fetish, or paraphilia, of vorarephilia. In layman's terms, people
     will be eaten, and it will be treated as either comical or erotic,
     depending on context. If this confuses or disgusts you, then please
     click on the back button in your web browser of choice. Furthermore,
     the author would also like to emphasize the distinction between
     fantasy and reality, and how never the twain should meet.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Kurama Ootsutsuki, colloquially known as kyuubi no youko, the Nine-tailed Demon
Fox, was getting restless. He would have paced back and forth, if he had the
room to do so in this damnable cage.
Oh, how he hated the Fourth Hokage. To be sealed in the belly of this fool
child...
It galled him. Not the least of which because his jailer seemed to eat nothing
but ramen.
It sickened him, really. I mean, maybe if it was fried tofu we were talking
about, or – failing that – some nice inarizushi... But ramen?!
Really, now. That was just degrading.
Kurama resisted the urge to sigh, morose over the circumstances of his current
predicament. He missed the good old days, when ignorant people would form cults
around him and offer him live virgin sacrifices just in exchange for sparing
their pitiful lives. Those days were great, the days back before ninja started
interfering with the bijuu and sealing them into jinchuuriki, forgetting how
they had first come to be.
Back before then, Kurama used to actually kinda like humans. If nothing else,
they made good snacks, and tended to leave alone as long as he was diligent and
made examples of those who slighted him, or denied him his tasty, womanly
snacks.
But it had been too long since he'd had the chance to really dine on proper
sacrifices. Not since he had first been contracted with Madara, who initially
upheld his end of the bargain in providing the Nine-tails with a steady supply
of tasty women, and the occasional hermaphrodite or androgynous man (he had
confided in the Uchiha, in a rare moment of disclosure, that virginity did not
matter to him, so long as the sacrifices were adequately feminine-ish and
reasonably attractive). And so, for a time, Kurama had thought Madara an
alright guy, for a mortal.
Right up until the day the shinobi learned his sharingan could hypnotize bijuu.
Things kind of went downhill from there.
Now, Kurama could not even remember the last time he had eaten human. Even for
a bijuu, to go a century without your favorite treat was simply too much.
But he had an idea. He had an idea how to finally get himself some real human
sacrifices once more. Even if it meant sharing his power with his jailor,
Kurama was willing to do whatever it took to get himself some right and proper
sustenance.
And he had already chosen his first meal. Sakura Haruno, the female teammate of
his most recent jinchuuriki. Now, all he had to do was get the miniature blonde
devil to see things his way...
"Uzumaki..." Kurama whispered into the metaphorical ear of Naruto's
subconscious as the boy slept, dead to the world from the sheer exhaustion of
doing countless menial D-rank missions, day after day ever since passing his
Genin Exam. "Naruto... Uzumaki... Listen to me..."
Naruto, in the real world, rolled over in his bed, drooling onto his pillow and
muttering something about ramen in his sleep. He had a contented grin on his
face, and his snoring could have matched a jet engine for sheer decibel levels.
Kurama scowled behind his cage, perceiving that he was not having any success
so far.
"Naruto... I have come to make you an offer."
Still no response. Naruto continued drooling.
Kurama growled.
"I will give you power, brat... Enough power to become the strongest hokage
ever..."
Naruto snorted in his sleep.
Kurama lost his patience.
"AWAKEN, YOU INSOLENT MORTAL!"
Naruto's eyes snapped open, only for the blond to find himself standing in some
sort of filthy sewer, facing a massive row of vertical bars, like some sort of
cage. Glancing around, he noticed a slip of paper of with the word seal written
on it.
Even as slow as he could sometimes be, intellectually, the Uzumaki boy
nonetheless had enough brain power to put two and two together.
"Um... is someone...?"
"Boo." Kurama thrust his head forward from the concealing shadows, revealing
massive, slitted crimson eyes and a bestial, feral rictus of a grin.
Naruto screamed like a little girl, and the Nine-tailed Demon Fox proceeded to
laugh his giant, nine-tailed ass off.
This would probably take a while.
... ... ... fast forwarding to when Kurama finally managed to convince Naruto
to go through with his plan... ... ...
"Okay..." said Naruto slowly, frowning softly, a thoughtful look on his face.
"So, if I do this, I get to be super-powerful, and you'll let me use as much of
your chakra as I want without any problems?"
Kurama nodded his head, which was just by itself larger than Naruto's entire
apartment back in the physical world.
"Yes," he said, having ditched the echoing demon voice for the sake of easier
transcription on the part of the author. "And all you have to do in return is
consume regular human sacrifices on my behalf."
Naruto slowly nodded.
"Uh...huh..." he said, sounding a little less sure of this part of the deal.
"But, where will I... um... find people I can do that to without, you know,
getting in big trouble with Old Man Hokage...?"
Kurama gave a shrug, or at least the nearest approximation of such that he
could manage.
"Eh, just say you need the flesh of human woman to keep the seal intact," he
said dismissively. "And if you're really that concerned about killing
sacrifices, then you can always imbue them with some of my chakra. That way, if
you eat 'em, you can just regenerate them afterwards as good as new."
"...and that doesn't affect the whole sacrifice thing?" said Naruto a little
skeptically.
Kurama shrugged again.
"Not like I need them for nourishment, or anything," he replied. "I'm made of
chakra."
Naruto shrugged too.
"Fair enough," he said. "But... um, how would I eat them? And, er... when do
you want this first sacrifice?"
"Oh, when the time comes, you'll know what to do," said Kurama enigmatically.
"And as for the first sacrifice... preferably as soon as you awake. I believe
that Sakura girl should be a good start..."
===============================================================================
Sneaking into Sakura's house at five in the morning was far easier than it
probably should have been, and not just because Naruto had never woken up this
early before in his life. All he had to do was shimmy up the wall (Kurama told
him a trick for sticking to surfaces using chakra) and slip open the window to
Sakura's room.
And he knew it was Sakura's room because he could smell her scent, and sense
her chakra.
Yeah. Apparently he was now a sensor nin, or something.
Whatever the case, Naruto easily sneaked into his crush and teammate's room. He
crept over to her bed, where Sakura was lying under her covers. His stomach
rumbled at the sight of Sakura, and immediately he got the mental image of her
wrapped in a sushi roll and begging him to eat her.
His mouth watered, and he got an inappropriate hard on when he imagined how it
would sound to bite off her lower half first, and hear her screaming in
agonizing ecstasy as he devoured her nubile, virgin body.
Naruto licked his lips, and cautiously he grabbed Sakura's blanket, slowly
sliding it down. She stirred for a moment, groaning something "Sasuke-kun...",
but she did not awaken, and soon Naruto had completely removed her covers.
He beheld Sakura's slim, pajama-clad figure. Her nightclothes were thin, and he
could see the nubs of peaked nipples sticking up through her nightshirt. Her
pants also rode low very low on her hips, and he could see the crevice of his
crush's ass peeking up and half-mooning him.
Naruto's boner threatened to tear a hole in his trousers, and his stomach
growled thunderously. Sakura looked good enough to eat, but a part of him also
imagined fucking her in her sleep... If he was lucky, she would wake up, and he
would get to see the look on her face as he devoured her alive.
He almost came just thinking about it, and this wasn't only a result of
Kurama's influence. Then he shook his head.
"Eat her," whispered Kurama into his mind. "If you infuse her with some of my
chakra, she will gladly let you do whatever you want to her later, once she
regenerates... So eat her now. Devour her, consume her flesh and make her yours
forever! Show the world our power, beginning with this pink-headed strumpet!"
Naruto frowned briefly at how pushy the Nine-tails was being, but he shrugged
and decided to just go along with it.
Closing his eyes and standing over Sakura, Naruto drew on Kurama's energy,
channeling some of it into Sakura's body, and the rest into his own limbs. He
felt the glow settle in Sakura's abdomen, and briefly her chakra flared,
incinerating her pajamas and leaving her stark naked. But then it died down,
and Naruto let instinct take over.
He pushed some of his own chakra out along with Kurama's, and it appeared as a
visible shroud, a golden aura that felt like an extension of his own body. He
lifted Sakura's body up with extended, expanded arms of pure chakra, a pair of
hands formed of golden flame that supported her weight with astonishing ease.
Sakura did not stir.
Naruto licked his lips, looking up at Sakura's tight, untouched blossom and her
small, pale breasts. His stomach was rumbling and his mouth was watering.
Doing what simply came into his mind, as natural as breathing, Naruto opened
his mouth, as if preparing to take a bit out of Sakura's body, and a great,
gaping maw of giant fox's head formed of pure, golden chakra appeared around
him, like an aura. A tongue of flame-like chakra reached out and wrapped around
Sakura's body, taking the place of the arms, which promptly dissipated.
The tongue pulled Sakura's still sleeping body into the massive, chakra fox
mouth, and Naruto marveled at how he could taste her body, and feel every
tiniest contour of her form, inside and out. She tasted amazing, and the chakra
of the tongue seeped into every orifice and crevice of Sakura's body, perfectly
mapping it. He was receiving sensory information even better than he would have
if he'd been using his own physical tongue, and Naruto was seriously aroused by
this.
But all good things must come to an end, and so he shut his mouth. Immediately,
a million bladed teeth of chakra came in, piercing Sakura's body as the giant
spectral fox jaws snapped close.
Immediately, the teeth piercing Sakura's body turned a searing red, and the
pinkette's body began to writhe and squirm, head rolling back and forth with
her mouth agape and eyes wide as though experiencing unimaginable torment.
Except Sakura didn't look conscious – her eyes were vacant, and no sound
escaped her lips.
Quickly, Sakura's body began dissolving before Naruto's very eyes. Wherever a
fang of chakra had penetrated her body, the hole began to widen, the flesh at
the edges disintegrating like sugar in boiling water. Soon, her body was
reduced to a shapeless mass, and the crimson chakra formed into a sphere around
the dissolved remains of Sakura's body, which quickly vanished completely,
perhaps assimilated into the globe of chakra.
The potent red chakra then dissipated, once Sakura had been fully digested, and
Naruto at last turned his attention back to Sakura's bed as his aura faded.
Even as he looked, Naruto saw a bubble of golden chakra appear above Sakura's
bed. It spread out, expanding and forming until it was shaped like Sakura. The
chakra was in the shape of Sakura's body, and it rested back down on her bed.
Quickly, her body began to reform. The skin seemed to go first, growing on the
surface of the chakra and spreading, spreading until Naruto saw the body of his
crush as it would be. Hair grew out from her head, glossy pink and soft,
reaching down to her shoulders before stopping.
Her figure filled out, breasts swelling a little bigger than they had been
before, hips widening a few centimeters. Naruto was surprised by this, but also
pleased. It was hot, and it made him rather horny.
After a minute, Sakura's body was fully restored, better than ever. Her eyelids
snapped open, and she gasped a breath, awakening suddenly. Immediately, Sakura
shot into an upright position (now small B-cup breasts jiggling a little), and
her emerald eyes met Naruto's gleaming sapphires.
"Naruto...!?" she gasped, seeing him there, and perceiving that she was naked.
A moment passed, and she frowned faintly. "...Naruto..." she repeated more
quietly, almost thoughtfully. She stared at him wide-eyed, as though really
seeing the blond for the first time. A strange smile emerged on her face, and
her eyes softened, looking at him with obvious reverence and affection.
She got up out of her bed, standing up before Naruto. Her smile did not
diminish, but grew in strength, and she got down on her knees before him.
Sakura bowed deeply, kowtowing to Naruto Uzumaki with a sort of reverence the
blond doubted she would even show Sasuke.
"Master..." she called him, and she asked him, "...What is your bidding?"
Naruto's eyes widened a little, seeing and hearing this, and realizing that he
was at a complete loss for what was happening. Mentally, he asked Kurama what
the hell was going on.
"You gave her my chakra to regenerate her body after we ate her," the Nine-
Tails told him. "We made her a sacrifice for us, and the only reason she still
exists is because we deigned her worthy of continued life. She is still our
sacrifice, and she always will be, in mind, body, and soul."
Naruto had a feeling that he probably shouldn't have gotten as turned on by
that as he did, but what can you do? He felt the telltale stirring in his
groin, seeing Sakura bowing before him, completely naked and utterly
submissive. After so many cruel rejections, he effectively owned her. Maybe
that was wrong, but in that moment it sure as hell felt right.
"Get up," Naruto commanded Sakura, feeling a rush of power through his veins
when she immediately did as he asked. "I'm pleased with your... um... taste?
Yeah, you did taste pretty good... like, seriously good..." His mouth started
to water, and his stomach rumbled, recalling how delicious Sakura had been.
"Do you want to eat me again, master?" she asked him with a straight face, but
there seemed to be an eagerness in her eyes as she spoke. Almost as though
she wanted him to eat her.
Naruto was seriously tempted by this suggestion, but ultimately he decided that
he had more entertaining things in mind for her.
===============================================================================
A/N: wut
Updated: 12-9-13
TTFN and R&R!
– — ❤
***** Corruption...? *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
As hungry as Naruto was, he was nonetheless hornier. He had already put off
fucking Sakura once to eat her. 

He wasn't sure he could bear to delay it a second time.

So he smiled at her, the almost wickedly naive grin of a simple man given
absolute power beaming from his face. 

"Get up, Sakura-chan," he told her. 

"As you wish, master." The pinkette promptly did as he asked, not even pausing
to wonder why she was taking orders from her obnoxious teammate. 

Naruto's eyes twinkled pervertedly as he flicked them up and down his long-time
crush's naked body. The tent in his pants was big enough to hang a coat from,
and it was honestly a miracle that his trousers weren't ripping from the sheer
mass of what they were holding back.

"You look hot," he remarked intelligently, drooling a little bit as he leered
at Sakura's slightly inflated T&A. The difference wasn't anything that would be
too noticeable to the casual observer, but it was more than enough of a change
for someone as attentive to Sakura's figure as Naruto was to perceive. "I think
your butt and boobs got a little bigger when I ate you," he added with his
usual level of tact a moment later.

Sakura blushed, smiling beatifically. 

"I suppose they did, didn't they...?" she said softly, looking down at her
body. "That makes me glad. To know that by serving master, I grow more fit to
be his lover..." 

Her blush deepened, and she trailed off, shyly averting her gaze. She giggled
nervously.

Naruto laughed cheerfully. "You think so?" he said. "Well, I think you look
sexy no matter what, Sakura-chan!" 

"Ahhh...!" the pinkette squealed, bringing her hands to her face and shaking
her head girlishly. "You're too kind, master. I love that about you..." she
mumbled, bashfully adoring.

Naruto got a little giddy hearing that. His whole face just lit up like a
Christmas tree, and his grin started stretching from ear to ear.

"I really like you too, Sakura-chan!" he declared boldly and shamelessly.
"That's why I agreed to eat you first."

Sakura blinked. She cocked her head to one side and looked at him curiously.
"What do you mean, 'agreed'?" she asked him. "Wasn't this your idea?"

"Oh, nah. It was Kurama's," said the blond off-handedly. "He was really whining
about wanting sacrifices or something, but it wasn't until he suggested
doing youfirst that I went along with it."

"Oh..." she said. She frowned softly. "Who is Kurama, then, master? Why does he
need you to get him... uh... sacrifices? I thought I was yours," she murmured,
sounding almost betrayed.

"You ARE his," came Kurama's voice from inside both their heads. "I am Kurama
Ootsutsuki, mightiest of all the children of Hagoromo's thoughts. But you may
know of me better as kyuubi no youko, the Nine-tailed Demon Fox who was sealed
inside your master on the day of his birth."

Sakura was quiet for a moment.

"You are... the kyuubi...?" she said quietly, looking uncertain. "But, then,
what does that make Master Naruto...?"

"You could call him my jailer, I suppose," replied Kurama loftily. "Or else
perhaps my jinchuuriki, as you humans call them. I, however, find myself
preferring to think of him as my avatar, or incarnation."

Sakura's frown softened. "So I am his sacrifice? Naruto is my true master?"

The Nine-tails was silent for a moment, cogitating briefly.

"...yes," he finally answered after several seconds of silence. "I suppose he
is."

The pinkette beamed.

"Then that's all that matters," she said warmly. "As long as it's for Naruto-
sama, I will gladly do anything."

The blond got a perverted look on his face at this.

"Anything?" Naruto parroted curiously. "By anything, do you mean, like... If I
asked you to, would you give me your cherry?"

Sakura blushed a little, but her smile persisted. She took a step towards the
blond, eyes flitting down to the unbelievable bulge in his trousers. 

"If by 'cherry' you mean my virginity..." she said slowly. "Then, yes. Yes,
yes, a thousand times YES." She immediately grabbed Naruto's hand, guiding him
to her bed. She smiled at him sultrily, adoringly. "...That IS what you meant,
right?" she paused to ask when she sat down on top of her covers, never
removing her eyes from her master's bulging trousers.

Naruto grinned. "Yeah," he said. "That's exactly what I meant, Sakura-chan."

She beamed up at him, finally tearing her eyes from his tent to look into the
jinchuuriki's bright blue eyes. She laid down on her bed, spreading her legs.

"Then have your way with me, master," she said. "My body is ready."

Naruto didn't need any more invitation than that. Throwing off his trousers and
boxers, then his jacket and shirt, he pounced on the pinkette faster than you
could say NaruSaku lemon.

With Kurama giving him instructions on the basics, Naruto was easily able to
line himself up with his newly-servile, obedient crush and thrust himself in.
He encountered no barrier or hindrance to his entry, which mildly confused him,
but he did not concern himself overmuch with that. 

"It's probably from your human taijutsu training," the Nine-tails had muttered
absent-mindedly, not elaborating any further than that.

But Naruto didn't really care. He was too busy enjoying the tightness of
Sakura's tight cunt. 

And, boy, was it ever tight. Naruto was no stranger to masturbation, as a
lonely preteen boy going through puberty with nobody to guide him. He had once
or twice experiment with cups of instant ramen filled with vaseline, and he'd
even scavenged an abandoned fleshlight at one time. 

But there really was nothing like the genuine article. Sakura's pussy was
simply incredible, so hot and wet and nut-crackingly tight, and Naruto was
getting lost in the sensations of fucking her. He played with her slightly-
enhanced B-cup breasts, of course, and kissed her several times sloppily and
enthusiastically on the lips, but her cunt really was the main attraction,
here. 

He lost count of how many times he came inside Sakura, or how many times he
made her scream his name at the top of her lungs in the mind-blowing ecstasy of
repeated, explosive orgasms, but it was surely somewhere a good ways into the
double digits. 

Sadly, however, all good things must eventually come to an end. And in this
case, that end just happened to involve Sakura's parents barging into the room
to find him vigorously fucking their daughter. 

Naruto heard Mr and Mrs Haruno bellow furiously, and he could feel the
relatively meager killing intent coming from the pair as they charged at him,
probably convinced that he was raping Sakura or something like that. He didn't
really pay attention to what they were saying, but the moment with him and the
pinkette was.
Undeniably.

Dead.

And that annoyed him. 
Naruto growled, looking up from Sakura to behold his crush's parents. The sound
was bestial, possessive, and the pupils of his cerulean eyes were ominously
slitted.

He looked at her father, a career loser of a ninja who never managed to make a
single damned thing of himself. His graying hair was in a ridiculous star
shape, and though he was thickly built there was no sign of any particular
strength in how the man moved.

He looked next at Sakura's mother. The woman was relatively attractive, he
supposed, and maybe she could have made a good lay if things had gone
differently, but the housewife was coming at him with fury in her eyes and fire
in her breath.

"H҉҉é̡͜y,̢͠" Naruto snarled, a strangely otherworldly, almost demonic-sounding
quality to his voice. "S͝hú͠t̵̨ u̴p.̧͠"

Without even thinking about it, the blond formed two large, sharply-clawed
hands of golden chakra to snatch the pair up mid-charge. Their eyes widened in
fear as he lifted them bodily up off the ground, and they started screaming and
begging for mercy.

"Ahh! Please...!" Sakura's mom wailed, abject terror filling her eyes. "Don't
hurt us...! Who will take care of our Sakura-chan, if we're dead...?!"

"We won't say anything!" hollered Mr Haruno, eyes wide as he was dangled upside
down in the air. "Just don't hurt us...! If you don't hurt Sakura, we won't
tell a soul!"

Naruto snorted, Kurama's disdain for humans merging with the blond's irritation
at being interrupted. Even Sakura, lying beneath him, was glaring hatefully at
her mother and father for barging in on them.

"Shut up!" the pinkette snapped bitterly at her parents. "You two are
embarrassing me in front of master. Can't you even be happy for me? You two are
so annoying!" she snarled. "I'd be better off without either one of you!"

