Chapter 1: Sand Stalkers
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Lord Gaara, Lord Gaara!
The hurried footsteps of the panicked advisor thudded across the Sunagakure Infirmary. Patients and nurses stood by as the saw the man race towards Unit 024, where Temari was to be housed. Their lord sat, holding the hand of his dear sister, head down alongside his brother Kankuro.
"Lord Gaara... A distress signal from Konoha had been sent to us 15 minutes ago. They have informed us that Naruto has been left incapacitated, and that they request immediate backup in their pursuance of Boruto Uzumaki!"
The Kazekage, who had been patiently watching over his sister, turned in puzzlement. "That's... Alarming..." Gaara's face was stern, but internally filled with fear and unease.
"Shinobi that heard the distress call have already went out and are approaching the border. What is your command?" Gaara looked at the man, then back to Temari; her face sickly and without much life following her operation. "Request entry into the Leaf. Send teams fit to take down the target; do not underestimate him, Boruto has long since been more than just a boy now that he has accepted his Otsutsuski curse. But I can't... I must stay in the Sand and protect my family. I couldn't then, and I must do so now..."
Gaara's face showed uncertainty. He knew what was right was to support his longterm friend, the one who set him on the right path. But here, here his blood was at her most vulnerable and frail. He couldn't leave her when he knows his nephew is still potentially out there.
"Understood, my Lord. Gasp. I will relay, this info, to all available squadrons. I wish Lady Temari a speedy recover-"
"G-G-Gaara..."
Gaara looked down at the hospital bed to see his blond sister's eye open just a little. Her lips quivered, and her face still showed itself little energy. "You have to be there... For N-Naruto... For Sh-Sh-Shikamaru..." She winced, slowly moving to rest on her side, planting her left hand upon her now barren womb. Gaara let out a small tear, not wanting to leave her side until she was truly better. "Temari... No, I can't leave you... I can't!" The young kage showed emotion for one of the few rare times. "I'll be fine," she smirked, coughing slightly. Temari rested her palm on her brother's hand that laid on the bed. "Do what is right. Save us from this."
Kankuro looked at his distraught brother, and sighed, before proceeding to stand up from his seat. Being the older of the two, he felt an obligation to help out, and patted the Kazekage's head.
"You heard her, she'll be fine. Let's do our job."
2 Hours Later...
"Everyone, search the perimeter. We need to know where Boruto may be headed."
"Understood, Lord Sixth."
Kakashi and Kiba patrolled the capture zone for Boruto. Along with them, were 10 other specialized men and ninkens. Having to try their best to ignore the smell of musk and semen, they dug around for signs as to what Boruto's endgame had been. Suddenly, barks and growls could be heard. "What is it, Akamaru?" Running over, they found the large dog scratching at a loose part of the ground. With little effort, the soil came loose, and revealed a secret container that had strange white markings written all over it.
"Otsutsuski technology, Boruto has delved into their culture now too... He is officially too far gone..."
Kiba looked all over the hand-sized container, which was shaped like a box. "Kakashi, think we should open it?"
After a moment of consideration, the contents were to be revealed. Inside were torn bits of old paper, tattered and intentionally damaged. "Whatever it was, Boruto had assumed we would eventually find it," Kakashi deduced. Looking at the shreds, he motioned for his squadron to come over. "
Unfortunately for that idiot, something as simple as tearing will not be enough."
30 Minutes Earlier...
"Lady Temari, I hope that you'd be pleased to hear that, at your current recovery pace, you will be permitted to return back to Konohagakure by the end of this week," the medical captain, Ishihara, scanned over her file, seeing her vitals being mostly healed. "As you may expect, a bit of scarring around the vaginal region will remain for a short while longer, but nothing that should be considered permanent." Temari smiled, looking at her caretakers and physicians. "That is great to hear, thank you." With the diagnostics provided, the captain had prepared to get off from his seat, when the doctor aide at his side muttered into his ear. "No, she has no need to hear about that. This will all be over come the morning." Temari smile turned to perplexion, her face turning sour. "What... Don't I need to be hearing about?" The hospital staff looked at each other with uncertainty. "You mustn't trouble yourself with that, just focus on a speedy recovery."
As the rest left the room, Ishihara stood by the door. "Would you like the lights on as you rest?"
Temari, having to fake a sense of calmness, did a small chuckle, and replied, "I'd prefer it off, please. Not quite a fan of shadows anymore."
The woman planted her palm across her face. Way to make things awkward there. Staring out the window, she gazed at the beautiful, yet cruel moon. She pondered on how much trauma has been inflicted the past few years by its existence, and how she wish she could just turn back time. Turn it back to before her son's corruption destroyed the family. The events that have transpired during this ordeal were fresh in my mind, the phantom pain lingering deep within her. Temari placed her right hand atop her clit, remembering the back-and-forth attack afflictions.
Well, I can make it through this with only a week off. Suddenly, from the moon's beams came a black-ish figure. Her eyes squinted, and she placed her hand over her forehead to better control the moonlight. Approaching the windowsill, she could see the figure had been an inked bird descending down with soft flaps. The creature was familiar, like something that signaled an omen of some kind.
"Sai? What are you doing here?"
With no reply, the painted creature landed on the porch. In its 'mouth' was a small note. Perplexed, Temari opted to get up, pulling off the pulse checkers that were stickied onto her. The lady opened the window, and she extended her hand out to grab the paper.
With that, the bird dissipated into splotches of black drippings.
The paper was folded into fours, to which Temari began to unveil what had been wanted of her at this time.
"How could... you do... this to, us...?"
Why would Sai be asking such an odd question? I'll ask him once I am out of here. As the clueless lady attempted to put down the note and shut the window, she felt her body turn stiff. Her body as a whole tightened, and she looked down to see the moonlight reflecting not her own shadow, but another's, another's that started from the open window.
Her trauma made her block out the process, but all she remembered was nearly falling out head first.
The drop from her room caused Temari much disorientation, even a mild fainting episode compounded by the detachment from the Chakra drip which had been connected to her at the hospital. She could feel her body became loose, but also that she was being dragged by her legs across a field. Still mildly hazy, she could faintly see the assailant dragging her thru the blur.
"Inoj...Inojin?"
She muttered, head woozing. Temari then felt the dragging cease, and her legs splayed themselves outwardly on soft grass. "Here. Remember, Boruto instructed us to meet him at the research facility within half an hour. Hinata and him can take on the shinobi there, but he will need us against the real threats." The battered mother's head tilted to the side, and she could see some very familiar strapped shoes. "I know, I know. I promise it'll only take a bit. Still not used to this moon guy's chakra absorption technique, y'know?" Temari could hear the crunching of grass as Inojin passed over her, and as he passed her vision, she noticed him carrying a naked, blonde woman over his left shoulder.
"Hey mom, eyes over here." Temari felt feet rest around her skull, motioning it to limply sway back upright to face the night sky. However, instead of the nightsky, she saw her boy towering above her. Shikadai had unbuckled his belt, dropping everything to reveal his puberty's "growth spurt" had been triggered during the few days away. The captor lowered his body above the kidnapped patient's head, his balls right rested on her nose-bridge, his shadowy rod floating above her lips. The moon was now eclipsed, with a scene far darker to Temari.
"I don't have much time, so be nice and don't make this a drag, okay mom?"
Konoha Outskirts
"Alright, you may proceed."
The ripped pieces had been arranged to the best of the group's ability. Some segment may have been in partially improper spots, but the general form of the construction was likely redone.
"Wood-Style! Fiber-conjoinment Jutsu!"
Within a flash, the rough structure of the original document was restored. The shinobi picked up the paper he revitalized, and Kakashi walked over. "Here you go, Lord Sixth." Glancing across the writing, Kakashi scanned out intently. He could see information regarding an ancient relic, one with powers beyond any mortal's grasp. And, as if he reawakened his long-gone sharingan, his eyes flared open. Crumbling the paper and planting it into one of his vest pockets, the leader lifted his right fist into the air. "Men, contact the Sand and any remaining men to head back to the village, now. The future of this timeline rests upon our hands."
Chapter 2: Academic Achievements
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At an undisclosed location...
"Sarada, you don't want to this." Boruto stood side-by-side with Hinata, their path through the laboratory being blocked by his previous team partner.
Down the dank corridor, stood the teenage shinobi that he long ago called his best friend. The one who he saw as his moral compass, his center. And here she was, trying to stop him.
"Sarada, I am telling you: step aside. You won't be able to stop me. There is nothing you can do... Don't make this difficult."
And yet, the brave young lady held her ground.
"How... How could you... How could you betray us like this, Boruto!" Sarada's fist clenched. "How could you! You traitorous bastard!" Sarada, enraged and intensely emotional, waved her hand, presenting Boruto with the kunai she had carried with her.
"We were you friend, your f-family! And now I see," Sarada barked, shooting forward her right arm to point a finger at the domesticated human once named Hinata. "THAT is how you choose to treat your own family!? God how- how could you- urk Damn it, Boruto!" The teenage girl began to cry, stamping her sandals on the floor tiles.
"Why, why, WHY! I HATE you!"
Boruto's resolve began to quiver. He looked to his left, and saw his mother was breathing heavily. Hinata had become angered at how this 'brat' was daring to challenge her master, her dear babydaddy. She began to growl and tense up her byakugan. Boruto, sensing his slave mother's chakra building, stretched his arm outwardly upon her heavy chest, as if to tell her to stand down. He really had turned his mother into nothing but an incestuous, cock-thirsty lapdog.
The boy stood infront of his mother, not wanting her to attack the one he considered his closest companion: his moral center. Sarada, intimidated by feral Hinata's displays of violence and wary of being potentially enslaved just as that rabid woman had become, dug out a kunai from her utility belt. Her eyes became glazed in a crimson, her sharingan readied to do whatever she could to prevent her ex-teammate from attaining whatever he was planning to grab inside this facility.
Here, at the end of the road, Boruto had to face his toughest challenge.
Guilt.
At the gates of Konoha Academy
"Kakashi-sensei! Kakashi-sensei!"
"It's chaos! It's absolutely insane!" Konohamaru gripped his scarf, him feeling a phantom choking around his neck. "Over a hundred of the recent male chunin and genin have been cursed with the Otsustuki mark, with there being countless women being held hostage inside of there. Their screams, oh the screams of those poor women... It's so... It's so cruel! "
He took a second to gasp, clearly exhausted from some fighting he had partaken in. "We managed to take down some of them, but their curses have given them an unbelievable chakra boost; each and every one of them is stronger than the average ninja we had available on hand at the time." Kakashi looked around to see his fellow townsmen battered and bruised, many of whom were the husbands of those same women no doubt being mercilessly defiled and seeded; all whilst the troubling briefing was being administered.
That kid, he knew the game... He deliberately made us leave the village so that Momoshiki could freely attack the place while unguarded!
"Act quickly. It seems they have been 'extracting' the chakra of their captives. Whatever the Otsustuki had done to infect those teenagers has made them incapable of being reasoned with... The more time these bastards and monsters have to drain the energy of their own mothers, the greater the threat they will become... At this point, who knows how powerful Boruto has now become..."
Not wanting to waste any crucial seconds, a plan was quickly settled upon for how to retake the building. Units were spread thin, with many of the Sand having left upon news that Temari went missing, and the troops from the Village of Lighting still being en route. This surprise assault came at the worst time for Kakashi. Anbu stood ready on the front doors for the counteroffensive. He recognized that he was likely under-manned for this operation; many more ninja had yet to return back to the village due to apparent tampering with communication lines, leaving the whereabouts of some teams, such as Sai's squadron, being unknown.
Kakashi motioned a gesture to Konohamaru, signaling confidence and bravery towards the younger man. Standing right outside the imposing entrance, Kakashi looked up at the words plaqued to honor the shinobi way. "You men go home and rest up," Kakashi said, not turning to face his audience of hopeless fathers.
"Be assured that this will be settled by tonight."
Meanwhile...
"Inojin,"
Metal said, saluting his superior in the Hokage's office. The windows had been covered, as to conceal the young boys' main base of operations.
"Kakashi-sensei's team has reached the school. They look to be planning on entering the building. What is that we should do?"
Inojin did not look back at Metal, and was panting heavily. Sounds of flesh slapping and sloshing against flesh was apparent.
"Don't ask me... Ask Shikadai next d-d-door. He's the sm-smar-smart... Oneee... I'm... I'm Bu-Bu-B..."
Knowing what was to cum, Metal gave a salute, then went off to find Shikadai and report the news, giving Inojin ample time alone to finish the deed. Inojin tugged on his dripping mother's waist, causing her body to helplessly rock upon the mahogany desk as he began to splurge. Pens and paper were flung about the floor, some dampened from the sweat and other bodily fluids that had spilled out from Ino and her son. The blonde's breasts were hypnotizing to her baby, making him transfixed and had him be so for what had to have been an eternity. He suckled on them sweetly, causing his cumming flow to be even heavier and thicker.
"BUSYYY!!!"
Inojin roared, creaming his mom's babymaking tunnel. Her vagina, which had turned a vibrant pink from constant abrasion caused by the cock burying itself over and over into it, was pooling even more with excess baby batter. Her inner thighs were splattered with the stuff, being sticky from all 'determination' held within Inojin. Her little feet, which were dangling off of her outstretched legs, curled and stiffened. Her eyes, glazed over and wet with tears, rolled over from the stream of pleasure and pressure resulted by streams of potent sperm reentering her.
She had been afflicted with the Domesticating Aroma Art justu, so as was instructed by Boruto as to how to subdue one's target. Her willpower had been quite literally sucked out of her, her ability to fight back the pummeling and inbreeding was lost when Inojin utilized the techniques gifted by his Momoshiki curse to absorb her chakra. Inojin was kind enough to remedy her by using the stolen healing chakra to continually restore her battered and bruised pussy to an injectable condition. To put it plainly: he used the pussy, to destroy the pussy.
The boy gasped, recollecting his bearings after collecting the cum still in his body and planting it into his creator's womb once more. By the time his orgasm subsided, the son of Rock Lee had returned, having came back after telling Shikadai everything.
"Shikadai said to find whoever was not 'pre-occupied' to get ready for another fight. He wants at least 30 of us guarding each major hall."
Inojin huffed and huffed, vaguely registering what was told to him. "Got it. Make sure all those who are to be fighting take whatever chakra they can from our reserve women."
"We need to give them a lengthy battle," Inojin looked over to his barely-there mother, who had curled herself into fetal position out of shame. He gave her blanketed crotch a nice grip, then placed a tender kiss onto his lover's lips. Ino winced as she cowardly kissed back, crying as she recognized her body was losing the battle with the effects from the erotic genjutsu. Saliva between the two trailed off as Inojin backed away, permitting his mother to take a breather and rest for her cooperation in the raping. Ino cupped her face with her hands, feeling herself be cumming another Hinata in the babymaking.
"Whether we win or lose: it does not matter. So long as they don't know Boruto's true mission, and so long as he succeeds... That's all that matters. Momoshiki promised us we will be rewarded for our efforts."
Inojin took a pause, excited at the prospects of what his corrupter had promised.
"I know we agreed on no killing, but Metal, grab some of the men here and have our fighters take their chakra. We cannot afford to lose when we're so close to the climax of our mission."
With a salute, Metal used his strength to pick up Sai and Shino, who had failed to take down the incestuous army, for chakra absorption. Had they waited for the reinforcements, their attempts may have been less disappointing. "I'll be with everyone in a sec, I just need, uh, one more quick power-up session to be ready to take on a Hokage."
Metal, with his unwavering conviction to the cause, had to rebuke. "Shikadai told me to remind you that it was now his turn in the Hokage office."
"Oh god damn it!"
Inojin said aloud as Metal ran out of the room. Ino, though barely functioning or awake, breathed a sigh of relief knowing she was spared another dicking until she potentially gets saved by Lord Sixth and his crew. She was glad her throat was mostly intact, as for the most part her baby boy only seemed interested in making siblings and to paint her pretty canvas fully-white like his skin.
Ino knew Temari was going to have a rough time ahead of her, though. All that strategization by Shikadai probably made him in dire need of some stress relief.
Chapter 3: Rising Climax
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[...]
"Sarada! I don't want to have to hurt you!"
Boruto said, dodging the kunai slashes and blocking the occasional kick with his elbows. The female teen, agitated and unwavering, growled and went on with her flurry of strikes. Hinata had been ordered to stay on the side, only coming in if absolutely necessary. Boruto was adamant on not hurting his best friend, in spite of her clearly being willing to kill him, if it meant defending the village and her people. Then, with a heavy swing of her leg, Sarada managed to land a blow on Boruto's side, before he had the chance to block the hit.
Unprepared, the hit dealt some considerable damage to the boy. Not physical damage, but emotional, as he realized how angered Sarada was.
"Cut your bull, Boruto! You hurt me far earlier than before this!"
Sarada, eyes burning red, dug her belt for a throwing star and launched it directly at her target's head. Boruto blocked it with a quickly drawn-out kunai.
"Look, I'm sorry Sarada. Trying to stop me won't change the fact I am a fugitive. I want to fix the village."
"I saw the Otsustki's visions, I know what must be done to what had been done."
"You don't get it... Do you... Boruto..." Sarada said, meekly. The boy did not respond, his determined face dropping. "You didn't hurt me because of how you've tried to destroy the Leaf. Well, I mean you ARE hurting me for doing that, fuck you for that... But..."
Sarada's face dampened more with trickling of more tears. "But, asshole, I LIKED you, okay?!" Sarada gripped her kunais tightly. She wiped her face, showing her intensified sharingan. "I LIKE-LIKED you, you miserable, selfish, disgusting perv!"
Boruto stood completely still, his resolve to obtain his goal nearly shaken. Is what I must do, worth ruining what I may have with Sarada?