The pair flinched visibly at their daughter's words, even as concern filled
their eyes.

"Sakura..." her father said. "We only want what's best for you..."

"That doesn't mean you know what's best!" Sakura hissed, getting up from under
Naruto. She stood up straight, getting off her bed. A liberal quantity of
Uzumaki sperm was dribbling from her pussy, overflowing with his seed.

"Dear..." her mother whispered, dismay in her expression at the sight of the
cum leaking from her twelve year old daughter's now-sullied flower. "You're
still a child... You don't understand..."

"NO!" Sakura shouted. "I DO understand! You two are trying to take me away from
master... but I don't want you to! I want to be with master. And I won't let
anyone get in the way of that!" Her eyes were narrowed and hate-filled as she
glared up at her parents. 

Her irises were red, with slitted pupils. Her canines were more pronounced, and
her fingernails had grown into something claw-like. Crimson chakra like a
flickering fire enveloped her body. 

"Į ̴J͜US͢T ̀ẂISH ͢Y҉O̕U҉ T͢WO̷ ͘WE͏R҉E̛ D͘E͘A̛D!" she roared furiously.

Her mother and father stared, horrified, at their daughter. Though they weren't
experts on bijuu or sealing, they knew that sense of tangible, overwhelming
malice which they could feel pouring off of their baby girl. It made them flash
back to a day almost thirteen years ago, when the Fourth Hokage gave his life
to save the village from the most terrible foe they could ever imagine.

Had they not been held up in the hands of chakra, it was doubtless that
Sakura's parents would have staggered backwards in horror. Their daughter had
been corrupted. That was the only thing they could call it. The Nine-tails had
somehow possessed her, surely... surely that was why she was saying these
terrible things! 

Surely, their own daughter could never truly want them dead.

But Naruto appeared to think differently.

"You want me to kill them, Sakura-chan?" he asked her. 

She nodded. "Yes," she said with absolute conviction. "Kill them, master."

Naruto grinned devilishly. "I see," he said. His stomach chose that moment to
growl loudly enough for everyone present to hear. "...Do you think I should
take them as sacrifices, then? Or just kill 'em and leave their bodies for the
birds?"
"Take them as sacrifices," she said, and her anger seemed to lessen, the aura
of kyuubi chakra dissipating as her body returned to normal (aside from her
chest and behind, which retained still the enhancements from her earlier
digestion by Naruto). "At least then their lives will have had SOME meaning,"
she concluded coldly, though her voice was back to normal.

"Heh. They did give birth to you, though," Naruto remarked casually, even as
Kurama's golden maw once more surrounded his naked body. "I think that counts
for a lot."

Sakura blushed coyly. "You flatter me, master," she cooed, waving a hand
dismissively. "You could have anyone as a living sacrifice. I am nothing
special." 

Naruto laughed. "You really think so?" He shook his head. "Well, whatever," he
said his voice back to normal now, too. "I guess if you really wanna sacrifice
your mom and dad to me..."

"I do," said Sakura. "And, please, do not regenerate them, master." Her eyes
sparkled with something vicious. "I want to see what happens when you eat
someone for good, if you don't waste energy bringing them back..."

"Hot," said Naruto with a foxy grin.

Then he turned his attention to Mr and Mrs Haruno. The first, Sakura's father,
he bit in half. The chakra mouth lunged forward, teeth slicing cleanly through
the upper half of the man's body. His eyes were wide open, and he screamed in
agony. Naruto could hear it in his head, but his kyuubi-mouth was soundproof.

He masticated lazily, for a few seconds, as blood poured from the lower,
severed half of Sakura's dad. The man's head, arms, and chest deformed and
broke apart before his eyes in a way distinctly like he was actually being
chewed, and soon he was nothing but a reddish pulp. And even that was quickly
being absorbed into his chakra, the matter fueling his inner furnace.

Then he snapped up the remaining lower half. This, he consciously swallowed
whole. The unbroken mass of the man's lower half faded in a single piece into
his the golden flames. Naruto could actually feel something going down his
throat as he swallowed, almost as though the man's legs had been shrunken and
teleported into his mouth.

Overall, Sakura's father didn't taste nearly as bad as he might have expected,
based on Kurama's repeated insistence on female sacrifices. In fact, he tasted
quite good, though not as good as Sakura herself. 

And if Naruto had an aching boner from eating the man, well, Sakura was more
than happy to polish it for him as he turned his attentions now to the girl's
mother.
"You know," he said, looking up at the woman. "You're actually kinda hot,
yourself. Almost a shame I have to kill you, but I suppose you'll make a nice
meal."

"P-please...!" the woman begged him. "Don't eat me...! I'll do anything!
I'll... I'll become your slave! I'll give you my body! Just, please, don't kill
me..." she pleaded pitifully.

Sakura looked up from suckling on Naruto cock to scoff angrily.

"You're a coward," she said. "Trying to save your own skin, even after you saw
him eat dad?"

"Yeah," said Naruto brightly. "Don't you want to join your husband in my
stomach?"

The woman paled, whimpering weakly. "I... I..."

"You're lucky you have such a nice body," Naruto continued, "Or I'd just chew
you up the same way I did him. Don't you at least wanna have a fun death?"

She just stared at him, uncomprehending.

Naruto grinned. "This chakra's like an extension of my body," he said. "If a
make an hand, it works like a hand, and I feel everything it feels. Same as if
I make a mouth, or a tail, or... say... a few penises." 

As he said this, Sakura pulled back from his groin momentarily. It was glowing,
enveloped in that golden chakra. Naruto licked his lips, and a pulse of energy
from the hand holding Sakura's mother instantly disintegrated the woman's
nightgown, baring her fine body. 

He leered hungrily at the woman's modest tits and shapely ass. She wasn't,
perhaps, the sexiest woman he'd ever seen (far from it) but she had a nice look
going for her, and he could have seen himself pounding that pussy on a semi-
regular basis, if things had only worked out differently. 

He shrugged, though, and the chakra mouth opened again. "Well, since you look
so fine, I suppose I could give you a demonstration, anyways..." His cock
glowed brighter, the chakra blazing around it like a miniature inferno. 

"What are you doing, master?" Sakura asked him, slightly afraid to get to close
to his penis at the moment.

Naruto looked down at the pinkette, and his eyes twinkled pervertedly.

"You ever see a tentacle hentai?" he asked conversationally. 

Sakura nodded, blushing. "Y-yeah," she confessed, a little embarrassed to be
admitting this to anyone, let alone her master.

Numerous phallic tendrils shot from the open maw-aura. Some wrapped around the
wrists and ankles of Sakura's mother, yanking her bodily into the awaiting
jaws. Several more awaited within the mouth.

Naruto grinned. "Well, this is something an awful lot like that."

The eyes of Sakura's mother widened as she realized, belatedly, what Naruto was
about to do, and she let out a piercing shriek of fear. It was quickly
silenced, however, by a thick, phallic tentacle of chakra ramming itself into
her mouth. Her other holes were quickly filled also, and the remaining
tentacles went to work roughly fondling and caressing the rest of the woman's
body, paying special attention to her erogenous zones. 

That these tentacles also worked like the chakra teeth, able to break down,
digest, and assimilate any flesh they came in contact with, only made it that
much more fascinating a spectacle as Naruto extended all of his senses into
them, experiencing every inch of the woman's body as he tentacle-raped her to
death, before swallowing up her pulped and dissolved remains.

The second he was finished with that, Sakura turned to look at look at Naruto
with proverbially stars in her eyes. 

"Can I go next, master?" she squeed. "I want to do that! Pleaaassse~?"

"Okay, okay," Naruto said, laughing cheerfully. "No need to beg, Sakura-chan!"
He promptly yanked her up with the penis-tongue-tentacle-teeth-tendrils and
pulled her into his chakra-mouth to try out his new 'Tentacle Rape Vore Jutsu'
for herself.

They would probably be going at this all night.
Chapter End Notes
     A/N: Apparently there are more vore fans around than I thought,
     considering the traffic the first chapter of this got over here on
     AFF. So here's another chapter, because why the fuck not.
     This may be my first real stab at an honestly dark-ish Naruto, too,
     actually. So I guess this has that going for it.
     Updated: 12-10-13
     TTFN and R&R!
     – — ❤
***** Blood and Exposition *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Sakura was truly incorrigible. For all Naruto adored the girl and her sweet,
delectable body, even he had trouble believing how frequently she wanted him to
fuck her, or eat her. If not for that stroke of genius in creating a shadow
clone to take over playing with Sakura, he probably wouldn't have
gotten any sleep last night. 

The last he'd seen of her, before dozing off into dream land, the pretty pink-
haired pettanko had been taking what had to have been a half dozen chakra
tentacles just straight up the ass. Her anus had been bloody as hell, and
insanely distended. 

The blond got a little hard remembering it, as he got up out her parents'
former bed. Sakura's behind had been jiggling, bouncing and shaking like jello,
as the tendrils thrust ravenously up and down in her brutally abused anus. He
could still taste the blood, the goodly quantities of hot, crimson fluid which
had been seeping from the innumerable tears in her rectal lining... 

Naruto did not find it odd that he could remember this even though it had been
his shadow clone doing these things.

"You good to go, Sakura-chan?" he called into the pinkette's room, finishing up
with putting his clothes on. 

And said clothes were actually a bit tight on him, now. Apparently the whole
sacrifice deal came with some fringe benefits aside from the sweet flesh and
fine ass, because his muscles looked distinctly more defined when he woke up
this morning. He could feel the extra strength in his limbs, and it felt so
much easier to move. It was like walking on air, and he felt like he could
bench press an ox.

He knocked on the door to Sakura's room. 

"Mmm," he heard her moan pleasantly from within. "Is that you, master?"

"It's me, alright," said Naruto cockily.

"Then, please, come in~"

Naruto opened the door.

The second he walked into the room, Naruto got a serious flash of deja vu. 

Sakura-chan's pussy was so tasty. The flesh was so tender and succulent between
his teeth, and her blood and juices were just the most delicious kind of
seasoning. She was delicious. 

Naruto growled hungrily as he feasted messily on the midsection of a squirming,
squealing Sakura. He wasn't using the kyuubi chakra-mouth, or anything like
that. He was eating her personally, by himself. And it was incredible. Her
flesh was to die for, everything from the taste to the texture to even just the
way it sounded when he buried his vulpine muzzle into her exposed guts and tore
out chunks of meat.

The way it felt going down his throat made his cock so fucking hard. He could
come just from eating Sakura like this. And Sakura herself would probably be
coming, too, if he hadn't gone for her cunt-meat first.

"Oh, master..." the pinkette mewled, practically purring as Naruto devoured her
alive from the bottom up. "You're so good at this... ahn... it feels
wonderful..."

Naruto simply leered at the girl. He opened his jaws wide, unable to draw
things out any further, and swallowed the rest of her whole. She squealed and
moaned all the way down, lewdly delighted and euphoric.

Then Naruto laid his great bulk down on the girl's bed, crushing it beneath
him, as he felt his slave plop writhing and wriggling into his stomach. As he
lay there in repose, he entertained himself by imagining how the girl might
look as she was slowly dissolved within his stomach's powerful acids. His
massive cock twitched between his hind legs, and a bit of precum gleamed on its
head.

Nine reddish, furry tails curled around the body of a horse-sized fox, Naruto's
stomach bulging a little with the shape of Sakura's cute body.

The blond blinked. He certainly did NOT remember doing anything like that. But
the state of the room would definitely support the veracity of this sudden...
flashback? 

He looked around, a little disbelieving, at the blood here and there, and the
wreckage that had once been Sakura's bed.

He also saw the pinkette lying there blissfully in the middle of the floor. She
was completely naked, but Naruto wasn't sure if any of the girl's clothes would
actually fit her, now.

Sakura looked, for all the world, like she was in her twenties. She was a good
deal taller than Naruto, moreso even than she had been before, and her hair had
grown out all the way to her bum. More noticeably than even that, however, was
how goddamn voluptuous she looked. Her boobs had to be the size of watermelons,
and her ass was bigger than her head, with wide, juicy, womanly hips to go with
it.

Naruto stared, almost at a loss.

"Wow..." he muttered. "I knew getting eaten that first time made your boobs get
a little bigger, but this..." He shook his head. "How many times did that clone
eat you last night?"

"I don't know, master," said Sakura huskily, warmly. "I lost count somewhere in
the twenties." The way her breasts reacted as she talked was... arousing, to
say the least. Naruto gulped, and he was acutely aware of the huge bulge in his
trousers.

"Well, um, do you have any clothes that can fit you like this?" Naruto asked
her somewhat hesitantly. "We've gotta meet up with Kakashi-sensei and Sasuke
for another mission today..."

"Not at all!" said the pinkette cheerfully. "But I can always change back into
my twelve year old self, if you want me to," Sakura said.

"What? You mean, with a henge?" Naruto said uncertainly. "But will you be able
to keep that up the whole time we're out...? I mean, we have a mission,
today..."

"No, it's a real transformation," said Sakura cheerfully. "Kurama told me about
it while your shadow clone was, ahh..." She blushed, and Naruto saw the girl's
pussy briefly begin to moisten. 

"While he was eating you? Okay, yeah, I remember that," he said offhandedly.
"You can change your body physically in any way you can imagine, as long as
it's a change I want you to make. So you can just change back into your
original form, and put on some of your clothes"

Then he blinked.

"Wait," he said. "How do I remember that?" he asked himself. "I wasn't even
here when that happened..."

Inside of his head, he heard a longsuffering groan. 

"Oh, for..." muttered Kurama inside his head. "You get the clones' memories
when they dispel, boy! Don't you remember the description of the technique in
that scroll?"

Naruto was pointedly silent.

The Nine-tails felt like bashing his head against the bars of his cage. 

"Thrice-accursed, imbecilic scion of hairless, inbred apes..." Kurama muttered
bitterly under his breath. "It is an information gathering technique! It was
invented by your Second Hokage, the corpse-defiling one. He created it as a
means of performing reconnaissance in dangerous areas without putting oneself
at risk... He specifically designed it so that, if the clones were dispelled,
they would transmit everything they had learned back to him. Do you get it,
boy? The clones can instantly relay all information they know without any
actual need to join back up with anyone else. If one was caught spying, it
could simply dispel itself and send back what information it had managed to
gather."

Naruto blinked.

"Wow. I knew my shadow clone jutsu was awesome, but the way you put it, it
sounds a hundred times even cooler!" he exclaimed eagerly. "Soo cool! I've got
a total super spy jutsu! Hahaha!"

Sakura, who had been able to hear all of this, thanks to her link to Naruto's
kyuubi chakra, frowned. "Wait. How do you know so much about this jutsu,
Kurama? I didn't think you studied human arts..."

"Human?" said Kurama. "Yes, I suppose you could call this use of chakrahuman.
And of course I know about your mortal ninjutsu. My siblings and I were given
life by Hagoromo Ootsutsuki, himself, after all."

Naruto and Sakura stared blankly straight ahead. 

"Wait. Who?" they said in unison. 

This time Kurama DID bang his head against the bars of his cage.
===============================================================================
When Naruto and Sakura (the body of the latter returned, for now, to the way it
had been before Naruto first ate her) went down to the training ground to meet
up with Sasuke and wait for Kakashi-sensei, they were hungry and rushed, having
been even later than they'd thought. They didn't have any time to eat, and the
hunger pangs were driving them mad by the time they finally reached the meeting
place.

Sasuke, who had been leaning lazily against the handrail of the bridge, glanced
only briefly at Naruto and Sakura before returning to his own little world. 

He didn't even raise an eyebrow at the fact that the two came there TOGETHER.

Naruto, panting and feeling a little woozy from hunger, nonetheless managed to
at least wheeze out a terse, "Hey, Sasuke. Kakashi-sensei still not here?"

The raven-haired, self-proclaimed avenger simply grunted noncommittally in
response. "Hn."

Naruto scowled a little at this. But only a little. He was mostly used to the
Uchiha's indifference by now, and anyways he had had a very good night, last
night. So he simply took a spot to lean against the railing, closer by far to
Sakura than Sasuke.

Naruto didn't mind the avenger's flippant greeting.

But SAKURA, on the other hand...

The peace and tranquility of clear, sunny day in that little corner of Konoha
was broken suddenly by the sound of Sakura's hand violently impacting with
Sasuke's cheek.

Sasuke's eyes widened. He felt could feel the hot stinging sensation in the
side of his face. He could see that his head had been suddenly swung to one
side by a considerable force striking his cheek. He could even, logically,
deduce that these things were the result of a slap to the face. 

Yet he was stunned, unable to believe what had just happened. From a purely
objective, mechanical standpoint, this sequence of events had unfolded in a
clear, understandable manner, but Sasuke could not for the life of him make any
practical sense of it. It simply did not compute.

He turned his head slowly, mechanically, to stare, jaw dumbly slack, at Sakura
Haruno, whose hand was still outstretched in a manner that made it unmistakably
clear that SHE was the one who had struck him.

"Greet master with the respect he deserves, you scum," Sakura hissed. "You
should be happy I don't sacrifice you to him right here and now for this
INSULT."

Finally, stunned back out of his stunned silence, Sasuke could only say,
"...what the hell? Did somebody slip something into my food?"

At the word "food", Naruto's stomach audibly growled. 

For some reason, Sasuke found this noise to be simultaneously ominous and
arousing, even if the latter only slightly.

"I could sure slip something into you..." he heard Naruto mumble, "...and then
have you as MY food..." 

Sasuke stared at Naruto and Sakura, baffled and bewildered. He could hear the
water of the stream babbling peacefully some feet beneath their feet. He looked
at Naruto's lips, where he could see a bit of clear, translucent drool, and
Sakura's eyes, in which he saw nothing but cold disdain.

"Huh?" the last Uchiha said intelligently, looking from one to the other. "Did
I miss something...?" He felt strangely lost, and uncomfortably vulnerable. 

Briefly, Sasuke glanced, unbidden, below Naruto's proverbial belt.

His face turned redder than a beet when he saw the frighteningly ENORMOUS bulge
in the crotch of the blond's trousers. He felt the air against his smooth,
bare, pale legs, and suddenly became all too conscious of the way Naruto was
leering at him like a piece of meat.

For a moment, everything was still as Sasuke took in the changed demeanors of
his teammates. Sakura looked so cold and hostile, now. She had slapped him, and
for what? Not greeting this "master". And she had threatened to SACRIFICE him
to this master, too. What did that even mean?

Well, at the very least, Sasuke could deduce fairly well who this master was.
Either Sakura had abruptly gone completely batshit insane and started seeing
people who weren't even there, then the master she spoke of could only be
Naruto. Which still begged the question of whether or not the pinkette was
entirely sane.

But that aside, Naruto was acting pretty odd, too. If nothing else, the fact
that the blond was actually displaying some manner of (quite honestly BLATANT)
sexual attraction to him, which seemed to be completely removed from everything
Sasuke had thought he'd known about the boy.

...well, okay, there HAD been that kiss, but Sasuke was pretty certain that had
been an accident. And Naruto certainly hadn't seemed pleased with it back when
it happened. Maybe if it had been a gradual change... but Sasuke was certain
that this was the first inkling Naruto had given of wanting to do anything to
him aside from kick his ass. And it was a pretty fucking BIG inkling, too,
considering the look the blond was giving him, and the size of the tent in the
Uzumaki's trousers. 

Sasuke glanced again between the two. The way they were looking at him was
getting very unnerving...

The pair leaned forward suddenly, and Sasuke reflexively took a step back to
keep the distance separating them the same. His back hit the railing of the
bridge, and the sound of his foot against the wooden planks of the structure
seemed painfully loud to his ears.

That was when Sasuke realized that there was no other sound. All he could hear
was his breathing, and Sakura and Naruto's breathing.

...and the rumbling of Naruto's stomach.

But he couldn't hear anything else. No wind brush the leaves in the trees. No
distant voices from the village, or one of the nearby training grounds. Even
the stream was completely silent.

Unnerved, and curious, Sasuke chanced a glance over the railing at the water
below.

His heart stopped.

It was like looking at a crystal clear photograph of a stream. He could see the
water frozen in the midst of its otherwise constant motion. He could see
droplets of sprayed water hanging impossibly in the air, perfectly still.
Looking closely, he could even make out how each individual droplet subtly
deformed against the air resistance.

Everything was motionless. As though the entire world was a movie, and God had
just paused his VCR while he put out the dog. 

Nothing was moving. Nothing except Sasuke himself, Naruto, and Sakura.