"Sarada, I..."
Boruto wanted to admit he, in many ways, felt the same way to her back at the Academy, but was either naive and/or too much of a coward. Just like Naruto, his cuckdad, was to Hinata, his fertilecow. For once, he felt like he was no more of a loser than his old man.
Just then, a quick shadow moved from behind Boruto, lunging towards Sarada. A loud, feminine shriek was heard as the older woman tackled her.
"Boruto, is MY MASTER! MINEEE !"
Hinata began to aggressively target Sarada's pressure points, causing her to wince and spew a mixture of blood and saliva as she felt the numbness overcome her. Hinata's breasts flailed around from her mindless assault. She was merciless to Sarada, as Boruto was to her. Her chakra had been restored from her stay at the hospital, and her rejuvenation has made her far outmatch the poor chunin. Sarada’s small frame slowly began to give out, her chakra having been locked and body succumbing to the hits.
"Mom, NO!"
At Konoha Academy...
"It seems the Anbu are going to reach us within the next 10 minutes... What a drag..."
Shikadai had lost contact with the first line of defense, meaning the student stronghold was likely on its last legs in the conflict. Once one group fails to defend, it can only lead to a cascade of failures. He sighed, sitting upon the Hokage's seat, pondering upon his inevitable defeat. He yawned suddenly, exhausted from the long, hard day he had planning this endgame for Boruto.
"Welp, no need to dwell on this. I already accounted for us losing," Shikadai laid himself down, arms folded under his head. "If anything, Lord Sixth took longer to get past the buddies below us than was accounted for. Oh yeah, speaking of below..."
"Mom."
Temari, who had been blowing her son-captor, looked up with annoyance on her face.
"I promised I wouldn't puppet you anymore, but just this one last time, for me."
Temari felt her hands slowly rise up from her baby's thighs. She detested it, trying to swear -but instead gagged helplessly upon the hardened cock. Her attempt at vitriol being met with more dick shoved down the throat caused immense snarling with a glare.
"This... Will be... Quite the..."
Shikadai panted, unable to finish his sentence as he strung his mom whilst doing a curl-up on the Hokage's desk. The curling, plus the 'assistance' of her crossed arms behind the skull, forced Temari down to pipe down her forced feeding.
Her eyes bulged, the bulge softening and letting loose strings of salty goo. She had became accustomed to her son's harsh ways, and made sure not to try and breathe through the nose until the ordeal was over. She learned attempting to inhale as he splattered her would simply cause her to flinch, and instead have the bastard's semen clog up her nose and muck it all up.
To ensure Temari swallowed this time, and didn't simply hold it in then spit it back at him when she had the chance, Shikadai marionette his fingers around his neck to make sure mom would massage that sticky fluid through her gullet.
"Drink up, it's good for you. Just pretend that I'm dad and it might just taste better to you. Or not, I bet I taste amazing."
Temari rolled her eyes at the attempt at flirtation. Temari, hot-headed as she was, had turned somewhat complicit through Shikadai's dabbling with the forbidden genjutsu. By nature, she would never turn into the cock-hungry mess who obsessed with pleasing that Hinata was rewired to be, nor the pile of nothingness that was befelling Ino. Still, even as she was being mouth raped, she did not have the fire within to bite down and crush the boy's penis. She didn't have it in her, even if she had nothing to lose at this point. She knew Shikamaru would not be there for her.
No one would be saving her.
All she had was herself, her son, his cumming penis, and the thick, familiar sperm to keep her cumpany.
With the batch of sticky gunk 'disposed' of, Shikadai was nearly satisfied. He could feel and hear the commotion below, his child soldiers being taken down as the men made their way through. Some probably felt the same lack of fear of defeat as he felt currently, for they had achieved what they wanted with those mothers of theirs. Still, he had a bit of sorrow in his heart, knowing that he and they were but a mere pawn to the Moon demon's ploy. He also was a tad bit disappointed with how little time he had to 'finish' his game of Go, and by Go, it was Go into Mom's womb and seed it. No more strategizing was left to be done now; Kakashi was to bust in before he could bust again...
Shikadai's intellect fired once more, the tactician within him unlocking itself. He checked the time once more.
Ahead of schedule, this just might work.
As son of Shikamaru Nara, he had what it took to both support Boruto, and his own wishes. Like father, like son, they weren't fully beholden to their Uzumaki leaders. The boy looked down to his crotch, pleased to see the stimuli would not end just yet. Temari, who was resting her head upon the right thigh as she suckled on the flaccid dick like a pacifier, was surprised to feel the soft object leave her mouth, and for her body to be hoisted up.
"Lie down here for a second, mom. I need to make a 'call'."
Shikadai grabbed the control panel to the announcement system previously on the desk, flicking it on and releasing a sharp tone throughout the school.
"May I have your attention please. I have an important announcement to make: stop the needless fighting immediately," Shikadai cleared his throat, him feeling quite parched from a lack of water, "the rogue shinobi that is being fought over, Boruto Uzumaki, is actually in another castle. If you do not leave us boys alone this instant, then Boruto will have already succeeded in his goal."
Shikadai paused for a brief moment, rubbing his exhausted mother's stomach to admire her toned body. Rubbing her lower region, the boy caused his mom to move her legs around erratically, giving him room to adjust his cock to be in striking distance. Putting the box down, he rubbed his cock at the entrance, prepping it for another round.
"Time is running out," Shikadai, now erect once more, went inside of Temari once more, causing her to squeal in pain and arousal aloud across the speakers. "And I *slap* suggest you *slap* run along to *slap* the,"
Shikadai bit his lower lip, his thrusts becoming heavier and rougher. He could hear the sloshing and squishing of their juices reverb from the halls outside, a signal that his message will get through. He recalled what Boruto had told him; the artifact he had uncovered through the knowledge of the Otsutsuki that could reverse time. The artifact which, if this gambit in giving current Shikadai time to unload was to succeed, would bring about a new world. Temari's body jerked up and down, the ramming causing her lovely chest to wobble.
"The..."
Shikadai took hold of Temari's leg, raising it up as a way to get closer to the woman's smooth interior. He put his free hand into her mouth, forcing her to suckle on his thumb. This turned Temari's face bright pink, groaning as the finger lodged itself snuggly, the son-dick aggressively. Temari could feel the Aroma Arts eating away at her insides, in spite of how much spunk was filling in at her insides.
"You will be mine. My Mother, my Lover." Shikadai said beneath his breath. With a few more tugs at her warm internals, Shikadai buckled, and Temari's moans could be heard across the building. Her loud shouts of pain from her intense reimpregnations droned out the battling, and perhaps, his words.
"Leaf's Archaeological Research Institute"
"One of you, tell us where Boruto is... NOW!"
Hospital staff had appeared in droves, carrying out incapacitated and properly defiled women on stretchers for immediate care. Out on fields outside Konoha Academy were now the over a hundred cursed students in rows of 10; hands tied behind their backs, kneeling, facing down to the floor, and left naked as they had been captured to freeze in the cold night. Kakashi and the Anbu stood in a perimeter around their detained criminals. Although the use of lethal force was heavily dissuaded, these momrapers, ranging from as young as 12 to no more than 17, some of whose wills were too weak to prevent their entire being becoming consumed by Momoshiki, had to be disposed of with mild dismay.
Still, none of these devotees to this incestual coup spoke.
Wood-style Jonin squeezed the cuffs tighter around the prisoners' wrists, the feet binds near-crushing some of the Genin and Chunin who had committed treason. The lesser ninjas yelped in pain, feeling a fraction of the crushing of their insides their captured Mothers had faced while being ganged on and inseminated.
I don't have time to be interrogating children. Whatever Boruto's endgame was to leave this as a distraction, it cannot continue...
Kakashi recognized another problem in this interrogation: a vast majority of these who had just been curse marked likely had no significant role in Momoshiki/Boruto's plan. Some of them here did not even have records of them in the school, suggesting Momoshiki was using non-ninja combatants in his ruse. Civilian women had been abducted and probed in a sick game played to satisfy the Otsutsuki spirit.
"There's no use finding him, Lord Sixth," Shikadai said, yawning with a tinge of a smile peaking through his lips. "You took too long."
Kakashi did not respond, only looking over to the row roughly where Shikadai was beginning his little monologue.
"Maybe if you all had my genius dad around, you would have had a tactician on-hand that may have gotten you to him just in time, before time truly slips out of your hands." The few who knew of Boruto's heist giggled at the tongue-in-cheek remark. The chatter enraged an Anbu member enough to kick down one of the boys, a small act given how these kids were terrorist who infiltrated the defacto government building.
The footsteps of the paramedics and medical teams were drowned out by an inner ringing to the elite shinobi. Surely, this mission would not end a failure like with Rin and Obito?
"I wouldn't waste time babysitting us. I doubt any of us have the chakra left in us to resist... I'm sure some of you can relate to how demanding it is to be at 'it' all night long!"
Mothers of all ages, some not even yet 30, were wheeled away with bitemarks on their breasts, and reddish-swelling on their inner thighs and ass.
"I think I have played my role well enough as the strategist,"
Shikadai said with a feeling of triumph and self-pride, "He'll be with this weird turtle somewhere you guys left unguarded. Why may I say this? Well, unless one of you here can warp over, Boruto should be in the process of rewriting these events as. I. Speak."
Chapter 4: The Next Generation
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Just then, a quick shadow moved from behind Boruto, lunging towards Sarada. A loud, feminine shriek was heard as the older woman tackled her. "Boruto, is MY MASTER! MINEEE!" Hinata began to aggressively target Sarada's pressure points, causing her to wince and spew a mixture of blood and saliva as she felt the numbness overcome her. Hinata's breasts flailed around from her mindless assault. She was merciless to Sarada, as Boruto was to her. Her chakra had been restored from her stay at the hospital, and her rejuvenation has made her far outmatch the poor chunin. Sarada small frame slowly began to give out, her chakra having been locked and body succumbing to the hits.
"Mom, NO!"
With a thud, Hinata fell to the floor. Boruto rushed over to Sarada, her body battered and bruised by the older woman. The Uchiha girl bled from her mouth, eyes barely open as she coughed up more and more blood.
"Fuck! This wasn't part of the plan! This wasn't part of the fucking planning! Idiot!" Boruto, in too much shock at the turn of events to notice his mark beginning to flare up, embraced his dying teammate.
Boruto... You don't have time to worry about this whore! Your mission is not finished yet, you can't be wasting time when we are so close to winning!
The voice in Boruto's head echoed violently. His curse mark began to sting, burning and causing him to cover his eye.
"Boru...Borut-..."
Sarada waved her hand outward, trying to grab his shoulder. The criminal, in the middle of fighting his literal 'internal demons', felt a soft palm cling to his hand gripping the pain.
"You can... You... can fight... It..."
Face to face, the two laid in the hallway, silent for what felt like an eternity. His curse began to lighten. He could feel something within him lighten. For once, the Uzumaki boy was starting to have doubts of going through with the mission.
No... NO!
Suddenly, without control, Boruto's hand pierced through the chest of the fallen teen.
Sarada's Sharingan opened widely, before dissipating, her eyes shutting for eternity.
"NOOOO!" Boruto screamed. His roar echoed in the laboratory halls, him dropping the body as he looked at his hands. He stared at his bloodied fingers, his right arm bathed in a thick red having lunged itself through Sarada. He had yet to kill a person in this prophetic quest he had been on, and the first person that was killed was the one he deep-down had loved.
"NOOOOOOO!"
Boruto slammed the floor, cracking it with his fists. "I never meant to hurt her! I never meant to hurt anyone! Why would I-" His eyes soon glazed over; subliminal images of his father and his absent nature flooded his mind. It's HIS fault, Boruto. She died because of HIM. A voice, long gone from his mind, was compelling. Controlling him.
Boruto shut his eyes, fighting this invader of the soul for the first time in a long while. 'His' inner monologue attacked his mind, and Boruto grit his teeth, knowing something was wrong with him and was trying to control him.
"I hate my father. But this.. This can't be his fault! What is wrong with me!"
Boruto began to shake his head back and forth, gripping his head. His chakra began to awaken, his latent power from Momoshiki's curse corrupting and pouring outwardly. The chakra he had absorbed bubbled out, as the fate of this timeline, rested on him defeating someone that claimed to be him, but wasn't him.
The mind shifted itself from hatred towards Naruto, to the lusciousness that was Hinata. You're right... It's not completely your father's fault... Boruto's mind echoed, as he recalled a faint memory of himself atop of his mother, before she was under his absolute control. Before he corrupted her. Boruto watched as he plunged himself into his mother's resisting walls, her tears covering her body as he refused to stop raping her. Hinata's fist beat upon his hardened chest, just as he began to squeeze away at her plump chest. You're a monster, Boruto Uzumaki... Boruto watched as he dug deeper into his mommy's hole, and how he suckled away at her teets hungrily. He attacked her like a feral fox, ravaging her and plundering her like a pirate. The one piece to this puzzle was to steal Naruto's wife, to steal his mommy away from his dad. You're a monster.. You have always been... a monster
Boruto had to cum inside, to prove he was willing to do anything, to do anyone, if it meant getting what he wanted.
You... Boruto Uzumaki... Are no hero of this village... You are its destroyer... Finish our mission!
Boruto's body writhed in pain, fighting for control from this spirit within him, lecturing him and seemingly corrupting him.
"BORUTOOOO!!!"
Hinata's voice echoed, her baby having unrelentingly spewed his future offspring deeply inside of his own, loving mother. Her body wobbled and bobbled on his cock helplessly, haplessly being impregnated by her boy's semen without a chance to strike back due to being inflicted by a lingering curse. The teen cried in pain, recounting the countless times he ejaculated inside Hinata, and the countless poundings to Hanabi, his own Aunt, whom cared for him.
Every last drop poured down the wombs or throat, as a means of domination. He needed to cum inside them... Right? Their bellies needed proof HE was there; HE was showing Naruto who was the man of the house! It was to hurt Dad! right?
But he wasn't just hurting his dad. Dad wasn't the only Uzumaki. Himawari, his baby sister, she hasn't seen her mother since Boruto gave their mother a new baby sister.
Suddenly, images from the collective chakra pool showed the same actions done to other mothers of the Hidden Leaf, wherein the same sort of D-rank missions had been performed under his command. Visions of Temari plastered in a thick blanket of Shikadai's sperm clouded his mind, before more depicted other boys doing so to their own mothers under Momoshiki's corruption.
Hole after hole.
Creampie after creampie.
Boruto was now partially conscious of his own crimes, aware he was no protagonist like his heroic father years before. He was but a cheap knock-off, a fraud. He couldn't beat the allegations of being worse than his father. His tears fell, but he did not huff. Boruto Uzumaki, son and master of Hinata, got up, broken. He had become corrupted, somehow, some time ago, and walked towards the sealed, shelled artifact he was told of in his dreams... Dreams that told him all those days of watching his cum-filled Aunt and Mom beg for sexual mercy and to be set free would be all worth it.
He left Sarada's body on the ground, liquid welling in the eyes as he accepted his role as the villain, his hunger for his infinite dream having consumed him too much to be redeemable; too much to redeem anyone else he seemingly influenced to 'behave' the same way towards their own mothers...
Boruto, you started the end of this planet... You must now end it... Secure my victory!
---
A kunai whizzes by from the side. Boruto, with his reflexes still in tact, subconsciously dodges the thrown weapon as it attempted to puncture his throat. Before the kunai stuck itself to a wall, the air around the dagger began to morph and deform, and a familiar hand popped out, with a ball of electricity in tow.
Not a single word was said by the last Uchiha as he lunged towards his intended target. It was clear that he was here to stop his daughter from doing anything stupid; and Sasuke made the mistake of letting Sarada attempt Naruto's technique of talking things out.
Boruto swerved left and right, dodging electric jabs that would cleanly penetrate his chest and rupture his heart.
The young Chunin knew one thing: this was a death battle he was not capable of winning.
---
"Sasuke-sensei," Boruto said, huffing as he dashed off the wall before it sparked due to impact with Sasuke's chidori. "I am sorry for what happened to Sarada! It wasn't-"
Boruto rolled back, narrowly dodging a lethal hit.
"part of my plan! She wasn't supposed to be here!"
Sasuke, fueled by vengeance for both his best friend's cuckoldry as well as the death of his only child, saw nothing but red as his Rinnegan flared to warp sharp objects at the jugular.
The turtle was in arm's reach, but Boruto knew that Sasuke (if he somehow did not manage to simply kill him then and there) would be able to follow him through time, and hunt him through his time slip. Taking a risk, Boruto swiftly launched a vanishing rasengan, forcing Sasuke to distract himself from the assault for a second to avoid the counterattack. Taking the distraction as an opportunity to escape, Boruto grabbed the ancient artifact in a sprint that left his knees weak, palms sweaty with how close he was.
"Turtle, take my stupid chakra and get me OUT!"
Boruto snapped, shaking the thing.
"Woah, woah, woah, easy there! You don't look like any Otsutsuki member I've seen before, but it seems you pass, somehow..." Sasuke, having dealt with the sneak attack, readied his blade.
"Otsutsuki? I'm a Hyuuga! Well, my last name is technically Uzumaki but I mean- whatever, I don't have time for this!"
Boruto's senses made him aware that Sasuke was lunging at him, and he had no time to evade.
"Shit..."
Boruto, preparing to face his tightful death for his crimes leading up to this moment, closed his eyes, hearing the slicing of flesh.
Except, it wasn't his.
His eyes opened, having not been penetrated by the Kusanagi. Looking back, he could see his mother; her majestic body a shield to the blow.
"Mom!" Boruto yelled aloud.