And that was when Sasuke remembered that he should probably be keeping an eye
on those two, with their unnerving behavior. As incredible as what he was
seeing was, his mind was clearly struggling to find something it could latch
onto in the midst of this insanity.

Even as Sasuke thought this, he felt a hot, humid breath against the back of
his neck. 

He spun around, startled. And what he saw made him scream.
Chapter End Notes
     A/N: LE SUSPENSE :O
     Also, I did put M/M up there in content tags, just to pre-empt anyone
     wanting to call SQUICK.
     Updated: 12-15-13
     TTFN and R&R!
     – — ❤
***** Spontaneous Exploration of the SasuNaru Dichotomy *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Nine long tails swayed languidly through the air behind a lean, yet monstrous
bulk. Slitted, blood red eyes stared piercingly out from the large, leering
face of an enormous, fox-like creature. The slightly tapered, canine snout of
this creature was curled into a darkly mirthful sneer. Its fur was a deep,
ruddy orange, and it moved like the flickering of flames across the beast's
visibly rippling musculature.
Sasuke was frozen in uncomprehending terror, beholding this monster. Great,
furred hands with fingers that tapered down into claws like spears were splayed
across the wooden plank surface of the bridge. The fearsome talons gouged deep,
ominous grooves into the stout, oaken boards as this fox-like thing slowly and
purposefully shifted its considerable bulk, drawing itself a little bit nearer
to the Last Uchiha.
Even on all fours, this creature stood high above him. It was tremendous, the
size of three and a half oxen, at least, in terms of sheer mass. The bridge
groaned dolefully beneath this thing's great weight, and the movements of its
tails stirred up a not inconsiderable wind that groped at Sasuke's hair and his
clothes, blowing at them chaotically, randomly as it continually changed
direction with the ever subtly shifting motions of its tails'.
"Wha... What the hell...?" murmured Sasuke fearfully, trembling fiercely from
the top of his head to the tips of his toes. "Sa... Sakura...? Naruto...?"
He cast an anxious glance around at his surroundings, looking for his
teammates. He couldn't even begin to fathom where this monster had come from,
and even as ominously and strangely as the Uzumaki and young Miss Haruno had
been behaving, their company was still infinitely preferable to that of this
vulpine monstrosity.
At the very least, those two, as far as Sasuke knew, wouldn't be particularly
inclined or able to devour him whole and shit out his bones.
The young Uchiha edged himself slowly, cautiously away from this enormousyouko
as he scanned the bridge frantically for his teammates. But it wasn't until he
chanced a glance between this beasts hind-legs that he actually spotted one of
them.
And Sasuke stared in absently horrified disbelief at what he saw. Sakura – or
at least he assumed that was who this tall, mature, voluptuous cherry blossom-
haired woman was – was moaning shameless, perversely, pressing an unbelievably
curvaceous tightly against the massive, throbbing, human-like cock of this
monstrous kitsune.
"Ohhh, master," she lewdly moaned, rubbing breasts larger than record-making
watermelons up and down and back and forth across the pulsing, blue-veined,
naked shaft of the gigantic penis. "You're so big... so sexy... oh, I love you
so much..."
She craned her neck forward to sloppily and wetly kiss the nigh demonic-looking
dick for several long, passionate seconds, wiggling a generous, creamy ass like
two large, bouncy, skin-colored beach balls surgically grafted onto the woman's
tailbone. The delicious, kissable flesh of those huge, soft, doughy buttocks
wobbled and jiggled in a way that was almost criminally erotic as the woman
delightfully waggled her generous booty.
In spite of himself, Sasuke felt the crotch of his trousers get uncomfortably
tight.
"Sakura?" he murmured in disbelief. "Is... is that you?"
"Mmmmmmm?" the voluptuous pinkette paused in her gratuitous frenching of this
monster's dick to glance coldly over her shoulder at the Uchiha. "Naruto-sama
hasn't taken you, yet?"
Sasuke blinked. He almost felt like breaking down into hysterical laughter.
Naruto-sama? This was too fucking surreal.
The horror of his situation, perhaps, was starting to crack the lone wolf's
mind. That and just how utterly unbelievable and impossible it was. There was
no way this could actually be happening. It had to be some kind of bizarre
fever dream induced by some manner of spontaneously degenerative madness.
"Who the fuck is Naruto-sama?" he asked crudely, almost wildly. His skin was
chalk white and clammy. He felt like ice, and he was shivering like a pirate's
timbers.
Sakura scoffed, even as she continued to lewdly dry hump that brobdignagian
dick that was quite a bit bigger than her entire body.
"He is Master," she said coolly to Sasuke, yet her words also carried an
undertone of borderline religious reverence for the subject of which she spoke.
"Naruto-sama is Naruto-sama. You should know perfectly well who he is."
A shiver ran down Sasuke's spine, and even as he felt his cock furiously
throbbing at everything about this situation and the scene before him, he tore
his glance from Sakura's ball-droppingly gorgeous body to look up into the eyes
of this gigantic fox, which towered over him, so completely dwarfing him. It
had to be the size of an elephant, at least.
He took in, half against his will, the pervasive scent of this creature. Not
the musk of its arousal, the scent of its incomparably masculine sex. Nor the
sour, pungent, almost sickly sweet stench of death and rotting meat, the smell
of a large carnivore. The scent that came into his nostrils was one that the
acclaimed rookie of the year knew much better than he was proud to admit.
It was miso and honeydew, and the subtle tang of sweat from a hard-fought spar
or a physically taxing mission. It was sunlight and laughter, and the familiar
tête-à-tête of companionably obnoxious insults traded back and forth in the
goodnatured enmity of rivals and friends. It was everything he had come, over
his weeks with Team Seven, to associate on a subconscious level with everything
he knew as that a part of that blond, loudmouthed, knuckleheaded dork.
It was a smell unmistakably and undeniably Naruto.
Sasuke gaped up at the great fox, which was yet still far less in stature than
the legendary kyuubi no youko. Yet he had a swiftly growing conviction that
this wasexactly what this fox was.
It made too much sense to be anything but the truth.
He'd honestly suspected as much for a while, though only idly so at first. For
years, Sasuke had been much more aware of Naruto's general situation and
treatment at the hands of most of the villagers than the rest of their peers,
acutely and painfully so. Before the massacre, the blond had been nothing to
him. For a long time, he had just been that kid nobody liked, the borderline-
outcast boy about whom his parents, and even Itachi, had so often whispered
just below a young Sasuke's hearing.
But when he lost his family, the Uchiha became suddenly and abruptly aware of
how different life as a child was without parents. Ever after the massacre,
Sasuke was treated differently from his peers, and this had scalded him
dreadfully. Even if it was only pity, it had so woefully galled and wounded the
young, scared, lonely and confused boy he had been in those days. He had just
wanted things to go back to normal, to the way they had been when he was just
another member of the class, just one out many Uchiha, clan head's son or not.
Children could be so paradoxically vulnerable and resilient. If they skinned
their knees, they would loudly cry until the "boo-boo" was made better with a
kiss or a band-aid, but after that they would gladly and enthusiastically
return to running and playing, perhaps smugly showing off the injury as a point
of pride to their peers. Yet even subtle differences in treatment could so
grievously baffle and be-worry them, and if prolonged could permanently and
adversely affect who they were, and the person they would become.
Going from one in a crowd to one of a kind had badly jarred and distressed the
young, traumatized Sasuke. Even now, he had never really recovered from all the
innumerable ways things had changed for him, after the loss of his family.
And feeling so lonely, so painfully different from the others, the young boy
had desperately sought out for someone like himself, someone who could
understand, however absently, the pain and confusion of being an orphan in a
world so entrenched in the ideas of filial piety and clan unity. Being without
family in a world so utterly obsessed with the concept estranged him
irreversibly from his young peers, leaving him alone and afraid.
But there had been one other person, one other boy in all of the village, in
all Konoha, whose situation could be called genuinely comparable to his own. A
boy who was treated so differently from his peers in so many subtle and
multitudinous ways that only when forcibly thrust into painfully similar
circumstances had Sasuke been able to really notice and appreciate what it was
like for him.
Naruto Uzumaki. Out of all their year, maybe even their entire generation,
Sasuke was really the first person to get, on any level, how miserable life had
to be for the boy. Shinobi as a whole, even in this modern era of the hidden
villages, were so clannish and family-centered in everything about their
mentality and lifestyle that it seemed to the young Uchiha truly impossible to
exist in any appreciable way without a family. But Naruto, even for an orphan
whose parents nobody seemed to know the identities of, was just treated so
differently from everyone else that Sasuke couldn't help but take notice of it.
Naruto wasn't pitied, like he was.
Naruto wasn't pitied at all.
Sasuke hadn't really taken notice of it before the massacre of his clan, but
once his family was torn away so cruelly from him he could not even help but
just notice so acutely the differences in the way people treated Naruto.
Only a very few, peculiarly bitter and belligerent folk gave Sasuke treatment
anything remotely like what the seeming MAJORITY of the village gave Naruto.
Even for an orphan (and Naruto and himself weren't exactly the only kids in the
entire village to have no parents or family) the blond had just been treated so
completely differently from the other kids, from even Sasuke himself, that the
Uchiha became genuinely, morbidly curious.
As far he knew, Naruto and himself were basically the same. Unlike many of his
peers, Sasuke was not at all ignorant as to the general notion of what the
blond's name meant. The Uzumaki had been to the Senju, genealogically speaking,
what the Hyuuga were to the Uchiha, two divergent yet closely related branches
from one single, larger, older family. And as the son of the Uchiha clan head,
younger or otherwise, Sasuke had of course been taught from a young age about
the many different notable clans and families in the Land of Fire, and the
elemental nations as a whole.
He knew that, logically, the Uzumaki were nearly as important to the history of
Konoha as the Senju or Uchiha. At the very least, they had been a clan every
bit as prominent and venerable as the Hyuuga or the Uchiha, or any other old,
bloodline-bearing family. Even as young as he had been when he lost his family,
Sasuke had still known much more about the Leaf's history than was taught in
the Academy, nowadays. And when he first lost his family, a part of his grief-
stricken mind had flung itself furiously into studying the histories of various
clans in Konoha, at the world at large.
At the very least, Sasuke had been seeking some proof or confirmation of a clan
managing to recover from such a grievous blow as his brother had dealt the
Uchiha. And although even his considerably higher-than-average reading level as
the son of a noble shinobi clan head had been frequently stymied by the dense
and oftentimes archaic language used in the scrolls of history available to him
as the last surviving member of the Uchiha, Sasuke had nonetheless learned much
about many, many families and clans that had long been wiped out, or scattered
and diminished to just a few isolated descendants all but hiding out in
backwater, third rate villages. The Hagoromo, the Kaguya, the Kamizuri, and
(most notably of them all, to him) the Uzumaki.
Though the scrolls had generally only contained brief, cursory histories of the
many hundreds of notable shinobi clans past and present, the Uzumaki had been
among the relative few to get something resembling an in-depth treatment.
And not without good reason, Sasuke had learned. While he never really brought
it up nowadays, not wanting to say anything that might encourage the oft nigh
blind, almost entirely baseless facade of arrogance and cocksurety that his
blond teammate and self-proclaimed rival simply loved to put forth, he had
honestly been just a little bit awestruck by the way in which what objectively
few scrolls he could actually find on the subject had talked about the family.
Most of the language these Uchiha histories used when speaking of the Uzumaki
had been noticeably respectful, if not exactly friendly.
Even in the last years of its existence, the relationship between the Uchiha
clan and the modern representatives, relatives, and offshoots of the Senju had
been largely tepid at the best of times, far more professional than friendly.
Even as a boy, Sasuke had been aware of this. So of course, the Uzumaki, who
had been so close politically and genealogically to the Senju, and so
frequently and heavily intermarried, that they were practically all but the
same thing as Senju in the eyes of contemporary Uchiha, would not have been
exactly buddy-buddy with his clan.
And with that in mind, the descriptions of the Uzumaki in those scrolls had
been distinctly respectful and admiring, speaking unashamedly of these people
as more-or-less equals to themselves, and the borderline reverent way in which
even his own clan had described the sealing arts and martial prowess of the
Uzumaki in those scrolls really drove home for him just how feared and
respected this family had been. And, when he read of how the Uzumaki had
decades ago been all butwiped out in a massive attack on their country
comprised by an alliance of multiple major ninja villages, made him realize
that, in a surprisingly literal way, he and Naruto were very much two of a
kind.
They were effectively the last surviving members of their respective families,
clans which had played major roles in the sociological, political, and military
history of the Hidden Leaf. And compared to the kind of power and skill the
individual warriors of their particular families were said to have possessed,
both of them had been, at least back then, far from indicative of the very real
power their clans had wielded. They had been, by all accounts, disappointments
to the martial legacies of their respective families.
And while Sasuke had, admittedly, actually known his family, and known what it
was like to live an honestly normal and ultimately happy childhood, at least in
retrospect, that did not detract from the difficulties which Naruto himself had
no doubt faced, and honestly still faced, as an orphan who knew nothing about
his family or where he came from, in a world where clan mentality was still
very much a quite real and powerful driving force in the societal norms of
their time, and the ways in which people viewed the world around them.
Yet, in spite of all the things that should, logically, have made him and
Naruto so similar in the eyes of the village, people had nonetheless all but
spat in the face of logic and treated the blond with such borderline hostility
and disdain, while Sasuke himself was largely pitied for his plight, or praised
for how he "worked through" the trauma of losing his family and became a kind
of genius in his own right. (How little they really knew... Sasuke knew that he
was neither well-adjusted nor a genius)
And while that treatment certainly galled Sasuke in his own way, it was nothing
compared to how angry and confused he felt whenever faced with how callously
people treated Naruto. The horrible things they could say about the boy without
even thinking about it... it still made Sasuke feel personally offended,
whenever he heard someone speak dismissively of Naruto, and even now he felt so
furious and compelled to verbally lash out when people talked poorly about the
boy in relation to his status as an orphan.
They didn't have the RIGHT to talk about Naruto in that way. Sasuke may have
done more than his fair share of putting the blond down, calling him an idiot,
a jackass, a loudmouth, a stupid braggart, the one thing he had never used
against Konoha's last Uzumaki, and – as far as the person he was now was
concerned – never would, was the boy's lack of parents. Because Sasuke knew
what that was like. He knew the pain of being treated differently and
objectively unfairly (though in Sasuke's case it was more because people gave
him FAR MORE credit than he knew he honestly deserved) by your peers for
something that was completely beyond your control.
But people objectively treated Naruto worse than they did Sasuke, looked at the
Uzumaki far more harshly and critically than they did at the Uchiha. Worst of
all in how so many apparently tried to act as though Naruto didn't even exist.
Sasuke wouldn't be able to fade into a crowd even if he wanted to, not in
Konoha at least, but the blond had to do so much just to get people to even
notice him long enough afford him the courtesy of an icy glare or an angrily
spat curse.
In a detached, logical part of his mind, Sasuke knew that this was one of the
big, major reasons for the real, distinct differences between him and Naruto,
personality-wise. He had so often been given pitying glances, in those earlier
years after the massacre, people whispering about how unfortunate he was, and
how sad his circumstances were, seeming wholly, genuinely oblivious to how much
this kind of talk twisted the knife in his gut, kept the loss of his parents
fresh in his mind, the hole in his heart painfully empty and raw, even years
after the fact.
If Sasuke seemed to obsess over the loss of his parents, then it was only
because THAT was what defined him to the majority of the villages for months,
and even years, after the massacre. They didn't talk about him as Sasuke, the
boy who had tracked mud into the kitchen right after his mother had finished
mopping, and when confronted about the matter nervously and almost hysterically
spun a wild, unbelievable story about an evil raccoon that had stolen his shoes
and led him on a wild goose chase through the mud, the muck, and his great
aunt's azaleas. The didn't see him as the chubby cheeked little boy who for a
long stretch of time would become almost infamous among his family members for
his many and varied attempts to sneak sweets before dinner no matter how many
times his mom told him not to.
No. To the village as a whole, Sasuke after the massacre was defined solely as
that poor boy who had watched his entire family die right before his very eyes,
killed at the hands of his brothers. Sasuke, in a way, became unable to move
past that trauma largely because the Hidden Leaf as a whole never moved past
it.
And all of this only made Sasuke more acutely aware of Naruto's situation. He
saw how coldly or dismissively so many people treated the boy, and felt himself
grow angry and vexed on the blond's behalf.
Because Sasuke might not have thought of himself as a genius, but he was not
ignorant. Not willfully, at least. When he first began to really notice how
differently people treated Naruto, he quite naturally became curious. And when
he became curious about something, he dug down to find out more about it.
Sasuke wasn't a moron. He didn't reach his level of cunning and ability by
passively accepting the way things were. It took ambition to improve himself,
an almost childlike refusal to accept something he thought of as wrong without
trying to change it, in some way. And what, really, was ambition if not a
relative of curiosity, curiosity if not something akin to ambition?
Confronted with a mystery, and enigma such as that, it was only natural Sasuke
had proceeded to try and get to the bottom of it. And while he never really
found out anything concrete, he certainly got enough clues to point him in the
right general direction of the correct conclusion.
The first really strong clue had been Naruto's birth date. October tenth,
twelve years ago now.
The boy was born the same day of the kyuubi attack. When Sasuke learned this,
he latched onto it as significant. It was surely no coincidence that this boy,
this orphan who was so ostracized by the majority of the village, had been born
on the day of one of the most terrible disasters in Konoha's history. People
still treated the attack as a touchy subject, and almost everyone who had been
past a certain age when the attack happened seemed to act suspicious whenever
it was mentioned.
At first, Sasuke had directly asked a few people about this, but he had been
completely stonewalled by every single person who seemed like they MIGHT have
known something about it. The last person he'd asked about the attack, a
retired veteran with whom he had been passingly familiar, had even glared at
Sasuke and told him, quite audibly restraining some very powerful and obviously
negativeemotions from slipping into his voice, with a mystifyingly accusatory
undertone to his words, that he knew DAMN well what had happened, and that he
had better never talk about the kyuubi or the attack in front of them ever
again.
Aside from these seeming dead ends, though, Sasuke had slowly nonetheless
managed to piece some crucial pieces of information together. While it wasn't
enough to lead him to any concrete conclusion, it certainly gave him a good,
general idea of the most probable answer.
There had been some useful information, on that matter, below the family
shrine. While his parents had never told him about it, Sasuke found out some
very interesting information, down there, about the nine-tails, and the idea
ofjinchuuriki. There was never any real evidence for him to pin down as proof
of any one theory, but he'd long had his suspicions, in the back of his mind.
And what he was seeing now really just confirmed them.
Sasuke gulped, looking up at the large fox, which really was the spitting image
of what he'd seen from illustrations of the kyuubi.
"Naruto..." he murmured, more frightened than relieved. While this revelation
answered some certain long-standing questions, the situation in which it was
given to him itself raised some much more immediately pressing concerns.
"You... wouldn't actually eat me, r-right...?"
Naruto, in the form of a pygmy kyuubi, grinned. "I wouldn't bet on that, Snack-
suke," he rumbled, his words suggestive in just about the worst kind of way. He
licked his chops, leering hungrily at the last loyal Uchiha.
Chapter End Notes
     A/N: I have no idea how this chapter got so monstrously long, and so
     heavily devoted to some honestly very out of place introspection from
     Sasuke on the matter of the strange dichotomy between himself and
     Naruto, and how he apparently had long suspected the true reason
     behind the blond's treatment by the village.
     Except that is kind of a lie. I DO have an idea how that happened,
     but it's really boring in that I'd just never really personally
     covered this particular concept before in my writing, so what started
     out as just Sasuke telling the audience that he had long suspected
     that Naruto held the Nine-tails kinda quickly devolved (evolved?)
     into something else entirely, with an in depth exploration of the
     possible canon ways Sasuke may have seen Naruto pre-Valley of the
     End, and some of the various really possible ways in which it would
     seriously suck to be an orphan in the Naruto world, and even a bit of
     an exploration of WHY Sasuke could never move past the loss of his
     family, even after Itachi's death.
     Unrelatedly, who wants Naruto to kill Sasuke of when he eats him, and
     who wants Naruto to make Sasuke his living sacrifice vore-slave, like
     Sakura is? I'd personally lean more towards the latter, but I
     wouldn't mind hearing what the rest of you think.
     Updated: 12-17-13
     TTFN and R&R!
     – — ❤
***** Sacrifice Sasuke *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Naruto, in the form of a pygmy kyuubi, grinned. "I wouldn't bet on that, Snack-
suke," he rumbled, his words suggestive in just about the worst kind of way. He
licked his chops, leering hungrily at the last loyal Uchiha. "But don't worry,"
he added offhandedly, inching ominously forward. "It won't kill you," the
tremendous fox-Naruto said suggestively. "You'll just spend the rest of your
life as my sex slave, and living sacrifice."
Sasuke gaped up at Naruto, his lower jaw hanging slack. "What." He was so
flabbergasted by this completely frank statement of something so utterly awful
and unbelievable. "N-no way," he managed to mutter out, though his voice
sounded weak as he stared into his teammate and soon-to-be-predator's large,
slitted eyes. "You're joking. What the hell kind of sick joke is that supposed
to be?!"
He stared into the piercing, crimson eyes, almost desperately seeking some sign
of sarcasm or facetiousness in them.
He saw a few tiny flecks of blue, but nothing else.
Naruto was, it seemed, completely serious.
Sasuke shook his head. Though it was a little difficult to tell, with how badly
the rest of him was ALSO trembling.
"No way..." he said quietly. "I'd rather die... I won't let you trample all
over the pride of the Uchiha clan."
The eyes flashed mirthfully, and another voice spoke. Unlike the first one to
come from this fox, which had been clearly Naruto, this one felt like a
completely different person.
If you could really call a giant chakra monster a person.
"Ohhh?" said this new voice. "How interesting... Do you mean to say that being
enslaved to us, and forced to serve our every whim for the rest of your life,
would to you be a fate worse than death...?"
"It would," said Sasuke with absolute conviction.
The voice laughed, a wicked, booming noise that echoed violently across the
still waters below.
"Ha ha ha ha! Then I guess making you our sacrifice DOES sound like the better
punishment for your birth into that accursed clan...!" it bellowed, darkly
mirthful.
Then the eyes, and the voice, changed back to Naruto. Faster than Sasuke could
even THINK of trying to dodge, he was snatched up in a massive, furry, clawed
hand. The fingers squeezed his ribs tightly, compressing them heavily.
He could hardly breath, let alone move or attempt an escape.
Naruto licked his vulpine lips. He felt a bit of his chakra seeping into
Sasuke's body.
The Uchiha glowed brightly, for a moment, with the golden light. It incinerated
his clothes, and his eyes seemed to flash red for the briefest moment. He was
still struggling.
Then the glow subsided.
"Bottoms up," said Naruto cheerfully, bringing the naked, squirming, honestly
fuckable-looking Sasuke up to his jaws, which opened wide, massive fangs
gleaming cruelly in the sunlight.
Sasuke tried to escape. He really did. Even if it felt nice, having those
huge,strong fingers uncurl and expose his nakedness to the open air – and
Naruto's eyes – before setting him down on that wonderfully warm tongue. Even
if the feeling of the massive, pleasantly moist appendage undulating powerfully
beneath Sasuke's slender, pale body was incredible and comforting, he still did
everything in his power to get away.
Even if the smell of Naruto's breath filling his nostrils made him feel so warm
and fuzzy, and contentedly drowsy, Sasuke did not take this treatment lying
down. Even if the thought of being cut to pieces and mashed into pulp by those
teeth, or swallowed whole and left to slowly dissolve in Naruto's belly
appeared to make him fall to pieces and start moaning lewdly, it was all part
of a brilliantly subtle ruse.
It may have looked like he was just lying there as the tongue drew him into
Naruto's glorious maw, that he was squirming and blushing and desperately,
shamelessly beginning to hump his teammate's tongue, it was in fact a clever
deception meant to make Naruto lower his guard. It might have LOOKED like
Sasuke was gleefully accepting of his new-found fate, once his body had been
imbued with some of Naruto's kyuubi chakra, that he was panting and moaning and
lewdly french kissing the enormous tongue, but it was all just an act.
When he came all over Naruto's tongue, screaming "Oh, SAGE! Oh, FIRE! Fuck!
Fuck! Yeesss! YESSSSS! EAT ME! GOD, MASTER, EAT ME!" he wasn't actuallybegging
to be devoured and digested like the scrumptious morsel he had quickly come to
accept himself as now being. When he offered to sit his tight virgin anus down
on one of Naruto's canines and run his ass through on his new god's magnificent
teeth, he wasn't actually eagerly accepting his new role in life as the
jinchuuriki's vore-slave and cock-sleeve from now until the end of time.
It was obviously all part of some clever, insanely brilliant and convoluted
plan that only the Uchiha himself could really understand. It was all a ruse to
make Naruto drop his guard and allow Sasuke to escape.
Or.
At least.
That's what Naruto was assuming, right up until the second he knock his great,
vulpine head back and swallowed the gleefully squealing and lewdly writhing
Sasuke down his throat.
But, when the last Uchiha plopped without any resistance whatsoever straight
into Naruto's stomach, the boy couldn't help but wonder.
'Kurama?' he mentally asked the Nine-tails. 'What's up with Sasuke? He was
acting an awful lot like...'
"Like he wanted to be eaten? Well, of course he was. You put my chakra into his
body."
'What do you mean by that? I just did so he could regenerate. We need three
people to have a squad. I don't wanna be sent back to the Academy!'
Kurama snorted. "They would have just taken you an older genin whose teammates
had died or promoted and stick him on your team in his place," he said.
'Oh. Well, I still stand by my decision. But why was he acting so weird?' he
asked the fox.
Then he heard another voice in his head.
'How could I ever NOT want to be eaten by you, master?'
Naruto blinked. 'Sasuke...?! How are you...!'
'I think it's the chakra, master.' This one was Sakura. 'I can hear whenever
you and Kurama are talking, even if it's inside of your head... I kind of
suspected it might work both ways, actually.'
Outside of Naruto's head, the pinkette moaned and tightened her embrace of his
massive cock. Her cheeks were red, and her cunt was soaking wet.
"The girl is right," said Kurama. "Putting my chakra permanently into their
systems made them, in a sense, extensions of ourselves. We can share any
thoughts we choose with them, and can see any thoughts of theirs, if we so
wish. And aside from that, to answer your earlier question, putting my chakra
into someone intended as a sacrifice causes that energy to implant itself in
their brain. It doesn't damage anything, or change their fundamental character,
apart from making them unable to resist the thought of being devoured, or
raped, by us."
'And I can feel everything...' added Sakura mentally. 'Sasuke's skin is
dissolving... Mmm, he's masturbating in your stomach acid, master... Ooooh...!
I think that's a piece of me he's using... Aahhhn... I can feel him fucking the
pussy of one of my bodies...'
"One of your bodies?" Naruto said out loud. "And what are you talking about?
What can you feel?"
"You... master..." said Sakura out loud, panting and moaning as she lewdly
humped Naruto's gigantic dick. "When someone regenerates after being eaten by
you... it isn't the body you ate being rebuilt... it's an entirely new one
being made for them from your chakra... especially when you're physically
eating someone, the regeneration happens at roughly the point where the person
would die... instead of passing on, their soul goes into the new body you've
made for them..."
"She's right," said Kurama again. "This one is very smart to have deduced that
much. But, yes, even in the stomach I've provided for you like this, it can
take many hours for food to completely digest. So, practically speaking, you
still have many partial, half-digested Sakura corpses in your stomach. The
Uchiha is probably fucking one of the more intact bodies even as we speak. And
because of how the chakra bonding works, Sasuke and Sakura can feel – to a
certain extent what happens to one another, as well as what happens to their
own past bodies. This is most noticeable during digestion, which is when the
sensory link between bodies, living or dead, is strongest."
Naruto was quiet for a moment, reeling briefly from all of this information.
'Uhhh... okay, I think I'm just gonna change back and fuck Sakura until Sasuke
regenerates.'
"You didn't understand a single thing I just said, did you?"
There was a huge puff of smoke, and Naruto reverted to his normal form, the
salacious adult-looking Sakura promptly burying face in her bosom, overcome
from the sheer stimulation she was receiving from all of these different
sources.
"Not a word," the blonde managed to somehow say without his words being
completely muffled into silence by the pinkette's bazonga's. He then proceeded
to attack his teammate's tits with his teeth, biting less than gently into them
and drawing a good deal of blood, while thrusting his cock powerfully into her
womanhood.
Kurama sighed inside Naruto's head.
The stream was flowing below them once more.
Sakura's enormous ass jiggled furiously as her master fucked her. Post-"meal"
sex was, in their swiftly expanding experience, one of the best kinds of sex
there was. Her womanhood was hot and wet, inner folds like fleshy velvet so
delightfully squeezing here and there against Naruto's hard, throbbing shaft.
Her hips and thighs were as soft and generous as her butt or tits, in this
form, and Naruto enthusiastically fondled and kneaded them beneath his hands as
he pumped hard and steady inside of the pinkette. She was so fucking lewd and
horny and fuckable that Naruto doubted he could ever NOT want to eat her up, or
out.
Blood was seeping from many open bite wounds on Sakura's chest. Even while they
bounced back and forth and up and down, it was clear to see that Naruto had
perhaps been doing some after-breakfast snacking on the girl's teats even as he
fucked her. And in fact, he had actually completely devoured Sakura's tits a
few times already over the course of their furiously impassioned intercourse,
and the blood everywhere on their bodies was certainly copious enough to
suggest this.
The reason Sakura's breasts only looked a little chewed up, presently, was of
course the regeneration afforded to her by the kyuubi chakra which continued to
be cultivated within her system, growing slowly and steadily.
But, that aside, Naruto continued pumping in and out of her. His cock slammed
ferociously, violently against her cervix, his teeth passionately gnashing and
tearing at his teammate's generous teats. Sakura screamed and moaned in ecstasy
as Naruto fucked her. Her ass, as big and round as anything, squashed and
jiggled erotically as Naruto nailed her to the bridge, drilling her plump,
juicy cunt with an almost frightening fervor.
The feeling of Sasuke, whose body Naruto could feel moving quite weakly now
inside his stomach, his other stomach, slowly digesting inside his belly, the
boy's squirming and writhing within the acid getting gradually weaker and
weaker, only made the blonde that much hornier, and if it wasn't getting close
to the time that Kakashi-sensei would probably be showing up, he would have
LOVED to stuff the Uchiha's tailpipe with his meat and fuck his rival-cum-
sacrifice's ass.
As it was, though, he realized reluctantly that he should probably get to
finishing this pretty quickly. And even as Naruto thought this, he could feel
his balls clench.
He shot an enormous load of semen into Sakura's pussy. It was so huge an amount
that part of Naruto wondered whether Sakura might not get pregnant from it.
But then he figured, eh, this probably wouldn't be a problem.
Still, pulling out only reluctant, Naruto marveled a little at how much semen
there was just spilling right of the pinkette's pussy. He leered at Sakura's
delicious, and his stomach gurgled loudly.
The movement in his belly stopped.
"Was that as good for you as it was for me, Sakura, Sasuke?" he asked
cheerfully.
"Yes, master," said Sakura, mewling.
"Of course, master," added Sasuke from behind him, smiling.
Naruto laughed. "Good, good! Well, I guess we should really get dressed," he
said, turning to face Sasuke. He took in the sight of the Uchiha's naked body
appreciatively. He imagined chopping off the boy's modestly-size manhood and
cooking it up on a grill, maybe eating it in a bun like some of those
"sausages" he had seen in that one food magazine. "Kakashi-sensei will probably
be here any minute!"
Pouting, Sakura made a handseal and poof she was back in her normal, twelve-
year-old form. Sasuke, however, laughed sheepishly, blushing shyly.
"You destroyed my clothes, master," he said. "Remember?"
Naruto blinked.
Oh, shit.
He heard the sound the sound of shunshin behind him.
"Hey," came Kakashi's normal, lackadaisical voice. "Sorry I'm late, but I...
got lost... on the... penis...?" he trailed off, brain finally registering the
sight before him.
Turning around, still quite naked, Naruto saw their silver-haired jonin sensei,
and saw that the man's one visible eye was glued blankly to the blond's
considerable endowment.
OH.
Shit.
"I CAN EXPLAIN...!" Naruto cried out anxiously.
Kakashi blinked, tearing his gaze away from his student's enormous. "Huh?" he
said intelligently. "Oh, right. Well, I certainly didn't expect you to take
your second one so soon..."
This response was surprisingly underwhelming.
Naruto stared at Kakashi.
"Eh? Take my second... You KNEW?!"
Kakashi nodded. "Well, I know," he said. "Lord Sandaime told me about it this
morning. You should know better than to try and give your watchers the slip,
Naruto. It just draws attention," he lectured, sounding distinctly teacher-ish.
"He saw everything that happened, last night... said it was very
interesting..."
There was a moment of silence.
"Oh, and I guess if you're gonna kill citizens of the Leaf, couldn't you at
least fill out the forms, afterwards?" he added absentmindedly, as though this
were just a minor matter.
Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura stared, gobsmacked.
"Forms?" said Naruto weakly.
"Yeah," said Kakashi, "the forms. You know? To log who it was that was killed,
and why."
Naruto wasn't sure what to say to this. "Wha... What do you mean? Aren't in
trouble?"
Sakura and Sasuke, both quite naked, moved protectively in front of Naruto,
arms spread wide.
Kakashi laughed. "Trouble? No! That's one less pension the village needs to
pay. Sakura's father hadn't taken a worthwhile mission in more than a decade.
Speaking frankly, he was dead weight."
"What about her mom?"
"You'd be surprised at how few rights civilian women technically have in this
village," replied Kakashi. "From a purely legal standpoint, what you did would
be considered only a property crime. And since the owner of said property is no
longer alive, there's no real case against you. Plus, the village council is
terrified of you and will gladly let you do anything you want, as long as you
don't completely destroy the village."
Naruto looked up at Kakashi. "You can't be serious."
The jonin shrugged. "The Kyuubi's reputation after the attack has become
greatlyinflated," he said offhandedly. "The fact that you could manifest its
power, in any controlled fashion, has basically everyone within the village
with actual power, aside from the Third, too terrified to try and oppose you.
And Sandaime-sama, for all his many strengths and outstanding qualities, is a
bit too sentimental when it comes to you. He'd gladly let you get away with
murder. Which, incidentally, is exactly what he has done." Kakashi beamed.
"Congratulations, Naruto! With the ability to use the Kyuubi, you're on the
fast track to becoming Hokage."
"Seriously?!" said Naruto.
"Yeah," said Kakashi. "All you have to do is hunt down the other bijuu, devour
them and/or their jinchuuriki, crush every other ninja village, and take your
pick of the spoils, leaving Konoha the only remaining world power."
Naruto stared. "Are you serious?"
"No, actually!" said Kakashi brightly. "'Don't ever kill another Konoha citizen
again. At least not unless they deserve it. Or you're just really hungry.'
Those were Hokage-sama's exact words. Well, maybe not exact-exact. There was a
lot of rhetoric and contemplation of certain moral principles that I omitted
for the sake of brevity. But it's more or less in the spirit of what he said."
"Okay..." said Naruto slowly. "But what if I just make them my sacrifices so
they can survive being eaten, and really want to be eaten by me, and fucked by
me?"
"That should be fine," said Kakashi said. "But enough of that, time for your
mission!"
Sasuke raised a hand.
"Can we at least get dressed first?" he asked.
"No you may not."
Chapter End Notes
     A/N: seems consensus was to let Sasuke live. Handy, since I probably
     would have done that anyways. XD
     Also I think Kakashi may be on crack in this.
     Updated: 12-19-13
     TTFN and R&R!
     – — ❤
***** Christmas Eve Crotch Gore and OP-enis *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke all scowled irritably as they walked outside the
village gates. Accompanying them, of course, was Kakashi their jonin sensei.
This did nothing to alleviate their irritable mood.
It was a warm, sunny day. The weather was clear in the sky above, and the road
before them stretched off into the distance, representing a world of
possibilities that was open to them, now that they had taken their first C-rank
mission. But unlike most genin teams, which usually had to do a couple C-ranks
before realizing that they were basically just glorified D-ranks with a trivial
possibility of actual combat, Squad Seven had been disillusioned much more
quickly.
Part of that was Kurama, telling them about how his first jinchuuriki's
brother-in-law (whom Sakura had, with a little awe, identifed as the Second
Hokage) used to take his genin squad on C-ranks as a quote-unquote "paid
vacation" whenever he was tired of supervising D-ranks.
It didn't exactly fill one with pride in their village to learn that one of its
founders had had so little regard for things like mission rankings.
But, really, the main reason for their irritability was walking in the back of
the group, reeking strongly of grain alcohol and humming some obnoxious little
ditty under his breath.
"And you're sure I can't eat him, Kakashi-sensei?" Naruto muttered, his voice
just low enough that Tazuna wouldn't hear him.
"Not unless you can build a bridge or produce the money to make up for what we
would lose from failing this mission," said the jonin matter-of-factly. "And
even a bottom of the barrel C-rank is well above your current pay grade."
Sasuke and Sakura scowled hotly at Kakashi's back, irritated that he was so
blatantly disrespecting their master. It galled them to see the man so
obviously talk down to Naruto-sama like that. They could not imagine why Naruto
hadn't eaten the man for this insult, or at least made a sacrifice of him so
that he would understand just how high above him their master was.
But, then, who were they to question master's will?
...
...
...
...they were still very sour, though. Kakashi had told them that this mission
would take about two weeks, and had furthermore told them that there was to be
no eating or fucking where anybody could see them. Which meant that they would
very quickly be getting incredibly sexually frustrated.
Already, Sakura was about ready to stab their client violently and repeatedly
until he died. The mere though of potentially having to go without "love" from
her master made the pinkette feel so incredibly angry and hostile.
And Sasuke, for his part, was being pretty short with Tazuna, too.
"Keep it down," said the Uchiha irritably to their client. "We're here to
escort you home, not be regaled with your frankly stunning" his words dripped
with sarcasm "rendition of 'Three Little Maids'."
Tazuna scowled a little, but a glare from Sasuke's sharingan quickly shut him
up.
Oh, yeah.
I didn't tell you about that, yet, did I?
Well, apparently, when Naruto took Sasuke as a sacrifice, there was more
changed than just the usual. The kyuubi chakra infused into the Uchiha's body
had apparently activated his sharingan (notably possessing an odd number of
tomoe between the two eyes) and the Uchiha flesh in Naruto's "stomach" had
likewise elicited a curious change in the blond.
Naruto looked at Sakura and Sasuke with a pair of noble gray, ripple patterned
eyes.
"Whoa," he said. "I think eating Sasuke did something to me. My chakra feels
real odd, now. Stronger. A lot stronger."
While they had not had time to do any research on those eyes of Naruto's,
Sasuke had his suspicions. When he'd asked his master if he could use
sharingan, now, after seeing those eyes, the blond had nodded thoughtfully.
His eyes had changed, then, into a kaleidoscope of red and black.
Mangekyo.
'Truly,' thought Sasuke, 'master is great beyond any other, to have awakened
those eyes simply by eating me.
He blushed, feeling a stirring in his loins at that thought.
'Oh... if only Naruto-sama were able to eat us without anyone noticing...' he
thought regretfully. But there wasn't, unfortunately. He and Sakura wouldn't be
getting any personal time with master at least until they got to Wave.
And that annoyed them.
Considerably.
But, anyways, as they walked down the road, Naruto was busying himself with
trying to figure out these new powers.
"The Uchiha clan's blood carries one half of power of the Six Paths: the eyes
of the Sage, and his chakra," Kurama explained to Naruto mentally. "The Senju
clan carries the other half: the flesh of the Sage, and his will."
'And what's that got to do with me?' Naruto asked the fox. 'I just wanna figure
out this new power of mine.'
"It has EVERYTHING to do with your new power, boy, Kurama replied. "Your new
power is those eyes, the eyes of the Sage. Rinnegan, they called it – the Eyes
of Samsara."
Naruto looked more than just a little lost at this. 'Um... And, what exactly is
this Sammy-saurus thing?'
Kurama sighed.
"Samsara. The cycle of reincarnation that you humans believe in. The rinnegan
was said to have specific powers relating to each of the stages through the
reincarnation cycle. Ningendo, Chikushodo, Shurado, Jigokudo, Gakido, Tendo.
Human, beast, asura, Naraku, the "hungry ghosts", and deva."
Naruto whistled aloud.
'Wow. That sounds... pretty damn fancy.'
"Yes, well, it IS considered the most powerful doujutsu to have ever existed.
Even I only understand a small part of its many powers... and you also possess
that mangekyo sharingan. Eternal, it would seem. But those eyes have their own
abilities..."
Kurama trailed off.
'You don't sound too happy about that.'
"I have... not had the best experience with such eyes in the past. Let's leave
it at that."
Naruto nodded softly to himself, getting the idea that this wasn't something
his tenant wanted to talk about. He looked up, now, his eyes having been
focused on his feet while holding that internal dialogue. Briefly, he rubbed
the back of his neck. The nape of it felt hot to the touch, from the sunlight
beating down on his head.
"How much longer 'til we get to Wave, Kakashi-sensei?" he inquired, squinting a
little bit as he cast his eyes curiously this way and that across the road.
"Well, it will be a couple of days more, at least," their jonin sensei replied
casually. "Presuming we don't run into any trouble, of course."
"And what are the chances of that, sensei?" inquired Sakura, joining in on the
discussion.
"Eh, well... there are a lot of factors to consider..." Kakashi drawled. "The
prevailing winds... sociopolitical status of the areas we're traveling
through... our own appearance as far as where on the scale of reward-versus-
risk we might seem to fall to your average bandit..."
"Seriously," interjected Sasuke. "What are the odds of actual combat on this
mission?"
Kakashi eye-smiled. "Less than twenty percent, with our planned route. Less
than five percent if you factor in the relatively meager pickings as far as
visible goods on our persons."
Sasuke harrumphed at this. Sakura gave a relieved smile.
Naruto narrowed his eyes, staring intently at a puddle in the road.
"What kind of terms are Konoha and Kiri on?" he asked suddenly.
Kakashi glanced curiously at the blond. He was able to make out a brief glimpse
of flashing gray, before the boy suddenly closed his eyes.
"Officially, or unofficially?" he asked, looking at the blatantly conspicuous
puddle. He had already noticed it, of course, and furthermore he recognized it
as a type of ambush technique used by certain kinds of assassination
specialists in the Hidden Mist.
The only question was, who was this ambush for? Certainly, Kakashi was not
personally on the best terms with Kiri, not after what they did to Rin... and
they probably wouldn't be too hot on him, either, after what had happened to
those elite jonin.
But then, Sasuke could also represent a potential target. As the only living
Uchiha apart from S-rank missing-nin Itachi, the boy would be at a very high
risk for kidnapping by rival programs in other villages wanting to get their
hands on the much-vaunted sharingan, one way or another.
Naruto, of course, was also at a possibly very high risk of being targeted,
depending on how much certain factions outside (or inside) of Konoha knew about
the boy's parentage, or jinchuuriki status.
Tazuna, comparatively, was largely an unknown to Kakashi. The jonin had his gut
instinct, of course, but nothing concrete. As far as he could say, while there
was a chance that Tazuna had lied, he could not as a professional accuse the
man of anything until he had actual proof.
Like, say, shinobi assassins targeting him.
"Unofficially," said Naruto after a lengthy pause of thought.
"I'd say not to expect a warm greeting," Kakashi supplied semi-cryptically.
His students seemed to get the gist of his meaning, though. Sasuke was looking
at the puddle with his sharingan active, and Sakura had a look of deep thought
on her face, brow furrowed and eyes narrowed.
"Should I take 'em out now, Kakashi-sensei?" Naruto asked in a discreet
whisper.
"...No," the man replied, recovering fairly quickly from hearing Naruto talk so
callously. "I want to see who their target is, first."
Naruto was quiet for a moment, lips pursed.
After a few seconds, he said, "It's the old guy. The drunk."
Kakashi cocked his one visible eyebrow curiously at this.
"Oh?" he whispered. "What makes you so sure?"
"I can feel it," Naruto replied softly. "They've got bad intentions, and it
feels like they're focused on the old guy."
Kakashi thought for a second. They WERE getting awfully close to the puddle
now.
"Can you retrieve them?" he asked. "Without killing them, or knocking them
unconscious. I want to interrogate them and find out for sure."
Naruto was quiet for a moment. His attention seemed to be focused inward.
After a moment, he smiled viciously.
"I can do you one better," he replied, no longer bothering to whisper.
Kakashi saw the boy's eyes change, and this time he could make it out clearly.
Purple gray eyes, concentric circles like ripples in a pond.
"Huh," the son of the White Fang muttered. "And here I always thought it was
just a myth... those eyes..."
Naruto extended his hands forward, palms flat and facing up.
'You sure this'll work, Kurama?'
"I guarantee it."
Naruto grinned.
"Good enough for me," he said. "Universal Pull!"
Instantly, two darkly garbed Kiri chuunin came flying out of the puddle. Their
eyes looked comically wide behind those otherwise menacing visors. Then, before
they could even react to this sudden spanner in the works of their plan, the
two Demon Brothers saw the face of Hell.
The rebreathers were ripped off of the pair's faces by hands of golden flame,
similar hands holding them up. They were coming from the blond kid, one of the
genin brats acting as their target's bodyguards.
They saw the... monstrous head leering up at them from behind the boy, and
whimpered.
Naruto smirked.
"Now," said the blond quietly. "We've got some questions for you guys, and I
plan to get answers, one way or another." He leered up at the writhing,
squirming, terrified men with a hungry gleam in his rinnegan eyes. "But that
all depends on if you cooperate. So, what do you say? Do you two wanna do this
the easy way...
"...or the fun way?"
Meizu and Gouzu began screaming for mercy.
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The Demon Brothers squealed like pigs. They spilled everything almost
immediately, with very little provocation.
Normally, this might have been considered a sign of poor discipline. But,
considering who they were being faced with, it was only natural. They
weren't that stupid, after all.
They were, however, quite tasty.
Tazuna stared in horrified disbelief when Naruto, who had already quite
thoroughly freaked the man out with that glowing aura, suddenly shredded the
clothes of Meizu and Gouzu, stripping the pair entirely of their equipment.
Sakura and Sasuke looked on with considerably more jealousy, obviously wishing
they were in the Demon Brothers' place.
And Kakashi, for his part, watched with a kind of detached scientific interest
in the proceedings as Naruto produced a slicing tendril of chakra to quite
effortlessly castrate the screaming, pleading assassins. Their manhoods weren't
large, perhaps, but they weren't tiny, either. They were quite average, in that
regard. Completely unremarkable.
What was, remarkable, however, was Naruto grabbing the chopped-off dicks with
chakra hands and remotely carrying them over to Sasuke.
"Hey, do you have, like, a fire jutsu that could cook those for me?" Naruto
asked the Uchiha.
"For you, master?" replied Sasuke loyally, causing Tazuna to gape in disbelief.
"Anything."
The Uchiha then formed a tiger seal, and exhaled some fire-natured chakra onto
the penis. The flame was blue, and it quickly seared the phallic flesh to an
appetizing golden brown. Then he took out what looked to be a small jar of
spices, blushing faintly as he sprinkled a bit onto the two now-cooked cocks.
Perversely, the smell of it made Tazuna's stomach grumble. But he shook his
head, reminding his stomach that this was human flesh.
"Looks delicious," Naruto said cheerfully. "Thanks, Sasuke~!"
The Uchiha smiled, blushing bright pink. He squeezed his legs together, perhaps
attempting to hide his erection.
"Would I... be able to do that to my own, too...?" the Uchiha asked shyly.
Naruto beamed. "Go right ahead!" he said. "Want me to cut it off for you?"
"If... if you would be so kind..." Sasuke replied, bashfully averting his gaze.
He undid the zipper of his trousers, letting his manhood spring out from his
boxers.
It was visibly larger than those of the Demon Brothers, though this may have
been because of the boy's considerable erection.
Whatever the case, Naruto cut it off for Sasuke, the same way he had castrated
Meizu and Gouzu. Sasuke came right as the tendril of chakra bit into his rigid
shaft, and an explosion of blood and semen erupted from the incision, a macabre
orgasm that continued right until Sasuke's own penis fell, severed, into his
awaiting hands.
"Oh, master..." the Uchiha moaned lewdly. "That feels incredible... Ohhhh,
ohhhh..."
"Can you cook it, Sasuke?" Naruto asked cheerfully, noting his former rival's
present state.
The raven haired prodigy nodded weakly, and raised his own manhood up to his
lips. Shamelessly, perversely, he kissed the tip of his own severed penis even
while he breathed the flames over it, sprinkling on the spices. It was soon
cooked, and Sasuke proudly presented his own grilled cock to his master.
Smirking, Naruto accepted the offering.
"Here," he said, tossing Sakura and Sasuke the Meizu and Gouzu's sausages. "If
I'm having Sasuke's, I think you guys can share those."
The pair blushed.
"Do you really think we're worthy, master?" Sakura asked him shyly. "To partake
in the same sustenance as you do...?"
Naruto beamed. "Of course you are!" he replied with absolute conviction.
The pinkette's cheeks flushed red, and she moaned, coming just at the thought
of her master finding her worthy. Gladly, gratefully, she and Sasuke partook in
the scraps of this latest sacrifice to their master. They lewdly savored the
taste, whimpering the praises of their Naruto-sama.
Meizu and Gouzu watched all of this in horror, as did a similarly appalled
Tazuna. But the second Naruto finished with Sasuke's roast dick (and he
certainly took his time, running his tongue over every inch of the meat,
appreciating all the subtleties of its flavor as he slowly chewed it up in his
mouth, nibbling off a little bit of the Uchiha's cock at a time) he turned his
attention back on them.
An instant later, their world became nothing but blood and pain.
Then darkness.
Kakashi, as well as Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura, turned to face Tazuna.
"Well," said the silver-haired jonin cheerfully, even as Naruto lazily wiped
the Demon Brothers' blood from his lips. "It looks like our client certainly
has some explaining to do."
"He certainly does," said Sakura, licking her lips as she looked at Sasuke, who
smiled and returned the silent expression.
"Talk," said the Uchiha, sharingan spinning, "Give us one good reason why you
shouldn't join those two in master's stomach."
Tazuna whimpered.
He really hoped they would accept his explanation.
Chapter End Notes
     A/N: So begins the Land of Waves arc, before which so many promising
     retellings of the Naruto series have been laid low, second to only
     the Chuunin Exams arc in how few fics get through it intact.
     Also, Merry Christmas to all of my readers! :D It's Christmas Eve,
     and I really hope that Red vs Blue box set gets here before we leave
     for Uncle Fred's tomorrow morning. Otherwise, I'll only have my books
     and 3DS to keep me entertained for the duration of that multi-hour
     drive.
     Updated: 12-24-23
     TTFN and R&R!
     – — ❤
***** Tazuna's Choice *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
As Tazuna finished telling his story, he couldn't help but feel a little
nervous. The memory of how that blond one had so brutally disposed of those two
ninja, as well as how his teammates had reacted to it, was still fresh in the
old, broken-down bridge builder's mind. He tried as hard as he could to appeal
to a sense of decency and goodwill that the ninja of Konoha supposedly had, but
these looked pretty much unmoved.
Even when he mentioned (somewhat reluctantly) how his pretty, young daughter
would so greatly appreciate having him back alive, and his grandson too, all he
got out of the Leaf nin was the other three giving the blond one questioning
looks. Naruto hadn't seemed to outwardly respond though.
The Kyuubi jinchuuriki scowled faintly at Tazuna when he saw that the old man's
story was finally finished. Sasuke and Sakura were all but glaring at the
obnoxious elderly drunk, too, flanking their master protectively and
reverently.
Kakashi acted more-or-less indifferent, though, only speaking up once or twice
to get confirmation on some small details or make a comment about what he
himself knew of Wave's current situation. Which wasn't much.
Tazuna gave the four shinobi a nervous smile. His body language bespoke fear
and contrition, regret over his deception and a sense of entrusting the fate of
his land on these young shoulders. He gulped weakly after several seconds of
awkward, ominous silence. Scared eyes flitted anxiously between the forms of
these four frightening people.
Especially at Naruto. He may have taken the boy for a loudmouth runt at first
glance, but by now Tazuna felt he had a pretty good grasp of just how far off
the mark that original estimation had been.
The boy was TERRIFYING.
Getting down on his knees, Tazuna clapped his hands together in front of his
face. He bowed low, a gesture of supplication and submission.
"PLEASE DON'T EAT ME!!!" he begged them anxiously.