Sasuke, who at this point had been nothing but resolute, wavered seeing he had just fatally wounded his friend's wife.
"Boru...to..."
Sasuke pulled the blade out of Hinata's body, causing her to collapse as her wound bled profusely in a spurt.
I-can't-hesitate!
Using this unexpected martyrdom to fulfill the mission, Boruto passed the device he sacrificed everything for his chakra, and whispered to the turtle his destination.
Karasuki, unbiased towards any depositions, accepted this wish and began the warp with a blue glow.
Sasuke, seeing the worldly threat escaping, dashed forward in pursuit. However, before he could pass his unintended casualty, an undying grip clutched at his cloak, stopping the last of the Uchiha.
"Hinata, you idiot! He's going to destroy us!
Hinata smiled with a bloody smirk, eyes whitening more than they usually were.
"oh Sasuke, my baby has already destroyed me more way than you could ever imagine."
Hinata, though at the brink of death, could feel her brutalized pussy lips quiver. In a mixture of dormant shame and wholesale depravity, Hinata smiled a huge smile.
"One man's destruction, is another woman's saving." With that, Hinata pulled Sasuke down to the floor, before taking her final breath within this accursed timeline. The last hope in stopping the accursed child from rewriting history, laid still as the limp woman —the very woman who had been defiled and ruined by the motherfucker— collapsed to the ground: lifeless.
Sasuke was speechless upon the laboratory's tiled floor, staring wide-eyed as the smashed walls around him began to dissolve into dust. He had the strength to stop him, one of the very few who could be able to both track him down AND stop his revisionist history. And now, he could see this timeline was not meant to be anymore.
The bastard won... That motherfucker actually won...
Sasuke took one final breath, closing his eyes as slow tears fell down. He couldn't avenge Naruto, he was not returning home to Sakura, and he was lastly not able to protect Sarada. With the world's collapse approaching him, Sasuke Uchiha had but one solace in this final hour...
He would soon be greeting Boruto in hell.
Chapter 5: Original Intentions
Chapter Text
16 years ago - The Valley of the End
"Turtle, you're positive this is the time and place I wanted?" Boruto said, staring out at the barren wasteland following the Fourth Great Ninja War.
"Kid, if I wasn't so generous I would've trapped you in a time period far off with how you keep forgetting my name." Karasuki said, annoyed that it has had to spend more than 10 minutes with this ungrateful brat. "It's not everyday that a thousands of year old being gets told to return to a war-torn time, but I suppose here we are."
Boruto looked around, trying to find the exact spot he was in search of. Or rather, the spot the voice in his head nagged him towards. Boruto was sure now that something was wrong, and he knew this arrangement from within could no longer last. He never wanted for other people to die, and he was becoming more and more corrupted as he approached 'his' goal.
However, he had to continue, at least a little longer.
Approaching a specific spot at the Valley of the End, Boruto finally found what he was seeking. He saw them chatting, all while at the brink of death. He kept his guard up as he approached the Gods amongst men.
"Shut up... You loser..."
Sasuke said, finally seeing the error of his ways. Naruto's eyes were glazed over, ready to accept Sasuke and his fate as they were to bleed out. Except, they were not to be dying today, right?
With a firm palm on both shinobi's chests, Boruto began the process of attaining their godly chakra. The two ex-opponents gasped, feeling their immense power beginning to drain out like a leaking faucet. I've got to be careful, I can't risk killing them. Boruto's reserve energy skyrocketed, his body straining as he attained all the unwielding strength the two still possessed in-spite of their exhaustion. Before Naruto and Sasuke could see their assailant's face, their bodies went unconscious, to preserve their life force.
"Alright, that's enough." Boruto said, seeing the two lying down. As he began to get up from his crouch, the young ninja felt his eye burn intensely. With the surge of chakra rushing through him, he could feel the other part of him grab at his essence.
Naruto must die... Naruto Uzumaki... Must... DIE!
Boruto's rage built up, and his hand began to shake violently.
"Ahhh!"
Unable to resist his own will, Boruto grabbed his father's already passed out body, and continued to drain the future Hokage. Kurama's emergency chakra was now being acquired, and Boruto was surging with anger. Boruto's yells became louder as his eye continued to burn with the cursed part of him taking command. He hated his father for negligence, not enough to have him be murdered! His body felt like it was ready to give out, with all the excess chakra coursing through him. He deserves this, Boruto. Do it for her, for your mother! With a sputter, Naruto went completely limp.
Boruto, in a moment of lucidity, opened his shut eyes. "No... No... I-I-I-" Boruto began to tear up. "I really AM a monster!"
Footsteps approached from the side.
"Naruto, Sasuke! Are you two alright!?"
Kakashi and Sakura ran over, only to pause in place to see a person who looked awfully similar to Naruto, but wasn't. Kakashi stared in shock, a Namikaze in the flesh; hovering over the two teens. Boruto looked over to them, exposing his Jougan.
"Who-Who are you?! And what did you do to them!"
Without a second thought, his body reacted to the potential threat by using one of Sasuke's techniques, and trapped the two in a genjutsu. Boruto got up, and moved towards the two as he could feel his free will fleeting.
You have done well, Boruto. Perhaps you aren't so worthless after all.
The extraction of further chakra was agonizing to Boruto. He knew he deserved punishment for his crimes, but the punisher was the very one who caused his crimes to manifest. He was not going to go and kill another person; he was not going to kill both his teacher and Sakura.
This is for Sarada!
Utilizing his enhanced skills from having almost every empowered Chakra source; the tailed beasts, the rinnegan, jougan, and even a latent byakugan developed from his awakened chakra pools, he took control of his body before Momoshiki was to absorb the two dry.
Kid, what are you doing! Boruto!
Boruto finally ignored the voice for once, the one that led to him being this walking demon. Staring into the cosmos, he hand-motioned as many of his ninja arts as he could, and readied highly precise wind-styles rasengans out at specific sensed regions.
One such attack would hit the Momoshiki of this time, before the corruption. Boruto! NO! You're going to change too much of this time. EVERYTHING you know will no longer be the same! Exerting himself immensely, he continued his attack on known Otsutsuki members out in space, taking them out before they threatened the planet. You're making a huge mistake! This won't correct your wrongs, you're going down with us!
"You already did a huge mistake when you chose to kill my dad."
In the form of the nine-tailed beast, Boruto infused beast balls with his hi-speed rasengans, launching them out. You idiot! After 3 minutes of travel, he could hear the voice inside his head dissolve. He knew he was to disappear from this time; with both the mastermind of this time travel AND his own creator being dead. His body remaining still was solely a result of his immense pool of chakra sustaining his existence, but it would not last forever. Deep down, Boruto had forgiven Naruto for his poor parenting, now realizing what sort of villains existed out there.
And, speaking of parenting,
Boruto looked across the vast sacks of cocoons surrounding the God Tree.
The last thing he had left to do, before his total erasure, was greet his mother, to try and apologize.
With a swift cut, Boruto broke his mother's cocoon off and carried her to the ground. Soon, her personal prison began to unfurl, and her body was exposed. "Mom? Mom!" Boruto said, digging her out and holding her close. The 17-year old did not respond. Her eyes were fixed with the purple swirls of the rinnegan. "Mom!" Boruto shook his mother, but she did not respond.
How do I get her out of this genjutsu?!
Boruto had to act. In his time, Sasuke aided in freeing the people, but the Sasuke of this time was not in a condition to be helping others.
Boruto had to save his mother, and these people.
Focusing hard, he channeled his stolen abilities. The new copy-ninja, Boruto flared the eyes of the Uchiha, which seemed to dispel the curse placed on his lovely mom. Boruto laughed excitedly, seeing the perfect white eyes of the Hyuga reemerge. Hinata's vision blurred, but she could faintly see the silhouette of a yellow-haired, spiky boy with whiskers was holding her close.
"N-Naruto..." She muttered.
Boruto hesitated at those words, feeling ashamed. "No, no I'm not... Naruto... He's... Oh no." Boruto froze. He realized he not only had to apologize for what sick things he did to future Hinata, but also to having been apart of this timeline's Naruto passing on.
"Mom... I... How can I..."
Though not yet regained her strength, Hinata grabbed her savior by his collar, and pulled him in for a kiss. She didn't hear a word from his mouth, but the young girl was sure she was told 'I love you' as she had heard from within her dreams. Her knight was here to save her, and she rewarded him with her luscious lips.
Boruto was surprised by her sudden action. He could feel her drawing him closer. No, she shouldn't be kissing you Boruto. Don't let her do this! This is wrong! Boruto wanted to listen to his moral conscience, which had only recently returned, but her kiss was far too amazing to pull away from.
She will be your mother. Will be... This girl... is not my mother...
He embraced it, and tenderly kissed back. The two destined lovers locked mouths for an uncomfortably long time, with Boruto unconsciously zipping down the armor of Hinata to feel up her motherly tits.