Sakura scoffed. "Like master would eat you," she said. "You reek of cheap
booze."

"And you don't look like much either," added Sasuke haughtily, looking down on
the old man with all the smug prowess of a true blue Uchiha.
"He still lied to us though," Naruto reminded his teammates-cum-meatslaves. "If
I wasn't as awesome as I am, and if I didn't have any help from You-know-who,
somebody could've gotten real hurt you know!" He shook his head. "Who knows how
that might have ended, if we'd been another team? No harm or not, he still
pulled a foul. He still has to be punished before we can do anything else."
Tazuna whimpered, shivering with terror. He held that supplicative pose like he
was carved out of rock, and to hell with back pain.
"Oh?" said Kakashi. His visible eye crinkled with mirth as he glanced over at
Naruto. "What are you suggesting we do, then?"

Nartuo smirked, a devilish expression on his face.
"He said something about a daughter, didn't he...?"
Sakura smiled mischievously.
"Oh yes..." she murmured, "so he did..."
"And a grandson, too," added Sasuke. A modest erection was peeking out of his
unzipped, bloodied trousers, a sight from which Tazuna averted his eyes with a
reflexive grimace.
He looked up, staring sorrowfully, nervously up at Naruto. "You-you don't mean
my..." he murmured quietly.

"'Tsunami', was it?" said Naruto innocently. "That's a pretty name. I bet
she'll taste nice and savory..." He licked his lips meaningfully, humming
loudly and suggestively.

Tazuna's craggy, tanned face went deathly pale. "Y-you wouldn't..." he
stammered weakly, scarce above a whisper.

"Well, if you don't want him to take your daughter..." said Sakura slowly. "I
suppose master could always eat your grandson instead. His name was Inari,
right? I bet he'd go great with some fried tofu."
"Maybe with some sushi for master to eat off his body as an appetizer," said
Sasuke, eyes gleaming wickedly.
"Then he would be Inari-zushi, wouldn't he?" said Kakashi wryly, seeming to
take all of this in remarkably good humor.
Naruto rubbed his belly suggestively, a vulpine smirk stretched menacingly
across his face. "Both sound good," he said. "Both sound very, VERY good." He
licked his lips. "Who knows? Maybe if you can't decide which one to give me as
repayment for this trouble, then I'll have both of them instead of just one."
Tazuna gulped. He looked abjectly horrified at what Naruto was saying. He was
pale as a ghost, white as chalk, trembling and  whimpering piteously.
"No, please! Isn't there anything else I can do?" he asked, he begged.
"Anything at all...! I'll do whatever you want, as long as you don't take my
daughter or my grandson away from me...!"
"Anything?" said Naruto.

"If you're really that desperate, you could always have the Land of Wave send
him regular virgin tributes once this is done," suggested Kakashi. He sounded
like he was somewhere halfway between joking and serious. "If you're really
lucky, they may even come back in one piece."
"Although they would probably be master's slaves, in that scenario," remarked
Sasuke.
Tazuna looked between the four ninja, nervous. He was visibly nervous.
"And if I don't...?"
"We could always take you back to Konoha to explain to the old man that you
lied about the mission and what rank it was," said Naruto cheerfully, but his
voice carried an edge of steel.
"Sure, lying about that is considered a capital crime in the Leaf," Sakura
chirped. "But maybe you'll be lucky! You could always just wind up with life in
prison back in Wave. The mission would be abandoned, of course, but at least
nobody close to you would die, right?"
Tazuna paled a little. He knew that as long as Gato had Wave in a stranglehold,
none of them were guaranteed safety. Him being sent back there as a prisoner
would be as good as a death sentence -- for himself AND his country.

"That's only if you get really lucky, though," Sasuke interjected. "Most
likely... well, you know what a Capital crime means, don't you?"
Tazuna gulped. Yes he did.

"...well, let's just say that beer battered geezer would be on the menu," said
Naruto meaningfully. "I suppose you could be cooked up well enough..." He
licked his lips, showing off his distinctly large and sharp canine teeth.

Tazuna whimpered.
"Fine! You can have one...!" he finally relented. "Bring me safely to Wave",
and once the Bridge is completed you can have whatever 'payment' you want...!"
he promised desperately, rashly.

Naruto smiled. He licked his lips at the thought, and Tazuna saw a bulge grow
in the boy's trousers.

"Ooh!" squealed Sakura blushing. "Naruto-sama, are you horny~?" She giggled
cutely. "Hey, hey, now that old man Tazuna knows about us, can we have some fun
while we walk? I'm sooooo horny, master~!"

Sasuke scowled.

"Hey, I want to take care of master..." he muttered.

Naruto grinned.
"You both can!" he said. "And while we walk, too!"
Clapping his hands together, the blond enveloped his body once more with
golden, flame-like Kyuubi chakra. A blazing, phallic mass of energy extended
from his groin, massive and prehensile.
"Eeee!" squealed Sakura, giddy. Sasuke also eyed the chakra cock worshipfully,
a bit of drool coming down from his lips.
They began walking once more towards Wave, Naruto's slaves eagerly preparing
for a VERY fun walk.
"Tentacle rape no jutsu!" Naruto grunted, forming some handseals. He felt his
penis syncronizing with the chakra, the appendage of Yang energy becoming an
extension of his physical manhood. And it extended further, branching and
curling around the formation protectively.
Each of their teammates got a share of his chakra tentacles. Even Kakashi-
sensei.
"Ohh, master's tentacle rape jutsu..." Sakura purred lustfully, feeling the
tendrils of golden chakra wrap around her body. They lifted her up off the
ground, passing through her clothes like they weren't even there. She wiggled
her bum excitedly in anticipation, allowing her curves to return to the state
master had brought them to.
Clothes stretched impossibly over gigantic D-cup tits and asscheeks the size of
volley balls. Her curvaceous body wriggled obscenely at the touch of Naruto-
sama's chakra tentacles. Breasts bounced wildly as tentacles passed through her
blouse to wrap around them, and squeeze between them, and even thrust
gloriously into her nipples.
"AAAAHHHH! M~A~S~T~E~R~!" she screamed, feeling his tentacles use and abuse her
big, fat, succulent tits. One of the appendages went up to her mouth, promising
to fuck her throat raw.
She kissed the member of chakra sweetly and lewdly, touching it as easily as
any physical cock.
Sasuke, for his part, was upside down. He had each of his hands full with
large, thick tentacles, rubbing and manipulating the sensitve tactile chakra
shroud like he would master's flesh and blood manhood. He kissed and licked
them adoringly, lovingly, pleasuring his master gleefully and unashamedly.
And into his ass was thrust a massive phallus, which passed harmlessly through
his trousers but absolutely SHREDDED his rectum.
"NARUTO-SAMA~~~!" he screamed in absolute ecstasy, tentacles wrapped around his
cock and his ankles to hold him up as an absolutely enormous one was driven
down into his tight little ass like a jackhammer.

Both were Sasuke and Sakura were in heaven. They were in a state of nigh-
perpetual orgasm, raised up hight in the air for all to see as Naruto's cock-
like tentacles had their perverted, lustful way with them.

Kakashi, for his part, deigned to entertain one of Naruto's tendrils with an
electric handjob. Sparks danced across his fingers as he stroked up and down
the throbbing, pulsating mass of phallic chakra. Of course, he was just
himself, honestly. Not like he actually got a little turned on pleasuring the
boy like this, or seeing Naruto rape and/or devour their enemies.

...well, okay. Maybe a LITTLE.

Tazuna watched all of this transpire with a sense of disbelief, unable to fully
parse what he was seeing. Even the team leader was rubbing off Naruto's phallic
tendrils, pleasuring the blond monster with a lustful twinkle in his eye.
It was utterly horrifying and mindboggling. Furthermore, it made him realize
just how far out of his depth he really was.
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When Zabuza Momochi saw his mark approaching, he was left completely and
utterly flabbergasted. He couldn't believe his eyes. What he saw simply
COULDN'T really be happening. It defied all sense and reason.

While the swordsman and silent killer was a master of navigating his way
through combat blind, he still had very sharp eyes. He saw them coming from a
long way away. Yet WHAT he saw seemed to defy all rational, logical belief. How
could that even be possible? That was chakra, right? Who the hell could use
chakra like that?

He could see the Copy Ninja in the group protecting Tazuna. That was a pleasant
surprise, as he had long been aching to test his mettle against that Sharingan
Kakashi.

But what the Copy Ninja was doing completely baffled Zabuza. He simply could
not make heads or tails of it.

That's chakra, right...? he thought. Yeah, that has to be chakra. But who can
do something like that with just their chakra? And WHY would they?

He frowned, scanning his eyes over the spectacle Tazuna and his guard were
making. It looked like a jonin sensei with a genin team, which implied that the
old man had lied about the mission ranking to get a lower price.

Zabuza HATED people who did that.

But the obvious aside, the Demon of the Hidden Mist was frankly stymied by that
seeming light show. Tendrils of shining golden chakra so intense that even a
non-sensor could have felt them a mile away were wrapped through the air around
the group -- there were two dozen or so, from what he could count -- forming
what seemed like a perimeter around the group.

So Zabuza ordinarily would have been inclined to assume that it was some kind
of sensory grid or mobile defense jutsu, except that sort of work was not the
Copy Ninja's style. Kakashi Hatake was famous for using ninjutsu copied from
his enemies, but Zabuza had never heard of a technique like this... whatever it
was. Besides that, just from the sheer amount of chakra he could feel coming
from those tendrils Zabuza found it hard to swallow that even Sharingan Kakashi
had so much power in his body.

And the other reason Zabuza was hesitant to classify this as any kind of
practical ninjutsu was, well... the state of two of those genin. The closer the
group drew, the better Zabuza could see just what a COMPROMISING and
DEFENSELESS position the pink and dark-haired ones were. Almost under other
circumstances Zabuza would have classified their positions as sexual, except...

...who would do something like THAT while walking down the road? Especially
while on an escort mission?

No, Zabuza shook his head. It had to be some kind of defense, maybe a trap to
baffle potential ambushers and goad them into making a mistake.

Well, Zabuza's pride was on the line. He would not be making any such mistakes.

Seeing the group coming closer and closer, Zabuza performed a substitution with
Haku's rabbit. The sudden movement caught the attention of one of the genin -
- the blond one, who looked to be the source of those strange tendrils now that
he was close enough for Zabuza to see -- frowned momentarily, looking in the
direction of the noise, in the bushes on ground level.

Zabuza smirked.

Now's the time to strike he thought, seeing the perimeter appear to break and
falter, the two genin teammates set down. Swiftly, silently, Zabuza Momochi
drew his Executioner Blade and threw it, a perfect way to create an opening.

That was, coincidentally, also the LAST thing he ever thought, right before
feeling an incredible pain in his chest, and saw a golden tendril protruding
from a ragged, bloody hole in his vest, his heart held before his eyes as the
tentacle squeezed------

"One down," said Naruto casually, grinning. With one quick motion, the limp
body of Zabuza Momochi was dragged out of the trees to rest at his feet, eyes
still wide in shock.

Another tendril transformed into a hand, and caught the Executioner Blade by
its handle. This hand brought the weapon close to Naruto, having arrested its
flight, and held it at the ready as the blond went through handseals whispered
into his ears by Kurama.

He licked his lips, sensing something different about the remaining enemy who
was still hidden.

"One to go," he growled hungrily, eyes gleaming dangerously.