This uncharacteristic behavior warned Hinata that something was afoot. Naruto wouldn't be so perverted, right? Hinata's vision cleared up, and she could see that, though this boy was like her love of her life, something was different. She tugged him away, breaking their intense make out.
"What? Who... Who are you! And what are you doing!?" Hinata said, trying to swat away the iron grip around her left boob.
Boruto snapped out of his lustful lull, and was now seeing his young mother as she truly was: fucking desirable. This pale Aphrodite was to be his, she was to be his one and only. Boruto swallowed his pride, ready to fully embrace the dark side without the aid of Momoshiki. He might be a fraudulent hero, but maybe it was better this way.
Boruto yanked on the fat tits like he was yearning to squeeze out the contents heavy within this hucow.
Her slap stung like a burning flame.
This Naruto impostor was not to assault her any longer. "Let-let go of me you bastard! What did you do with Naruto!" Her fiery resolve, the white glaze burning within those clear pupils showing her confusion mixed with fear, unlocked something deep in Boruto. He felt alive again, more alive than he should be in his final hours.
His hand never left her breast, and he cupped it again, feeling her well endowed mounds. They somehow felt fuller, despite having yet to be milked.
Again Hinata swung, but Boruto was now prepared.
The boy, knowing his apology was to fall on deaf ears, grasped the slap as it was in mid-flight. Hinata's eyes flinched, shocked at the reflexes of this Naruto wannabe. Suddenly, Boruto utilized his cursed mark, and began to siphon his teen mother's chakra straight out from her through her gorgeous boobs, extracting life force like he was a suckling baby.
Her body writhed as the extraction occurred, before laying limp on her cocoon from becoming bone-dry.
Using a wood-style copied by Kakashi, Boruto gripped both of Hinata's wrist firmly, planting them above her head as they stretched, before handcuffing her to the floor with thick roots. No earthly root, of course, would be thicker than his hard-on from hell, seeing just how hot Hinata Hyuga was in her prime.
"You don't know who I am, yet..." Boruto said, tossing his jacket to the side and pulling down his pants to the shrieks of the frightened maiden, "I had come here to apologize for what I did to you back then..."
"But now, in the real 'back then'... I'm sorry that I couldn't help myself, mom..."
The boy didn't bother delicately disrobing this work of art in front of him. Rather, to cut straight to his satisfaction, he sliced through his young mom's bulky outfit, shredding the black attire with ripples of winds. Her kitties would bulge out, bouncing outwardly like a loaded spring as a result of her flak jacket being eviscerated alongside her Hyuga training clothes and peach-tanned sports bra. The ripeness of her young breast intrigued him; her heaving breath likely a result of having to expend so many resources keeping these gorgeous things sufficiently plump.
They didn't sag, and showed little stretching as a result of not having been nursed from by him... yet...
Boruto licked his lips at how amazing they looked, hypothesizing that his dad must've greedily slobbered them up and suckled them dry. How else could they have shrunk in the following decades, when she became a mother of two? These were unmilked, untapped, unclaimed, and he would turn these udders into his!
But first, he needed to claim his prize for saving Konoha and the world from the Otsusuki clan. This was his hero's welcome.
Hinata's panties slid cleanly off her silky-smooth thighs. Her bubble butt posed little issue in the path of removal. Boruto's untamed hunger was ignited, seeing the youthful pussy laid bare by this version of his mother. The poor, poor girl did not know it, but she was to be liberated, in all of the wrongest ways. She, in all this chaos of her being forcefully made naked, didn't even register this assailant called her 'mom'. Out of instinct and fear, Hinata readied a yell for her one-true love. The woman opened her mouth wide, preparing to scream for 'Naruto' to save her once more.
Her mouth was instead stuffed fully with her pretty panties, causing her to wince and cough at the forceful entry. Her head violently shook, frantically trying to spit out her own flavor. Ripples of teardrops slowly trickled. Hinata was fully aware of this Naruto wannabe's intentions with her.
And she wept sad tears, knowing she was no longer able to save herself for her love.
Boruto did not think of the ramifications of ramming himself into past-Hinata. He himself no longer existed in this timeline's future, and yet here he was; exiting and entering the tightest version of Mom he has ever felt and/or 'should' feel into. His existence as he saw it, was to occupy this jailbait for as long as he could. And sure, this mom might have been still not an 'adult adult', but neither was he!
Hinata Hyuga of the now was, in fact, a year or two older than he was. Boruto decided that, if anything, this would be no different than him getting it on with an upperclassmen who just-so-happens to have been related to him by blood: 50% of it. Related in that he would one day come from inside of her. That’s all in the past, anyways. In the now, he accepts to coming from inside of her. He was already too far gone, might as well celebrate his last day in this timeslip clit!
And so, he slipped right in the clit lost in time: stealing his father's place across the space-time reality.
Boruto was feeling great.
Everything about young Hinata's body was absolutely velvet. Her walls were wrapped perfectly around him, like she existed solely to be penetrated by an Uzumaki. Maybe this privilege wasn't meant to be his, but he appreciated fate making Hinata's destiny to become a cocksleeve for a yellow-haired delinquent. Hinata's boobs slapped against themselves like Newton balls, and her nervous system fired like a machine gun at the constant signals of impact throughout her vaginal walls. Due to the nature of her youthful virginity, alongside the way in which Boruto was genetically dispositioned to fitting inside of her body, Hinata was unwillingly cumming loads over being assaulted by her savior.
Boruto could sense his time was almost up, as the energy of the 10-tailed beast was fizzling, but he needed to give this woman a river from within.
Deep within.
Hinata's slow trickle of tears began to be a river, as her attacker sped up his pace and looked starved for what her body could satiate him with. Her screams for mercy were falling onto deaf ears, regardless of whether her panty gag was to be there or not. She had spent all this time training, becoming a strong shinobi of her own to defend not just herself, but those around her. She was there in the battle against Pain, against Obito, side-by-side with Naruto Uzumaki, someone she was sure would become the greatest Hokage ever, and her future husband.
Her pussy was instead being pulverized to dust by her future child, just as her future self had dealt with hundreds of times before. Hinata wanted to return to the Infinite Tsukuyomi, where she was living in peace with Naruto.
They even had a pair of kids, one boy, one girl.
Surely, no son of hers would be such a monster and dare rape a woman! Especially her- his own loving mother.
Her first nursing came to be an unwelcomed surprise; the boy's first cumming inside of her came soon afterwards. Lips touched nips as pussy lips touched the base of the longest shaft in recorded ninja history. Her face flared to a crimson as the tongue dribbled her left nipple, just as her lower body began to be flooded with sticky sludge from the deepest depths of Boruto. He was truly alive once more, figuratively... and unbeknownst to him... literally.
The boy's body, feeling this could be his last moment on Earth, streamed the stolen chakra throughout his conquest to grant him the most potent and most destructive burst of sperm into the most fertile build of Hinata. It was unfortunate for her that it was her month, as the nozzle hosed her eggs in incestuous fashion. Boruto's borrowing of her vast Hyuga chakra pool was being redispersed straight into her, hitting the chakra point located squarely in her sexspot.
Her body made convulsions like she was having a seizure, which was basically what it felt like as her body went on power-saving mode from the sheer wrath of this son-semen trying to get her pregnant with her son. Boruto, feeling his lust and desire to thoroughly breed his not-mom mommy intensify, bit down on her blossoming bust.
Hinata flooded with all sorts of feeling as she was being flooded, roared loudly and spewed spit upon her saliva-soaked underwear. Her legs, knowing her body was to be dominated by this foe, accepted the loss and wrapped around her rapist's back. She was not only being betrayed by her future baby, but by her body surrendering and being ready to have her baby's babies. "
I... Am... Sorry!"
Boruto pumped and pumped, spritzing Hinata's cunt to paint it nice and white. He felt her scissor-legs urging him to blow buckets, and so he did. Boruto refurbished the interior walls with 9-month's worth of cum, coating the pussy with a fresh paint job.
And finally, it stopped.
Sixteen years of cum bundled itself in one fell swoop, unloading itself like a funnel straight to Hinata's fallopian tubes.
The recipient of the crashing wave of sperm was incapable of processing what had just happened; she could only feel an unbearable warmth resting between her thighs. The boy, likely a lower classmen, laid atop of her, having successfully laid and humiliated her. His penis remained embedded in her. Somehow, in some multiversal awareness, Hinata felt a sense of familiarity in this position: forcefully strapped, hopelessly trapped, with her sweet pussy endlessly clapped. She was a soiled woman, her body tampered with before she was ready.
"Forgive me, Naruto-kun." Hinata thought, wincing with fresh, salty tears sprinkled across her pink face for him not being her first.
"Forgive me, dad." Boruto thought, having unsuccessfully prevented himself from cucking his late-father after making peace with him.
Boruto and Hinata sighed, before passing out from exhaustion...
Hours passed, and Boruto had not yet vanished from existence.