Haku was in shock.
Chapter End Notes
     A/N: Been a while since I updated this, but a couple people clearly
     wanted the continuation. :P
     Updated: 1-30-14
     TTFN and R&R!
***** Great Minds *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"I never imagined you to be the sort to take such risks as this, Hiruzen, my
old friend..."
The Third Hokage sighed, hearing the voice of a man he loved and hated like a
brother. He did not even need to turn around to identify the speaker.
"Hello, Danzo," he said, staring out the window in his office, overlooking the
village for which he had given so much. "I see you have come crawling from your
hole to pester me once again on that matter. But my answer has not changed."
Danzo's cane clicked against the tile floor of the hokage's office as he
approached his friend and rival's desk. 
"For once," said the old war hawk gruffly, "I am not here about the Uchiha.
Rather, I have recently heard some most unsettling news... It is not like you,
Hiruzen, to make such drastic and sudden changes in longstanding policy.
Particularly not where pertaining to the legality of those forbidden hiden."
Sarutobi's shoulders slumped, exhaustion seeming to immediately settle upon his
frame.
"You know?" he said.
"Of course I do," replied Danzo. "I keep my ears close to the ground. Precisely
for reasons like this."
Hiruzen turned around, finally, to face the head of a certain 'defunct' branch
of the ANBU black ops. His eyes widened infinitesimally when he saw the dark
circles visible under the man's one working eye, and how messily were wrapped
the bandages about his head. He looked distinctly bedraggled, as though he had
gotten dressed in haste.
The Sandaime saw the smallest hint of what may have been genuine concern in
Danzo's posture and expression.
"Yes..." said Sarutobi softly meaningfully. "...near even to the deepest roots
of the village...." 
Morosely, he took a slow drag of his pipe, inhaling the soothing and sweetly
pungent smoke. With a subtle movement of his free hand, Hiruzen pulled the
shades close over the window, plunging his office into a gloomy murk. 
Dark environs for dark business.
"What is your angle, Hiruzen?" said Danzo, unaffected by the sudden shift to
darkness in the office. His eye was more suited to dim dusk and twilight,
anyway. "To authorize the use of so many kinjutsu... so many unholy clan arts
which your predecessors had banned so strictly, and sealed away so
completely... What is your angle?"
"Konoha is in dire straits..." replied the Third Hokage, jaw grimly set. "If
Naruto were to..."
"Yes, Naruto..." murmured Danzo, eyeing his rival a little darkly. "He is in
contact with the kyuubi, is he not?"
Hiruzen grimaced.
"Don't try to start that old argument again, Danzo. You know perfectly well why
I did what I did."
"That doesn't mean I agree with it," Shimura said stolidly. "The boy has
cannibalized two Leaf citizens, and enslaved a third. Two of them shinobi, and
one his own teammate."
"Make that four, now..." murmured Hiruzen. "Just this morning he took Sasuke
Uchiha under his sway, also." 
Danzo's one eye narrowed. He was quiet for several long seconds, saying
nothing. 
"That... is not good," he muttered at last, looking distinctly paler. "For the
last Uchiha to be..."
"I know..." said Hiruzen. "Having him so close with Naruto was a considerable
risk to begin with, and now..."
"Now his sharingan is as good as in the hands of the kyuubi..." murmured Danzo,
fingers tightly gripping the handle of his cane.
"No," replied the Third. "Not quite... Naruto-kun has a strong will, despite
his age. His mind will not be subsumed so easily, or so quickly."
"His actions would seem to say otherwise," Danzo retorted.
"...he has his reasons, I am sure..." said Hiruzen quietly. "But still, even as
resolute as hey may be, we cannot ignore the matter at hand. There is a reason
I was opposed to training him in the use of the kyuubi's power before he was
ready. Even Kushina needed to wait several years before she was able to master
the Fox's hatred and rebuff its malicious intentions."
"Then by that logic, is there not also a high risk of the kyuubi completely
overwhelming Naruto?" responded Danzo shrewdly.
Sarutobi sighed. 
"My hopes are that it does not, but they may yet prove themselves vain," he
said grimly.
"Konoha, as it stands, does not have the manpower to fight off a bijuu at full
strength. Least of all the Nine-Tails," Danzo stated matter-of-factly. "And if
the kyuubi devours Naruto's mind, I have no doubts that the Hidden Leaf Village
will be its next target."
"Yes..." said Hiruzen slowly. "I know. I know this better than anyone."
"That's why, isn't it?" said Danzo shrewdly, eyeing his old friend. "Why you
are doing all of this..."
The Third looked guiltily at a small, nondescript phial on his desktop. Its
sides were transparent, but he knew that within lay a bubbling, golden
ambrosia.
"...yes," he said. "Permitting the use of those kinjutsu, those abhorrent
hiden... that is all to bolster the strength of our village in its time of
need. The children are our future."
"You hope that the clans will empower their most talented youths with those
unholy rituals and pacts, don't you? All so they become strong enough to act as
a counterbalance against Naruto and the kyuubi... and his teammates... should
the worst come to pass."
"Yes," said Hiruzen. "And no. They will become strong, certainly, maybe strong
enough even to fight Naruto in the event that he should lose himself to the
Nine-Tails completely... but even with those techniques at their disposal once
more, it will take time to cultivate such ability."
"Time that the village may not necessarily have," Danzo guessed. "But are you
so certain of this, Hiruzen...? I fear you may not appreciate fully the
terrible potential that you have unleashed... Using the deaths of the many to
fuel the growth of a chosen, elite few. 'The weak are meat; the strong eat.'
Many clans have kinjutsu which exemplify such sacrificial ways of thinking."
"Yet we also cannot afford to lose too much manpower," responded Hiruzen.
"Maybe, by consolidating half the collective power of the Hidden Leaf Village
into a few talented youths, we could create soldiers strong enough to rebuff
even a fully unleashed kyuubi, but those few would only be able to take so many
missions at a time, whereas the many and mediocre could take many more
missions, if ones of lesser rank. We must think of the long term, also, Danzo."
The head of Root glanced conspicuously at the incospicuous phial on his old
rival's desk.
"...that's why you procured that, isn't it...?" he muttered. "For a
more... immediate... solution to our little problem."
"You know what this is," said Hiruzen quietly, evenly. "Don't you?"
"The medicine your pupil so dearly tried to recreate..." breathed Danzo. "That
legendary elixir of life... it was in Enma's keeping, wasn't it?"
Hiruzen nodded. "Strongest beneath heaven, unbreakable and cunning, a trickster
without peer... he who stole immortality from the gods, in the myths of old..."
He sighed, looking and sounding exceedingly weary. "I had hoped I should never
have to use this..." he murmured. "My life has been long enough as it is. Were
it my choice, I would gladly go in peace to the beyond."
"But it is not your choice," observed Danzo. "Your life is not yours alone."
"Yes," said Hiruzen. "I belong to Konoha, to the Hidden Leaf. And the village
still needs me."
"It needs the God of Shinobi," retorted Danzo. "Are you sure that you still
have the strength in those old bones...?"
"I will," said Hiruzen. "With this, the Monkey King's secret medicine, the God
of Shinobi will be born anew."
"Hmph. If that concoction is half as potent as legends say, then the God of
Shinobi won't just be reborn... he will become something like a REAL god. A
true apotheosis."
"Immortality," sighed Hiruzen longsufferingly. "How loathsome, that I should
stoop to this. To defy the natural order is a terrible crime... but as Hokage
it is my duty to bear the darkness of this village as much as the light."
"As long as Konoha needs you, huh...?" murmured Danzo. He harrumphed. "With the
state of these younger generations, that may be a very long time."
"Yes," said Hiruzen morosely. "Orochimaru... Minato... Sakumo... Those who had
the potential to exceed me have all passed away, or else turned aside from the
right path. The only one now left who might yet surpass me, given enough time,
is also the one at rsk of being lost forever to the Nine-Tails."
Danzo hummed thoughtfully. "You have much faith in that Uzumaki boy..." he
mused.
"He is his father's son," said Hiruzen. "And his mother's also. I see in him a
seed of greatness to outdo even the First... and even myself, who once was
called the strongest of the hokage..."
"Some still call you that," Danzo remarked.
"Even now?" said Hiruzen, mildly surprised. He shook his head, exhaling
wistfully. "Ah, if only that were true..."
"But when you drink that..."
"Yes," murmured the Third. "I will regain that which my body has lost over so
many long years of wear and tear."
"And Naruto?" 
"I can only hope that his situation merits no more than this... no more than
preparations for the worst case scenario." He grabbed the phial, and drank.
Danzo watched him.
"You can hope," he said.
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In the Inuzuka compound, Kiba Inuzuka, twelve-and-a-half years old, was lying
down on a table, naked. A modestly-sized erection stood up proudly from his
pelvis, a boner which his blushing sister reluctantly stoked with hesitant
kisses and nibbles and licks. 
Hana, like her brother, was completely in the nude. Her breasts, goodly sized
and shapely, ovoid and sumptuous, dangled pendulously from her torso. He
posterior, generous and round, was thrust out behind her. Kiba's partner,
Akamaru, was growling and humping Hana, his fur red as the ninja hound thrust a
deceptively large dick into the sexy vet's vagina. 
"Is... this really necessary...?" Hana asked her mother, sweaty and grunting
from the feeling of her brother's partner fucking her quite literally doggy-
style. 
Tsume, as naked as her son and her daughter, with a muscular body yet laden
with fairly generous curves, was stroking off her own partner, Kuromaru, with
one hand while providing hand-and-footjobs to Hana's Haimaru triplets. She had
a lewd, viciously horny expression on her face, and her cunt was soaking wet.
"Of course it is," she told her daughter. "If we want this ritual to work, then
Kiba needs to be injected with a precise mixture of fluids including (but not
limited to) canine semen, Inuzuka blood, and breastmilk. Otherwise, nothing
will happen when we feed him those tired old geezers."
"Okay..." said Hana, sighing. "...but why do I have to do him as well?"
Tsume shrugged nonchalantly, licking her lips as the sight of semen spurting
from one of the Haimaru's dicks.
"Brother sister incest is hot," was her crass and shameless reply.
Hana huffed.
"So immature..." she muttered. "This had better work."
"Mah, don't worry," said Tsume. "It will. Once Kiba puts down and chows down
those crippled old vets, he'll transform into one of THOSE... and then he'll be
able to turn you and me."
Hana grimaced.
"Um, yeah, but... if I understand the ritual right," she mumbled, "won't that
make us his... well... er... bitches?"
"Oh, so maybe it's not a perfect plan," said Tsume dismissively. "But
like hell am I gonna let that Uzumaki punk show up the Inuzuka clan!"
Hana sighed, shaking her head. Resignedly, she probed the slit of her brother's
head with the tip of her tongue.
"You and your damn pride..." she muttered irritably, right before Kiba busted a
nut all over her face. 
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"Forbidden Art: Parasite Puppetry," said Shibi Aburame, forming one final
handseal. The hermetic array on which his son was lying naked let out an
intense flash of light, briefly illuminating the dark and sterile subterranean
chamber, before promptly dissipating.
The kikaichu queen which had rested up until that point in the palm of his
wife's hand, dormant, now stirred, awakening.
A buzz ran through the Aburame compound like ripples through the surface of a
pond. Every kikai bug in every Aburame reacted at once to the consciousness of
the queen. And the mother of all kikaichu took wing, flying from the clan
head's wife's hand to the erect, slightly-smaller-than-average manhood of Shino
Aburame. It burrowed at once into the boy's penile flesh, which grew swiftly in
response, doubling in length and girth with frightful immediacy. 
Shibi saw his son's erection, and just barely smiled.
"Attend to him, dear," he instructed his wife. "The final step is at hand...
once Shino ejaculates into you, the ritual will be complete. The power and
experience of the entire Aburame clan will be concentrated and consolidated
into the body of our son.'
"Yes," said his wife serenely. "We will become just like our allies, the
kikaichu. We will be freed of this woeful individuality... a true hivemind will
be born for the first time in generations."
"And our son will be its king," said Shibi determinedly.
"The true power of this clan has lain dormant for far too long..." droned Shino
lowly, stirring. "Come, mother. The queen yearns. We must sate her lust... and
my own."
"But of course, son," his mother murmured softly, nodding her understanding.
"Only then will the full potential of our insect pact be unleashed."
Standing up, she let her kimono fall to the floor, baring a slender, pale body.
Her figure was pockmarked with the burrows of kikaichu, innumerable minuscule
holes gnawed into every part of her fair, womanly body. 
She walked over to Shino, lustfully sashaying her hips. With no compunctions or
regrets, she impaled herself lewdly and promptly on her son's engorged and
colonized manhood.
The individuality of the Aburame clan died. Shino was the only survivor.
He was now their king.
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Choji looked appreciatively over the vast, cornucopious spread of meat over
which his mother had labored so attentively for so long. Every conceivable cut
of flesh was there, prepared in every way you could imagine. Grilled, baked,
roasted, fried, boiled, barbecued, basted and pan seared. And every portion was
complimented perfectly by its side dishes, adorned and garnished with every
kind of vegetable and dressing, cooked to mouthwatering perfection.
It was also, it should be noted, all human meat. A carnal, cannibal buffet. 
Choji glanced longingly over thinly sliced and braised buttocks, fatty fried
breasts, chopped and roasted phalluses, grilled cunts and boiled testicles, as
well as everything else you could possibly cook from mammalian organs and
muscles. Even the marrow from the bones had been painstaking extracted and
included in the dishes. 
He licked his lips, feeling absently embarrassed by his own nudity, and by the
erection which protruded cockily and inch or two below his rotund belly. He
wasn't sure whether it made him feel hornier or hungrier, to know that all of
this meat had not even a day ago been living, breathing human beings like
himself.
"...and ALL of this... is for me?" Choji asked his father wonderingly, the man
having done most of the actual cooking himself once the boy's own mother had
put herself on the spit to roast.
Choza nodded, smiling proudly at the gleeful expression on his son's face.
"Savor it, Choji," he told him. "Not only our fellow clansmen, but many nice
and lovely civilians also all gave up their lives so you could have this meal.
Do not waste a single bite of it, or you will dishonor them all."
"I won't, dad..." said Choji, drooling a little. "Mmm, it smells so
delicious..." 
Aroused in both appetites, the young Akimichi began to masturbate as he ogled
the countless cuts of human flesh, observing presentations both innocuous and
obscene.
"That, is the smell of the Akimichi's future, son," said Choza. "And yours,
too. Eat up. Grow big and strong on the flesh of your family and fellow
villagers. Their hopes, their dreams will live on through you. Carry them
proudly, Choji, as the future head of this clan!"
Choji nodded in understanding. Even as he continued to masturbate, he began his
feast.
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Shikamaru watched resignedly as several of his former clanmembers were drawn
down bodily into the shadow which stretched across the floor. Like quicksand
his shadow was swallowing them up, slowly but surely. 
They were smiling at him. They were all naked, all horny, and all engaged in
furious sexual congress as he "ate" them with his shadow.
He watched also as the several angry, hogtied mercenaries and ronin his family
had "hired" for a special "mission" were drawn down, seemingly into the floor,
along with those clanmembers who had stepped forward and offered themselves to
be sacrificed to the clan head's son.
"The minds and shadows of my flesh and blood, huh..." murmured Shikamaru,
watching as his father eagerly fucked some of the younger and prettier members
of the Nara clan. He too was naked, and sinking slowly but inescapably into his
son's outstretched shadow. "...and the expendable bodies of hired swords,
too..."
Shikamaru was naked. Half in spite of himself, he had a considerable erection.
Morbidly, he found himself greatly enjoying what was happening. He was getting
shamefully aroused as these dozens of people sank into his shadow, being slowly
swallowed up by an endless darkness.
Fortunately his mother, Yoshino, was kneeling down on the floor before him,
situated safely between the 'legs' of her son's shadow. Her cheeks puffed out
obscenely as she sucked on Shikamaru's cock, pleasuring her own son so lewdly
and shamelessly whilst also wiggling and shaking her generous MILF booty for
the viewing pleasure of those about to die, letting them go out on a high
note besides the obvious.
"It's for your own good, Shikamaru..." grunted the genin's father as he
vigorously banged the ass of a cute, fourteen year old clansman. "The hokage
has finally lifted the ban on these kinjutsu... we can't let the other clans
outstrip us. We need you to have every edge we can give you."
"Warriors of shadow..." murmured Yoshino, her cheeks beet red and her pussy
soaking wet. "...the minds and experience of so many Nara..." she continued,
her bountiful ass shaking like jelly. "These will serve you well, my son."
Shikamaru sighed.
"What a drag..." he muttered. "So much for an average, unremarkable career."
===============================================================================
Ino's pussy was stretched out and distended. Her hips and pelvis were reddened
and covered with ugly, splotchy bruises. Semen and feminine juices covered her
thighs and her belly and every inch of her groin. Her breasts were red, puffy,
and swollen. Her eyes were strangely dull and unfocused.
The bodies of countless Yamanaka clansmen and women lay motionless, comatose on
the floor all around Ino. IVs connected her to an external chakra tank, and
complext medical equipment beeped and whirred as it observed her brainwaves and
vitals.
"Her brainwaves are nearing singularity," said Inoichi to his wife, glancing
stoically over the monitors and graphs. "A couple more, and she will have
achieved full transsentience."
His wife didn't reply verbally. She was too busy sucking him off, keeping him
good and erect.
So she just nodded a little.
"Don't worry, sweetie," said Inoichi, glancing now over at his daughter. "Once
this is all over, you'll understand why we had to do this." He smiled wryly.
"Hell, I daresay you'll understand damn near EVERYTHING... although it's
doubtful you'll remember how to say as much to us mere mortals..."
Another minor member of the Yamanaka clan, a female, stepped forward into the
room.
"I'm here for assimilation," was all she said.
Inoichi grinned, casually leering at the young woman's naked body. 
"You know what to do," he told her. "Make Ino come, and make sure you're
looking her straight in the eyes when she does."
The girl nodded, and proceeded to do exactly as instructed. She fondled Ino's
breasts, fingered her pussy, stroking her thighs and her underarms all while
looking straight into the clan head's daughter's eyes.
When Ino came, the woman promptly seized up, before going limp. She collapsed,
falling to the floor in a boneless heap among the bodies of her fellow
clansmen, braindead and soulless but not strictly physically deceased.
"Well," said Inoichi, looking over the displays of the monitors. "Looks like my
little girl just needs one more mind to push her over the horizon."
He grunted, allowing himself to come one last time into his wife's mouth.
"You'll be doing it, won't you?" she said, removing her mouth reluctantly from
her husband's cock.
"I will," he answered. "Ino will achieve a power that hasn't been seen for over
a century, and all thanks to her daddy."
His wife shook her head.
"You just want to come in her pussy before you die, don't you?"
Inoichi laughed. "Is that such a crime?" he said wryly.
"Probably," said his wife with a smile. She gave him one final kiss. "Goodbye,
honey. I'll miss you."
Inoichi returned the kiss, before turning and walking over to his daughter. 
"It's for the greater good," he said before driving his manhood clear into
Ino's sore, abused cunt.
It was tighter than he would have expected.
Chapter End Notes
     A/N: The Hyuuga and Uchiha were the only prominent clans in the Leaf
     for which I could conceive no analogue to Naruto's kyuubi-enabled
     cannibalism boosting. Many of which happen to involve some kind of
     cannibalism or another. XP
     I like having fun with the presented abilities of guys like the
     Yamanaka and the Akimichi and figuring out thematically appropriate
     power ups and abilities for them. :D
     Also, no Naruto this chapter, but this should alleviate worries that
     our favorite feisty jinchuuriki won't face some stiff competition
     later on as things develop. :)
     Updated: 2-1-14
     TTFN and R&R!
     – — ❤
***** Inari's Blessing *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Naruto Uzumaki had a feral, vicious grin on his face as he beheld the corse of
this Kirigakure mercenary. He didn't know, or care, who the man had been in
life. All he knew, or cared, was that with that body and those muscles, he
would make a truly filling meal.
He licked his lips, getting a little hard just thinking about how he would
devour this poor, unfortunate bastard. And that sword would make a very nice
trophy.
He shook his head, though, eventually turning his attention to the distance.
His chakra told him the fear and horror in this person's heart, and he also
felt the ache of a lost love. Something about this person felt different, yet
also... enticing. This person intrigued him deeply.
He didn't know what it was about them that he felt, but he wanted them. Badly.
"Heh... don't think you can get away that easily, cutie..." Naruto murmured,
very much liking the feel of this person's chakra. He formed a handseal,
focusing his chakra (which he found was becoming more and more like
Kurama's...).
In a blur of motion and a flash of golden orange, Naruto vanished. A small
crater was left from the kick off of his kyuubi-boosted shunshin.
W-wow... thought Kakashi, his visible eye widening minutely. F-fast... he
really does take after Minato-sensei a lot, too...
Sasuke and Sakura simply pouted, a little upset at being left behind by master.
"I hope Naruto-sama comes back soon..." mumbled Sasuke dolefully.
Sakura nodded. "I miss him already..." she said, whining a little.
Then the two of them glanced down at Zabuza.
They looked at one another, and an unspoken agreement passed between them.
"I'll start the cooking fire if you strip him down," said Sasuke, grinning at
the pinkette.
"Sure," said Sakura brightly. "And I'll give them to Naruto-sama as an offering
from the two of us!"
"Perfect," said Sasuke, dark eyes twinkling. "Now how do you think we should
cook him?"
Sakura hummed thoughtfully. "Hmm..." she thought. "That depends. What do you
think would be fastest?"
Sasuke grinned, his eyes shifting into a starry kaleidoscope of red and black.
"With these eyes?" he said. "My Amaterasu could cook him whole in less than ten
minutes."
Sakura licked her lips, eyes starry and mouth watering. "Oooh, that does sound
delicious..." she mused. "Master will be so proud of us!"
"He will indeed," purred Sasuke, blushing girlishly. "So how do you think we
should cook him?"
"Well, if it doesn't take too long, I'd be partial to a spit roast..." said
Sakura.
"Mm-mmm," hummed Sasuke, licking his lips. "Should we tie him up? Or stick him
through?
"The fun one, of course~" cooed Sakura, moving to begin stripping the former
Hidden Mist jonin of his clothes, weapons, and valuables.
Sasuke smirked.
"Sticking him through it is, then," he concluded cheerfully.
===============================================================================
It took Naruto mere seconds to catch up with that hunter nin imposter. Subduing
them was only marginally more difficult.
"Ah!" Naruto's target shouted, voice decidedly girlish, when she saw the
glowing blonde suddenly appear in front of her. She was flying through the air,
mid-leap, when the boy suddenly appeared on the branch right where she would
have landed.
Zabuza's Executioner Blade was glued to his back by chakra, handle retracted.
There was a cocky grin on this monstrous blond's face, and he leered
appreciatively at the slight bulge of modest breasts, and the subtle curve of
young womanly hips.
"So you're a girl, huh?" said the blond, licking his lips as he ogled the
slender shinobi. "Heh, you smell pretty tasty..."
She shied away from him, flinching as she landed. Anxiously, she tried to jump
away, but Naruto wouldn't let her flee so easily. A hand of golden flaming
chakra erupted from his flanks, shooting out to grab the escaping ninja's
ankle.
She let out a shrill "Kyaaa!" in response, seizing up at the feeling of his
grip on her. She was in mid air, unable to escape. Naruto yanked her back
bodily, reaching out an arm to clothes line her. Her soft chest impacted
harshly with his hard, deceptively powerful arm, and she crumpled up, winded
and dazed.
"N-no..." she whimpered, trying futilely to escape as Naruto clutched her
tight. But the blond wasn't letting go. His grip on her slender, tasty-smelling
body did not loosen no matter how she might have pleaded or struggled.
He jumped down to ground level, the branches flying past him for a second or
two before he hit the dirt, landing squarely on his feet without any issue
whatsoever. He set the still squirming and wriggling "hunter nin" down, leering
at her figure with a bit of drool trickling from his tanned lips. He saw the
subtle curves of the lithely feminine body beneath that dark green kimono.
He licked his lips again, salivating heavily.
"Mm-mmm," he hummed appreciatively, raking his eyes hungrily up and down Haku's
figure. "Damn, neesan, you look good enough to eat."
He raised a hand up. The chakra shroud honed itself at the fingers, sharpening
into an edge as keen as any katana. With two short, nigh instant swings of
those kyuubi chakra claws he slashed this person's clothes into ribbons, baring
their naked body.
Haku let out a shrill, mortified wail as the air met her skin. The tatters of
her clothes drifted around her in the wind, wafting away from her. Even the
mask she had been wearing was completely cracked, exposing a lovely face,
filled with humiliation and fright as it was.
Slim, deceptively toned pale arms moved swiftly in an instinctive attempt to
cover up her nakedness. She was blushing deeply red, and this scarlet hue
spread swiftly across Haku's body. She tried in vain to hide her shame,
pressing an arm over her modest B-cup breasts to cover up the nipples, and
moving her free hand to her crotch.
Or, rather... was it hir crotch?
Naruto's eyebrows rose up into his hairline at what he saw down below this
apparent Kiri-nin's belt. Oh, there was certainly the expected slit of a cute,
fuckable pussy, but above that was something that made his jaw drop.
"Whoa..." said the blond slowly, his mouth watering visibly. "Those tits of
yours are cute... that ass looks good and chewy, too... and your pussy is
definitely nice and juice... but, WHOA."
He shook his head, licking his lips and getting extremely hard, gleefully
fantasizing about how this person would taste.
"...but I gotta say..." he continued, "...that dick of yours really stands out
the most."
Haku blushed redder than anything, cheeks fiercely erubescent. She tried in
vain to cover the large erection which stood up so perversely above her
womanhood, but she could not. It was simply too big to conceal with a single
hand, and there was no hiding how much it protruded.
"Fu-futa...nari..." whispered this person quietly. "Do you see, now? This is...
who I am. Haku Yuki... this is the curse of my clan. Neither man nor woman...
go ahead...!" she snarled, resigned to her fate but still quietly defiant.
"Curse at me! Insult me! Call me a freak!"
Naruto blinked, staring at her weirdly.
"Haku-chan?" he said. "That's a pretty name. It's perfect, for a pretty girl
like you!"
Tears glistened in Haku's eyes. She clenched her fists weakly.
"You... are you mocking me?" she asked, her voice hoarse. "I just told you. I
am no girl! Can't you see...?"
"Your penis?" said Naruto bluntly. "It looks pretty damn delicious, actually!"
Haku's eyes widened, and she blushed furiously. She looked downright
scandalized. She sputtered impotently trying to respond to that, but Naruto
continued.
"And besides," he said. "Maybe you have a dick. But your face is cute like a
girl's, plus you have boobs and even a pussy. That's like three to one in favor
of you being a girl. So you're a girl."
Haku gaped at him disbelievingly. Her mouth worked itself wordless open and
closed like a goldfish, eyes wide and cheeks fluorescent pink.
She grit her teeth, then, narrowing her eyes.
"Don't... don't toy with me...!" she hissed. "What are you waiting for?! You
already killed my master...!" She laid her arms out at her sides, shamefully
baring the full nakedness of that sexy little futa body to her sunny-haired
captor. "Just hurry up and finish me off! It's not like I have any reason left
to live... I don't need you messing with my head! I already know I'm a freak I
am!"
Naruto stared at her curiously, silent for several painfully long seconds. At
last, he finally spoke, saying, "I don't get it. What's so freaky about you?"
"A...are you blind?!" Haku hissed, tears building up in her eyes. "Look at me!
Look at this disgusting, unnatural body!"
She pointed to her smallish perky breasts, slim hips, softly toned thighs,
lewdly juicy cunt, and mightily throbbing cock.
"What am I?" she asked him rhetorically. "A man? A woman? No!" she yelled,
answering her own question. "I'm neither. I'm nothing! I'm just a disgusting
freak! I don't belong anywhere!"
She broke down completely into tears now.
"Zabuza-sama..." she continued. "He was the only one... the only one to
ever..." She sobbed. "...but he's gone... now... now I'm just a freak..."
"No," said Naruto, causing Haku's eyes to widen with the force of that single
word. "You are not a freak. I don't know who told you that, but they were a
goddamn liar." He smiled at her, warmly. "I think your body is beautiful, just
the way it is."
Haku blushed deeply for a moment at this flattery. But then her demeanor
hardened.
"No..." she murmured lowly. "Don't try to seduce me with that silver tongue of
yours... I see the fork in it well enough! You killed my master! Do you think I
can forget that so easily...?!"
Naruto shook his head. His eyes changed, going from blue to gray, and they were
strangely patterned in a way Haku could not remember ever hearing of.
"Yeah. Maybe I did kill him..." he said slowly. "...but that doesn't mean he
has to STAY dead. With these eyes... and this chakra..." His golden aura flared
brightly, filling Haku's body with a startling warmth. "...death is just an
inconvenience."
"Y...you..." Haku whimpered. Her eyes were wide, and she was trembling. "Who...
ARE you...?"
Naruto gave her a bright, winning smile.
"The name's Naruto Uzumaki, ninja of the Hidden Leaf Village!" he said
confidently, brashly. "And I'm gonna be Hokage!"
Haku blushed in spite of herself.
"Can... can you really bring my master back...?" she asked him, almost afraid
to hope.
"Hell yeah, I can! Even if his body was reduced to ashes!" the blond boasted.
Haku smiled softly.