With every insertion and dumping of his endless quantity of thick, potent seed, Boruto's life force restabilized. He was filling her with infinite sticky cummies. Somewhere inside of this young Hinata was the start of their next generation. As a show of good will (and acknowledgement that his mom was of no threat to him in her current state), Boruto relieved her jaws of her soaked panties, allowing her to yelp and scream into the void as she so pleased. Boruto was unleashing the wrath of the Gods upon Hinata's womb in public; spewing the contents of his balls in full-view to the hundreds of thousands trapped inside of the Infinite Tsukuyomi.
The idea of blatantly pummeling this damsel in distress was erotic, such as it had been so when he would sexually abuse his true mom and aunt back in his timeline within the forests of Konoha. Exhibitionism was not a kink he understood until he tried it. And, the more he infected her with unwanted baby batter, the more he admired this Hinata’s virginity execution. In spite of the spectacle that was his first ejaculation, he was still more than full of excited swimmers eager to enter her elusive, unprotected eggs.
It was more than likely teen Hinata was already fostering Boruto's Boruto, but he could never be too sure: especially with how enjoyable the action was. The contents being packed inside of Hinata's vagina was enough to get her pregnant three times over, and was potent enough to make it twice that figure. Even more than that, her fertility and body morphology complimented the invading semen awfully well, making her extremely susceptible to Boruto's assault.
It was clear the deflowered Hinata was the perfect woman for the boy; her flowing juices a natural lubricant for her son to squeeze in and out, to pump in and out, and to dump in and more in! Like a hot knife through butter, his thrusts spread through her inner most sanctum, explored every nook and cranny with vigor. He was not invited to enter her, but her buttery tunnel felt incredibly welcoming of his Uzumaki blasts.
And yet, after having his way with her and being in eternal pleasure, he was not meant to be within her for eternity. Boruto felt that the boost in life force he attained from turning his own mother into his own sister-mom was dissipating, and her sweaty, sticky body was not meant to be given any more now that fate was satisfied. He had since fulfilled the conditions to a closed time loop, having fully filled the cunt to a close.
Hinata, dazed but yet still cognizant, felt her perpetual attacker cease his siege on her inner most walls.
Delirium started to hit, a crooked, botched smile swept her as she turned to insanity. Her mind had broken, incapable of comprehending what she did to deserve being assaulted and spilled into. She
Her face was to the side, staring into the distance of the battlefield. She gladly would've taken being slain then, than how she was lain on the floor and subjected to the rawest dicking of a century. The woman had long since waved the white flag of surrender, but the rules of total war over the right to her bearing a child meant complete and utter submission. And so, though faintly still 'there', Hinata gave no reaction to being pulled out of. Having unplugged himself from her hole, a blob of goop gurgled out from her tightest of holes, pooling upon the floor after sliding down those glorious thighs. Her cherry had been popped long ago, her sweet pie topped with an unhealthy amount of cream that filled it to the brim and then some. She was never meant to be taken at this age; she had a few years left before she was supposed to bear her firstborn.
Her face was motioned to remain facing up, towards the boy now sitting atop of her busty chest. The villain without a name kissed the top of her feverish forehead, tilted her head up to lock lips, then gave her a wet kiss with an uninvited tongue to boot, before he slid his girth down her gullet. Her mouth engulfed the cock caked in a layer of their mixed cum, giving Hinata a flavor profile never tasted before. The protrusion made its way around her throat, before settling itself somewhere in the back of her throat. She coughed at the initial landing, having never yet deep-throated her husband in this life. Naruto had yet to make her an expert, and she was now having to experience a bigger beast in spite of this.
Her baby used her tongue to clean off the spunk that hadn't been absorbed by her swelling belly. He couldn't get it all off, but she did a fine job for being half-awake. Having gotten his fair share of her mouth, Boruto left it be, ready to present his last hurrah. Hinata's lips unfurled as his cock was withdrawn. It slid out like butter, having been lubricated with the mixed juices and blood from their hard fought battle, of which he once again laid victorious over Hinata. In all worlds, Hinata shall be his; his mother shall be his. Her face was demented, eyes in a lull and face flushed red with rosy cheeks.
"You're so hot, mom..."
Boruto said, stroking his cock to finish himself off. He grabbed her by the hair with his free hand to place it right infront of his bulging penis, and proceeded smear her face with a coat of white. Ribbons dribbled from her eyes down to her chin. Hinata sniffled, incapable of comprehending how utterly humiliated she had been. Her head tugged back and forth to look away, causing some of this yuck to press up her cheeks instead of dead on her eyes. Boruto completed his facial with a rubbing of the tip across her puffy lips, wiping away the little bit left to give her a taste to remember him by.
Finally... FINALLY... He successfully bested his father. Boruto was never meant to be Hokage. Boruto was never meant to be the greatest ninja. Boruto never believed in it. But, it would not be absurd to believe it that Boruto was meant to seed his mom. He wasn't a reincarnation of a God, but he felt like one as he gripped the angelic thighs of this mother of his. She wasn't his mother, not yet, at least. But she will be, and he was grateful for everything she provided him. She was what made him the man he was today; and he could never repay her properly.
Boruto gave a final look at the goddess' creamed complexion; eyes glazed with his thick glaze. Taking a deep breath, Boruto unlocked all 8 gates of chakra so he may tap into the rinnegan, byakugan, and jogan. The pain was negligible, as he just endured the greatest pleasure possible. His life flashed before his eyes, as he undid the damage caused by the Fourth Great Shinobi War, freeing the people and providing *mostly* everyone a bright future, free from the evil space aliens. As the world began to shine, Boruto smiled his delinquent smile, knowing he had partially redeemed himself, in a certain point of view.
Chapter 6: A Time-Slipped Clit
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"Kakashi-sensei, are... are you sure about this?"
Sasuke asked. Kakashi reclined on his seat, glancing at the paperwork in front of him. "What are you unsure about? There's nothing to worry about, Sasuke." Kakashi sighed, approving of an envoy to the Land of Lightning in a few days. "Your sarcasm isn't as funny nowadays. I am an ex-convict that was only pardoned because of my last minute repentance." The young adult folded his arms. "A pardon you gave to me. And now, you want to step down and have me be the next Hokage of the Leaf. Do you not see how bad of a look for the nation that is, Kakashi?"
Kakashi put down some of the documents onto the desk, before leaning in to address his former student. "I've got both of my eyes out these days, I'd say I can look about as well as I need to."
Sasuke scoffed, chuckling while still showing disagreement.
"Besides, I of course didn't plan for you to become the head of this country. With your whole 'rule with an iron fist' speech back then. However..." "Naruto, yeah..." Sasuke interrupted, head lowering to the side. "We still haven't even found a body. Whether he's dead or not, we can't say for certain. It's been years, though, and I can't wait around to fulfill his dream when you're far more fit of a leader than I ever was." Kakashi, seeing Sasuke still looking to the ground, stood up and walked over.
Sasuke felt a hand on his shoulder. "I know this feels wrong, Sasuke. That somehow, this was not how the world was supposed to turn out. But, at the very least, if you won't take the job for me, may you at least take it for Sakura? I can't have a man attempt personal exile when he's a dad; you're practically forced to stay in Konoha with this position." Kakashi patted the right shoulder once more, before taking his hand off the troubled man. With a sigh, Sasuke stood up as well. "Fine, I will accept the title of Hokage" Sasuke said, thinking of all the missions he had went on-behalf of this village. "I'm accepting it for the sake of Naruto; the slacker probably would like the seat warm anyhow before he takes the mantle from me in some death battle."
"Guess it's settled then. Well, I'm off to tell your wife you miraculously agreed; probably will make a jab at how you're doing this just to not have to come home as often."
"You're an asshole, sensei." Sasuke said with a smirk, as Kakashi shut the door behind him. The coronation would likely begin next week, once the news comes out about Kakashi's successor. Sasuke looked out to view the village. The past 15 years have been of pure peace, with few major threats to any of the Great Nations. Naruto was right; the world didn't need a God to watch over.
Naruto would've loved to see this new Konoha.
The last person who claims to have seen him was Hinata. Her teenaged son would indicate that to be true, but she has given no details as to where or even when their 'exchange' was. Likewise, she has become much of a shut-in, isolating and being more recluse than she was back in the Academy.
Sasuke, being as deductive as he was, didn't ever buy Hinata's claims, in spite of the whiskered, blonde-haired boy she raises alone. Naruto would never leave a family behind, he believes it. Hinata and him likely were together right before the Great Ninja War, explaining how she was pregnant during that timeframe... He thought. Either Hinata lied about bedding Naruto, or Naruto passed away... due to me... He of course hoped the first was the correct explanation, as he did not want the blood loss caused from their final exchange to be the reason Boruto has no father, and why Hinata has no husband. "May we meet again, old friend."
A Week Later...
"Boruto, get off your phone, you're not even dressed yet!"