"And... do you really think my body is... beautiful...? That I am... sexually
desirable...?"
Naruto grinned broadly. He leered at Haku's body like a hungry predator.
"Oh, FUCK yeah," he growled huskily. "I could do you all night six ways to
Sunday, baby. You look absolutely delicious."
Haku blushed deeper, smiling a little.
"So..." she said slowly, quietly. "If... say, if i promised to give this body
to you... to offer myself up to your wickedest carnal desires... would you
bring my master back...? Would you trade his resurrection for my vow of
complete and utter servitude?" she asked him. Her chest was rising and falling
with heavy breaths, her eyes smouldering intensely.
"You'd do whatever I wanted?" Naruto asked her. "Anything at all?"
"Anything," said Haku firmly. "I would slit my own throat and hang myself nude
from the gibbet, if you found it amusing." She spoke with total sincerity. "So
long as you bring my master back, I will give you everything that I am. Mind,
body, and soul."
Naruto laughed.
"I like you, Haku-chan!" he said, chortling boisterously. "Sure! I'll bring
that Zabuza back. But once I do, you're mine. I don't go back on my word, and
neither should you.
"You can trust me," said Haku. "I will not." She shivered a little, her dick
twitching and her pussy visibly moistening. "...Whatever you want of me, you
shall have... Naruto-kun..."
The blonde grinned, leering at her hungrily.
"I'm counting on it," he said.
Chapter End Notes
     A/N: This chapter's on the shorter side, but eh. I figured I should
     update it around now, and what I had ended on a good enough point.
     And, yes, Haku is officially a hermaphrodite for the purposes of
     this. For that one guy who kept asking to make Sasuke a shemale. :P
     Also, this chapter title is probably a little deceptive, ne? XD
     Updated: 2-9-14
     TTFN and R&R!
     – — ❤
***** Some Things You Have to Do Yourself *****
Chapter Notes
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It was with a greenish hue in his cheeks that Tazuna watched the two young
genin go about their business, impaling the corpse of that Mist ninja on a
long, wooden spit, suspending the body above a makeshift cooking fire. It was a
gruesome affair to watch.
He winced in sympathy pains when the pinkette took the pointed tip of a sturdy
oak shaft to the corpse's rectum, spreading toned buttocks with a perverse
delight as she drove the implement remorselessly up the poor bastard's asshole.
Then she suspended this on a simple rig above the cooking pit Sasuke had made.
She had already stripped the dead man of all clothes and belongings, leaving
him stark naked.
Tazuna had felt more than a little inadequate, following the sight of Zabuza's
dong.
The swordsman had clearly been compensating for nothing.
Flames ebon black sprang to life within the makeshift firepit, rocks of varying
sizes demarcating its range. The fire was lit with just a glance from the
Uchiha boy, flames hotter by far than even Tazuna's best arcwelder licking at
branches and kindling which the boy had scavenged from the nearby woods. The
bridge builder had to step back and shield his face, feeling the scorching heat
on his skin even from that distance.
I think I might be in over my head... Tazuna mused ruefully in his own head,
watching with a grimace as Sasuke and Sakura began to rotate Zabuza's body over
the fire. He was spitted in through his ass and out through his mouth, and
already one could smell his flesh cooking.
Tazuna averted his eyes, seeing the two genin begin to strip.
"Ah... I hope that Naruto gets back soon..." he muttered, half unable to
believe what he was saying. Were these people really creeping him out so much
that he would really prefer that blond beast over them?
Out of the corner of his eye, Tazuna saw Sakura lewdly applying a large
quantity of butter (where did she get that?) and spices to her enormous
breasts, rubbing the fatty dairy product into her soft, supple milk jugs. The
creamy, pale flesh of her tits enveloped the pinkette's fingers as she rubbed
the mixture all over them, thoroughly laving and seasoning her bosom with the
butter and spices.
Then she walked calmly into the cooking fire, and laid her breasts on Zabuza's
slowly rotating form. She began rubbing her large boobs up and down the Kiri
rogue's roasting carcass, her bosoms sizzling and popping, cooking along with
Zabuza.
And Sasuke walked into the fire after Sakura, before kneeling down and raising
his hands to those most ample, fatty buttocks. Spreading them lewdly apart,
Sasuke bared Sakura's tight little anus to the world, before mashing his face
into her ass and proceeding to french kiss it.
Tazuna paled, watching aghast as those two so nonchalantly burned themselves up
and cooked their own bodies, just to season the roasting Zabuza.
Yes, he decided with a shiver. They really were.
Kakashi amused himself as the Demon of the Mist roasted along with Sasuke and
Sakura, who were somehow maintaining their consciousness even as the flames
licked up and down their bodies, searing and browning their naked skin. His
headband was pushed up to let Obito's sharingan observe the proceedings,
curiously storing away everything he was seeing for later analysis.
Aside from Sasuke's round, firm buttocks swelling a little and glistening with
the boy's juices as he cooked, mouth-fucking Sakura's ass with his tongue, and
bubbling fluid leaking out of the pinkettes big damn tits as they fried whilst
buttering Zabuza, Kakashi found the flames themselves quite interesting.
Amaterasu, Sasuke had called it. Allegedly, it was the greatest and most
terrible katon jutsu in the repertoire of the Uchiha clan – maybe even the most
powerful in the entire world.
And it WAS certainly quite the impressive technique. Kakashi doubted very much
that even he himself could pull off such an obviously high-level ninjutsu, let
alone as nonchalantly as Sasuke had.
But still, he found himself doubted the accuracy of some of the claims
attributed to this jutsu. For one thing, if those flames were actually as hot
as the sun, then he and Tazuna and all the forest around them would have
spontaneously combusted from the thermal energy being released, and even the
ground beneath their feet would have sublimated explosively, rock and flesh
alike vaporizing from the sheer unimaginable temperatures. You wouldn't cook
anything with fire that hot unless you were hankering for a steaming bowl of
superheated plasma.
Though it was still quite obviously very hot, judging by how quickly the rogue
Mist ninja and those two students of his were cooking...
Idly, Kakashi's non-sharingan eye went over to Zabuza's thick, roasting member.
It stood tall and proud, rigid in death, looking honestly delicious between
Sakura's mammaries as she buttered it up. And the girl was also wiggling those
big, juicy hips very enticingly, cooing and moaning shamelessly loud as
Sasuke's tongue plumbed the depths of her anus.
The Copy Ninja felt an unmistakable tightness in his trousers, watching Sakura
cook along with Zabuza, using her own fatty bosom to enrich the Mist ninja's
flavor. He also saw Sasuke's dick, smaller by a fair deal than Zabuza's (though
no slouch in its own right) twinge and throb in the depths of those black
flames, appearing to actually be alight.
All while the boy continued to kiss his pink-haired sempai's ass, lewdly
rimming her. He made her blush and squeal in pleasure.
"Good Sasuke," said Sakura. "Oh, yes, that feels so... ahhn...❤"
She moaned, shivering in orgasm. Womanly juices splattered her thighs, only to
be almost immediately cooked into the plump, supple flesh.
"Clean me up, Sasuke..." Sakura moaned. "Yes, make me nice and spotless down
there!" She threw her head, mashing her breasts passionately against Zabuza's
tenderizing flesh. "Clean me up good enough, and maybe I'll even let you stick
that cute little dick of yours inside me!"
Sasuke grunted, and become that much more intense in his anilingus.
Sakura purred.
"Good, GOOD boy~!" she squealed. "Yes, just like that! Mmm, you want to fuck me
real bad, don't you?" she teased him, lewdly grinding her obscenely large
posterior against his face. "You think master will like that? Coming here to
see the two of us fucking while we cook..." She moaned. "Ohhh, I bet that would
make master so horny... and so hungry, too..."
"Especially when he sees those fat tits of yours all buttered and spiced," said
Sasuke wryly.
"Mmm, oh yesssss" Sakura purred, a dreamlike expression on her face. "How hard
do you think master will rape us while he's eating?
"So fucking hard," grunted Sasuke, nearly coming at the thought. His dick was
totally erect and throbbing massively, still quite visibly aflame.
Kakashi chuckled, watching and listening with a slowly growing erection.
"Hopefully you two aren't jumping the gun," he commented lackadaisically. "If
Naruto isn't happy with you two cooking that man without him... well, I think
he might just eat you two up for GOOD, no coming back."
Sakura's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. Her mouth opened into an
enormous, gleeful smile.
"Do you really think so?!" she squealed looking and sounding perversely
delighted.
"OH GOD I HOPE SO!" cried Sasuke in reply, coming explosively into the flames
just at the thought.
Kakashi sweatdropped, seeing that his comment apparently had the OPPOSITE of
the desired effect.
"Hmm, what strange students I have," mused the silver-haired jonin with an
amused lilt to his voice. "Eh, Tazuna?"
He looked askance at the elderly bridge builder. Then he sweatdropped slightly,
seeing how the old man looked torn between lecherously ogling Sakura's naked,
voluptuous body or violently vomiting up his own lungs.
"Ah..." said Kakashi. "I guess you're a little too busy to answer, at the
moment..."
He shrugged, dismissive. Then he turned his attention back to Sasuke and
Sakura. The former had now hopped up and mounted the latter, riding the
pinkette's most generous bubble butt as their bodies cooked to perfection in
the flames of Amaterasu.
Kakashi watched, feeling his pants get tighter in the crotch. Sasuke's tight,
round ass went up and down, back and forth as he rocked his hips against
Sakura's posterior. He fucked her fervently (if also a little clumsily) driving
his manhood hungrily in and out of his teammate's anus. Sakura's large, doughy
buttocks rolled and shook with the motions of their bodies, arousing Kakashi as
he observed the two, and her breasts were jiggling like jelly as she rubbed
them up and down on Zabuza's cock, buttering it heavily.
Heh... So much for Icha Icha, eh? mused the Copy Ninja silently to himself. No
matter how he looked at it, this whole spectacle was just unbelievably erotic.
Between the sex of his students and the smell of their roasting flesh, Kakashi
had half a mind to abandon all sense of protocol and either join in the roast
or sample some of that deliciously fragrant meat.
But he didn't, because he had his responsibilities as team leader.
Somebody had to stay prepared in case another enemy attacked them while they
were waiting for Naruto. It was unlikely, sure, but better safe than sorry.
"Hey guys, what's up?"
Kakashi blinked, swiveling his head immediately to glance over at his blond
student.
Ah.
Well, speak of the devil.
"Hello, Naruto," said Kakashi, eye-smiling at the boy who was quickly becoming
his favorite student, if only for how interesting things had gotten because of
him. "Who's that?" he inquired, pointing at the naked (and decidedly
attractive) hermaphrodite who was standing behind the blond.
Naruto grinned.
"Oh, this is Haku," he said, as if it were no big deal. "She's gonna be joining
us."
For her part, Haku seemed to be preoccupied, staring aghast at the spectacle of
Sasuke, Sakura, and her master all roasting nude and lewd. She was deathly
silent for a few seconds, already alabaster skin somehow paling even further.
Her eyes were as wide and round as dinner plates, staring straight ahead,
uncomprehending.
A beat.
Haku let out a scream fit for a horror movie murder victim.
"WHAT ARE THOSE... THOSE PEOPLE DOING TO ZABUZA-SAMA?!" she shrieked, voice
high pitched and shrill. Her firm buttocks and pert breasts actually bounced
and jiggled a fair bit as she let out this cry, seemingly stirred into motion
by naught but the sheer kinetic force of the soundwaves.
Naruto blinked, noticing now for the first time what his two vore slaves were
in the process of doing.
The blond grinned, getting hard.
"Nice initiative," he commented, praising Sasuke and Sakura with a smile on his
face. They cried out in ecstasy, coming and then weakening as the flames took
their toll. Then he glanced at Haku, adding, "Looks like they're spitroasting
him, to me."
Haku stared at him for a moment. It took her a couple of seconds to regain her
voice.
"Why?" she hissed.
"Probably so I can eat him," Naruto said with a dismissive shrug, acting like
there was nothing at all weird about this idea. Seeing the dismayed and
confounded expression on Haku's face, he then gave her a comforting pat on the
bum, squeezing those cute, firm buttocks between tanned, calloused fingers. The
futanari ice user let out a confused-sounding whimper and moan. "You can have
first dibs if it means that much to you, though," Naruto added.
Maybe he thought that would cheer her up.
Haku just stared at him uncomprehendingly, though.
"You... I... what?" She shook her head, trembling a touch. "Y-y-you... you
PROMISED—!" she exclaimed, horrified.
Naruto gave her a strange look, halting her speech.
"I told you already, didn't I?" he said. "It doesn't matter what state his body
is in. If I want to have a bite before reviving him, then that's my own
business."
Haku blushed, flinching minutely under the sudden intensity of his gaze. It
made her gut feel all tingly and tangled. She appeared abashed, almost
seemingly chastised.
"I... suppose so..." she whispered, her cheeks bright red. She glanced at the
fire, which had died down. The other two genin from the team were motionless,
lying sprawled over her former master's lewdly suspended body. All three looked
distinctly golden-browned, and a delicious smell filled her nostrils. "I did
promise, after all... to do ANYTHING for you, so long as you bring Zabuza-sama
back..."
Naruto smiled at her. His stomach growled audibly, causing Tazuna to yelp and
duck, and Kakashi to quietly chuckle.
"That's right," he said. "You did. And what I want you to do right now is to
pick one part any part of him that you would want to eat. If you don't like it,
or you're full after that, then I'll eat the rest for you."
Haku blushed beet red, but she nodded in understanding.
There was a girlish coo, then, and Haku turned her head. Her eyes widened,
seeing those two genin again – looking quite alive and uncooked. They waved at
her cheerfully, eyes twinkling.
Haku then glanced back at the spit, and yes, she still saw those two bodies
sprawled over
Zabuza's impaled meat.
She glanced at Naruto questioningly, sending a nervous glance at the two genin
who should not be there.
The blue haired one smiled.
"It's our bond with Naruto-sama..." he said, casting hard onyx eyes up and down
Haku's nude form, ogling her appreciatively. "When we die for him, his chakra
rebuilds our bodies."
"Whether we're digesting in his stomach, or roasting naked over an open flame!"
chirped the pinkette gaily in addition.
Haku felt strangely relieved by this. At the very least, it should mean that
Naruto WAS indeed fully capable of bringing Zabuza back. If his chakra could
automatically revive those two with brand new bodies, then there was no logical
reason that the blond should not be able to do the same for the man who had
taught her everything.
Smiling softly, the ice user turned and headed to the spit, where the flames
had now completely vanished. She could see steam rising from the cooked bodies,
and the smell of spiced and roasted meat filled her nostrils.
Despite herself, Haku felt her appetite become greatly aroused by this. She had
never seen such a lavish banquet, and the thought that Naruto was allowing her
to have first pick...
It was curiously humbling.
Blushing intensely, Haku shyly wiggled her butt a little, deciding to show her
thanks to her new master. Her sizable cock was stiff and throbbing, and despite
herself she was getting incredibly horny as she looked over the three cooked
bodies.
(Sasuke eyed Haku's dick a little enviously, while Sakura seemed torn briefly
between lusting after that or her master's penis)
Haku gulped nervously, reaching the bodies of Zabuza, Sasuke, and Sakura.
Gingerly shifting the immense mammaries of the voluptuous pinkette aside, the
black-haired hermaphrodite set her sights on the one thing she had always
desired from her former master, ever since the day he first took her under his
wing.
She reached a hand out to grasp at her prize, and her price.
"Zabuza-sama's manhood..." whispered she, blushing hotly enough to rival even
the black flames over which the man had been roasted. "...his penis... I have
always wanted to have it inside me..." she admitted bashfully.
Naruto grinned from ear to ear, leering cheerfully at Haku's tight, round
little ass.
"Hehehe..." He chuckled wickedly, eyes twinkling. "Well, with a body like that,
I'll be happy to let you have ME inside you anytime you want," he said
suggestively.
Haku squeaked, her cock painfully throbbing and pussy freely gushing from the
mental images this statement evoked. Tightly, anxiously, she grabbed onto
Zabuza's well done dong.
Diverting the still-considerable heat of his flesh away from her own hands
using rudimentary hyoton exercises, Haku effortly ripped Zabuza's thoroughly
cooked cock from his groin. Partly it was because of how tender his meat had
become in the cooking, but it was also in larger part thanks to the futanari's
own deceptively great strength.
Haku felt the semen shoot from her dick, the nectar fall like rain from her
cunt at the thought of what she was doing. Her knees shivered, feeling weak and
formless under the force of her own orgasm. Her cheeks were red, and tongue was
lolling out of her mouth. Sweat poured down that pale, beautiful skin, tracing
the slender contours of her fine, athletic body.
She raised the roasted phallus to her lips. It felt so BIG in her hands,
dwarfing even her own by a good deal in both length and thickness. And it
smelled delicious, sublimely so. Not just the spices, or the butter which had
soaked into the meat, or the sweat of Sakura's breasts which had salted the
skin, but rather the inherent scent of Zabuza: his innate, natural musk.
Haku moaned lewdly, and she kissed the tip of her former master's dismembered
dick. She licked it up and down, smacking her lips against it like the member
was still attached to Zabuza, and she was simply giving him a blowjob. She
acted out those secret fantasies, servicing and worshipping the cooked and torn
off manhood as though its owner was still alive.
Tazuna whimpered at the sight, and Kakashi watched intently. Sasuke had a
slight nosebleed, and Sakura was squealing and masturbating furiously. Naruto
grinned approvingly, silently praising Haku's enthusiasm.
Slowly, Haku ate Zabuza's dick. She peeled off the skin, gnawed lustfully
through the fibrous and veinous tissues and membranes which comprised the man's
most sizable cock. She chewed on it lovingly, biting off tiny bit a little at a
time, gradually but inexorably working her way down.
By the time she reached what was once the base of her master's manhood, Haku
felt painfully full. She could not eat another bite, no matter how much she
might have wanted to.
Moaning, she slumped to the ground, coming again from both sexes.
Naruto clapped.
"Very good, for your first time!" he said. "That was a very nice show, Haku-
chan!"
The ice user blushed.
Then Naruto stepped forward, and suddenly a clawed, furred hand as large as
Haku's entire body slammed down on the ground, startling her and causing Tazuna
to piss his pants.
Haku stared up in awe and disbelief to behold the spitting image of the Kyuubi
no Youko...
...if the Nine-Tails had been a blue-eyed blond.
"Itadakimasu~!" rumbled a vulpine Naruto the size of a small house.
Tazuna fainted dead away.
Chapter End Notes
     A/N: Haven't had much time for writing, as I've probably mentioned
     elsewhere. But at least I managed to pound out something for this. :)
     Also, maybe some of you might want to hop over to FFN and check out
     some of my non-smut Gintama stuff? Or maybe my other vorish ongoing
     fic, Everyday Lunch for Monster Girls, which is like a reversal of
     this in a LOT of ways. I've been told it's fairly funny, though. XD
     Updated: 2-20-14
     TTFN and R&R!
     – — ❤
***** Zabuza's Epiphany *****
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The giant, vulpine Naruto's head swung down immediately, massive jaws gaping
wide. In less than a second, he had snapped up Zabuza, Sasuke, and Sakura's
thoroughly cooked bodies. He rolled the sexy, cooked corpses around on a
gigantic tongue, tasting them appraisingly.
Haku stared up in absolute awe and delight, watching the fox-shaped Naruto's
menacingly toothy jaws working up and down, great black lips smacking together
most noisily as the blond tasted his prey.
Tazuna was still cowering, silently praying for mercy from whatever deity may
have been listening. Kakashi watched, absentmindedly amused, as the towering
kyuubi doppelganger's tree-sized, human-like cock throbbed and twitched, veins
thicker than the jonin's arms pulsing up and down the terrifying length.
"Naruto-sama! Naruto-sama!" cried Sasuke ecstatically beside Haku, masturbating
furiously as he felt his beloved master's tongue curl and brush against the
sensitive flesh of his dead, cooked body.
"Naruto-sama! Naruto-sama!" wailed Sakura, violently fondling her own obscenely
massive tits as she rubbed her thighs anxiously together. Nectar was gushing
forcefully from her rosy, shaven cunt.
A crunch echoed throughout the lonely stretch of road, the unmistakable sounds
of snapping bone and shearing flesh coming down to Sasuke and Sakura and Haku
and the others' ears. Naruto's teammates collapsed to the ground in paroxysms
of pure ecstasy, coming violently as they felt their master chomp and chew
gruesomely on their deliciously lewd and lewdly delicious bodies.
Naruto's literally giant cock shuddered powerfully, threatening to shoot out a
wad of semen. Rearing back on his hind legs, Naruto let it rip, firing an
enormous volume of chakra-heavy sperm into the far distance.
Haku came from both sexes, watching all of this, moaning pitifully as she
watched the giant fox Naruto knock his head back, swallowing down the
thoroughly masticated bodies. Sakura and Sasuke lay on the ground to either
side of her, reduced to limp and mindless puddles of pure carnal bliss.
Despite herself, Haku felt unimaginably aroused. She watched with an obsessive,
morbid fascination as the great human in youko form that was her new master
ripped apart and devoured the delectably cooked bodies of her vore-slave sempai
and her former master. She moaned lewdly.
It was perverse, she knew. She should not have been feeling the urge to kneel
down and worship that enormous cock like a living god, should not have been so
powerfully tempted to throw herself into flames and cook her body for Naruto-
sama's enjoyment.
She wanted him to enjoy eating her the same way he had enjoyed eating her
master. She wanted to be eaten alive by Naruto-sama, raped and used by him.
She wanted to be his cum-dump and vore-bitch. That was her only dream now.
The mere thought of it made her so fucking horny.
The chakra of the Nine-Tails was already inside Haku's body. It had already
implanted itself within her physical and spiritual cores, thrust instinctively
into her body back when Naruto had first subdued her. It influenced the nature
of her thoughts, subtly nudging her natural dispositions and inclinations for
service and self-sacrifice to their (il)logical conclusion.
She longed to be enslaved, devoured and raped by Naruto in every way
imaginable, again and again and again until absolutely nothing remained of her
shameless whore existence, until her slutty futa body was eternally one with
that of her adored and beloved master.
If she could, Haku would gladly give him even her immortal soul, just for the
brief, fleeting moment of no doubt inimitable ecstasy she would experience as
he devoured it. If it was for him, she would gladly have even the most
fundamental essences of her existence erased. Anything he wanted of her, she
would give freely and gladly.
Forever.
That was just how badly she had it, how badly Sasuke and Sakura had it. That
was just how much they worshiped their master.
That was Naruto's power.
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When Zabuza regained consciousness, he was dizzy and disoriented. Not least of
which because he should not have regained it at all. Not after having his heart
ripped out and crushed before his very eyes.
The first thing Zabuza noticed was that he felt strangely... well, horny. His
dick was quite erect, and was even the first thing he became aware of. It ached
so delightfully.
The second thing Zabuza noticed, was that he did not feel the weight of his
sword on his back. As a matter of fact, his entire body felt quite unburdened.
He could feel a pleasant breeze against his private parts.
He was naked, he realized.
Now, the third thing Zabuza noticed was the faintly familiar sensation of a
blowjob. It had been a while since he'd been in a position for some proper
relief, and the man couldn't help but melt a little into the touch of those
heavenly soft lips against his throbbing, rigid cock.
Either this was heaven, or hell's reputation had been greatly exaggerated.
It was with a faintly lopsided grin that Zabuza cracked his eyes open, being
greeted by a blue sky and green trees.
...and the kid responsible for his death giving him head.
Zabuza's eyes widened at this.
"What the hell?" he said, frankly flabbergasted.
Two mischievously twinkling blue eyes rolled up to greet Zabuza's gaze. The
blond boy's lips curled into a playful smile around the swordsman's shaft.
Then the boy's mouth snapped shut.
An explosive spray of blood and semen painted the blond's grinning face, nearly
half of Zabuza's cock severed in a quick, efficient bite. The kid made a show
of chewing the meat in his mouth for several torturously long seconds, leering
at Zabuza like a big but doable appetizer.
He was visibly savoring Zabuza's cock as he masticated the severed portion, and
Zabuza felt frankly terrified as the boy did so.
Was this kid a fucking demon?!
Sasuke stepped forward, looking adoringly at his master's face. He was stark
naked, and visibly erect, horny and aroused.
"Naruto-sama..." he purred, licking his lips and ogling the mess of blood and
cum which covered Naruto's visage. "Let me clean that up for you..."
"Me too!" cooed Sakura, her T&A bouncing gratuitously as she hopped forward. "I
want to clean Master's face too❤"
"As do I," whispered Haku, wiggling her hips excitedly and interposing herself
between Sakura and Sasuke.
She sent a soft smile at Zabuza, appreciating the appearance of his naked body.
Haku may have arched her back a little, then, when she saw his eyes on her, and
pushed her tight little ass out for his viewing pleasure.
Her penis twinged delightfully at the look on her former master's face, and her
pussy was sopping wet.
Zabuza could only stare, aghast, as Sasuke, Sakura, and his apprentice Haku
proceeded to crowd around the blond. They pressed lewd and horny bodies against
Naruto's solid frame, Sasuke rubbing his aching nipples and throbbing dick,
Sakura grinding her enormous tits and juicy cunt, Haku mashing her twin genders
and modest breasts.
Haku was in the middle, between Sasuke and Sakura. She eagerly straddled
Naruto, swinging her arms up and impaling her cunt on his godly cock. She
kissed him on the lips, deeply, licking his mouth clean inside and out.
"Naruto-sama..." she groaned. "So tasty... So biiiiig❤"
She rocked her hips back and forth, driving Naruto's cock in and out of her
pussy. Her own penis rubbed against his navel, swiping through a thick bush.
She moaned shamelessly, grinding her futa cock against her beloved new master's
rock hard abdomen.
Sasuke and Sakura pressed their sides against Haku as the futanari fucked their
master. They rubbed their bodies up and down Naruto's, kissing his face
wherever they could reach, licking his cheeks and his brow and the ridge of his
nose. The blond had one hand on either of their asses, cheerfully fondling his
slaves/teammates as they attended to him.
Zabuza dick ached, twitching delightfully at the sight.
It took him a moment to process the significance of that.
What...? It grew back?! he thought, eyes wide. Or... was it just a genjutsu...?
He really hoped it was the latter.
"Naruto-sama! Naruto-sama!" screamed Haku, coming. Her pussy gushed, and her
dick shot a thick wad of semen across Naruto's washboard abs. She moaned
weakly, going limp.
She started to slip backwards off of Naruto.
The blond's dick pulsed mightily right as Haku's pussy began to fall away from
it, and Naruto came explosively all over the dickgirl's torso. His sperm
painted that slim hermaphrodite figure as white as fucking snow.
Haku collapsed onto the ground next to Zabuza, smiling dreamily. Her cheeks
were rosy, where Naruto's semen did not cover them, and her eyes were half-
lidded.
Zabuza stared at her.
"Haku... what the hell are you doing...?!" He asked her the first thing that
came into his mind. His voice was hoarse, as if from long disuse, and the rogue
Kiri nin felt shamefully aware of how hard he was getting from seeing at his
apprentice in this debased and humiliated state.
Haku smiled dreamily at her former master.
"I made a deal with Naruto-sama..." she whispered, her voice breathy and
smooth. Every word out of her mouth was like silken, aural sex. "...one life
for another."
Zabuza glanced sidelong, warily, at the blond. There were two of the kid now,
and the doppelgangers were pounding away at the asses of the other two genin.
"And by that, you mean?"
"You were dead, Zabuza. Naruto-sama killed you when you first attacked. Then he
chased me down, and..."
Haku blushed, and Zabuza felt painfully aware of the fact that she was not
using any honorifics to address him. While Zabuza wasn't the most formal or
respectful of people himself, hearing such a familiar address coming from
someone as polite and mild-mannered as Haku was very distressing. Particularly
when other recent events were taken into account.
"You gave yourself to him?" said Zabuza, shocked. He then shook his head,
frowning weakly and groaning. "Wait, I was actually dead?!"
"As a doornail!" chimed in the Naruto duo from where they were fucking Sasuke
and Sakura, making it quite clear that he could hear what they were saying.
In spite of himself, Zabuza's face reddened.
"How the hell am I here, then?!" he snapped, feeling both frustration and a
rare kind of powerlessness.
"Naruto revived you," came a lazy drawl, and Zabuza's heart almost stopped when
he remembered who had been leading the hellion that had killed him. "Or should
I say he rebuilt you?"
Zabuza shot a dark look at Sharingan Kakashi.
"Copy Ninja..." he growled, "just what are you trying to say?"
"Well, there really wasn't anything left of your body, after Naruto was through
with it," Kakashi said with a shrug. "So he had to make you a new one."
Zabuza stared at Kakashi.
"I see," he said. A moment passed, while he gave Kakashi a look that seemed to
ask, and just how fucking gullible do you think I am?
"He's telling the truth," interjected Haku. She placed a soft, seemingly
delicate hand on Zabuza's chest. "Naruto-sama... he is capable of a great MANY
things. And he is almost certainly the same... as the former Mizukage."
Zabuza's eyes widened.
He put two and two together.
The attack of the Nine-Tails on the Leaf twelve years ago...
The Uzumaki markings on the boy's unusually flashy clothes...
The seemingly impossible feats of chakra manipulation...
A certain uncanny resemblance of that hair, and those eyes, to pictures Zabuza
had seen of the Fourth Hokage...
A beat.
"You mean that kid's the Kyuubi jinchuuriki?!"
Chapter End Notes
     A/N: I actually managed an update to this! Yaaaay! And it only took
     me two-and-a-half months.
     The Land of Waves arc is a truly formidable opponent. XD
     Updated: 4-30-14
     TTFN and R&R!
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