The blue-haired lady bickered at her boy, pinching his ear. "Ow, mom! Fine, geez!" Boruto put the device on the couch, getting up to his mom's demand. "Also, I already told you to call me Bolt! Boruto is a stupid name!" His mom, who had ran into his room to get him his proper attire, stormed over. "Young man, you will not say such rude things! Your name is in honor of your father, the greatest ninja who ever lived." She huffed, tossing him his clothes for the Hokage ceremony, causing Boruto to almost drop the outfit. "If he's so great, why has he never, and I mean never, came and even said 'hi' to me? He's home less often than Sarada's dad is, and he's apparently gonna be our new king.
Hinata, stuck in her delusions formed over 10 years before, did not want to address her boy.
Hinata used to try to raise her baby correctly, to be a good mother. She tried to have him grow up normally, but turned stricter and stricter caused by some deep-seeded hatred, somewhere lurking within her. She came to see something about the boy that gave her bad emotions; some memory locked away in her isolated mind that gave her trauma. By the time he was 10 and enrolled in Konoha Academy, it was evident he was not going to be a normal boy; he was born in a timeframe where no kids would be close to his age. All the other boys, such as Shikadai, were half a decade younger than he was, and he was already showing signs of future delinquency. None of the other moms of the village understood her, and her relationships strained with those villagers who didn't believe Naruto to be her child's father.
Her boy ruined some of her friendships, and the brat wasn't grateful enough to have a mother like her to deserve her at her best.
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"Get dressed, we have about 30 minutes left before we have to go," Hinata, holding onto her formal dress, went towards the bathroom. "I'll be changing in the wash. Go to your room. If you're not changed within the next 10 minutes, you're gonna be getting more than just 64 palms."
With that, the woman went off to change. Boruto sighed, annoyed at how frustrating it can be being around this naggy lady. Everyone in Konoha says how nice mom is, when in reality, she's a real pain in the ass. Boruto has no one to complain to, as everyone around him is far too young to be friends with him, or too old to relate with him. Clicking the phone to blacken the screen, Boruto got up with a groan to put on his outfit. Walking over to his room, he began to take off his pajamas. "Ugh, MOMMM! You gave me the wrong shirt!" Boruto shouted, trying to get his mother's attention. "I swear she makes things hard for me on purpose," Boruto shook his head, tossing the wrong clothes aside on his bed.
"MOM!" He yelled louder, and yet, still was given no response.
"God damn it, Mom." Boruto angrily scoffed, walking over to the bathroom without thinking to put back on his stuff.
Hinata had her hair curled up into a ball, trying to keep it dry before her much needed rinse. The water had been running for the past minute and a half, and she had made the room nice and steamy. The young bitch did not consider the potentiality of her baby Bolt needing to use the restroom for the next 10 to 25 minutes, for her skin being supple was more important than him wetting himself. With her dress of on the shelf, Hinata began dropping her soiled clothes. Her bra slipped off from shoulder to shoulder, falling down to her torso, before she heard the door slam open.
"MOM, I SAID YOU GAVE ME THE WRONG SHIR-"
Boruto was in the middle of giving his mom a piece of his mind, when his eyes got stuck on his mama's wide ass. Hinata, hearing the door open, turned around and saw her boy creep up naked.
"Eeeek! "
Hinata screeched, holding her bra back up. Boruto stayed at the doorway, transfixed. For a moment, he had seen the forbidden nipples perking themselves at him. With them concealed selfishly, Boruto had to look elsewhere, and transferred his eyes to the lower regions of his mom; her clean-shaven pussy splitting the neurons of his brain with just her slit. Boruto's mouth began to quiver, feeling his first signs of teenage hormonal rushes.
Just then, his eyes were covered. Hinata had mistakenly tossed her beige booby cuppers to blind her son without a thought in her deluded mind. Boruto, now aware of what happened, took the caverns covering his vision, and looked at them head on. He saw his mom, with one arm over her voluptuous breasts and the other shielding her kitty. Her legs were twisted, exposing a bit of her bare bottom off on the side, and giving Boruto a clear look at this 32 year-old woman's figure.
Boruto squeezed the bra, gauging the size of Mama's milkers that he had milked many moons ago. "Boruto, drop my bra this instant! Then get the FUCK out of this room!" Hinata, for the first time, showed true ferocity, barking like the mad dog she was inside. She had been hardened from her experience with her encounters with past Boruto, and the trauma that was endured from being entrapped by a golden hair brat.
He paused, before letting the bra fall to the ground. His hand which gripped the soft fabric shook, began actualizing itself. His latent genes, untapped from his lack of training in this next generation was unfurling from the dark, lewd thoughts springing up. He soon 'sprung' up himself, having been hardened from his experience with his encounters with present Hinata, and the way she was looking at him in disgust. In the moment, she wasn't 'Mom', she was to become 'a Mom'.
With him as her breeder.
"I told you," Boruto's eye flared a unique white and gray, akin to a yin-yang. "My name is Bolt. Bolt Uzumaki."
The young mother's guts rearranged as her 'growing' boy grew more and more; Bolt's throbbing mass expanding from being surrounded by the best pussy in all of Konoha.
Hinata gripped at the hems of the shower curtain, trying to find balance and remain standing as her baby thrusted, and thrusted, and thrusted again. She had been speed blitzed, not prepared for an attack. Her byukagan was rusty, while her baby's sexdrive was freshly awakened. The new Yellow Flash took his opportunity strike perfectly, and managed to pierce his mother for the first time in this timeline.
It didn't take long before the force of the pounding caused the poor victim to accidentally kick her tub, bruising her ankles whilst also causing soap to fall onto the tiled floor. Not noticing this -her focus being on how to not be absolutely wrecked by her own son- Hinata lost her stance to her dropped soap, forcing her legs to wobble and and their bodies to collapse into the bathtub. The shower curtains were dragged with them, crashing and falling, knocking the water handle back to pouring water. The steamy bath, nearly filled up, splashed all over the bathroom floor as their bodies displaced the fluid to make room for the sexing bodies.
Bolt was fine, having been atop of his mother as she fell and hit her head on the sides of their nesting spot. Hinata's head was bonked by the falling curtain rack, just as Bolt's head reached the peak of its golden mushroom acceleration. Her rack splashed about in the flurry of the gushing water. Her body flailed, gasping as she drank up her own bathwater mixed with their sweat caused from the steam on their dripping bodies. The Uzumaki drill was now fully primed and prepped to begin striking the rich, sweet earth of his mommy's womb, to spill creamy oil from inside himself all the way into her self.
Here, was where Bolt was going to make Hinata have this new world's Himawari.
The boy jizzed out of his engorged spout, washing his mom's insides clean with his patented quarter Uzumaki sperm. Her body was coated in the dense, frothy bathbomb as her inner walls were coated in the dense, slimy spunk. Bolt cooed, indulging in this almost nostalgic feeling. He was young, younger than a boy should be expected to do such an act. His mother was not, and her bodies experience in being wrapped around his penis was now cumming to light. Bolt wasn't meant to rape his mom, but it was better to become a man and fuck his at-home goddess here than to engage in a brutal deathgame as he had heard about time and time again from the adults.
Here in the bathroom was no deathgame, but the new, 'badass' Hinata died as quickly as it was birthed.
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As this was all cumming together, Hinata was falling apart at the seams. Her mind had looped in on itself, having her physical self being subjected to the very sort of trauma she had repressed 13 years ago. She recalled the twisted smile of her assailant, the cruel pride of her conqueror, the smug joy he had from dominating her, all lying within her horrid teenaged kid who was currently getting her laid in twisted, cruel, and smug fashion. The water that was meant to warm her and relax her, was now scalding and making her have to be cognizant of the burning sensations and heated torture she was experiencing deep in her lower body. The goal seemed to be the same for both this boy's true father and the boy now...
Have her become pregnant, and ruin her life.
Her head kept banging on the bathtub, as her son kept banging her so he may deposit upon her blood-related eggs all that could possible be deposited. Bolt gave it his all, no longer a slacker by unlocking his true potential as a Hinata fucker.
"Mom...Mom..." Bolt said, eyes rolling back as he thrusted, feeling the floodgates within his balls collapse. This sensation was beyond understanding, the cum seemingly guided out of him knowing that it was entering Hinata Hyuga. He envisioned a reality where Hinata was a caring mother, and where he was to encounter great foes as his "dad" had before. He would be the new head of a sequel saga. He could feel his orgasms getting to him, and he shut his eyes tightly, before hugging his mom tightly. His lower half was moving on autopilot, choosing to continue until the semen ship had nothing left to deliver.
"Naru...Naru..." Hinata said, eyes shuttering as she wept, feeling the cleansing of her skin not cleanse her soiled vagina nor spirits. The more the sloshing, warm soap water brushed upon her skin, the more she felt the warm cum sloshing within her. She envisioned a reality, one that felt quite real and true, where she was in a loving family with her lost love; one where he was to be Hokage and not her love's rival. She was a happy mother of two, and the wife to the hero who saved the Ninja world. That reality was not what she was facing now; her reality here was to be really and truly squeezed of all her remaining innocence. With her dream of being with Naruto being replaced with the face of Bolt, she let her body go cold, and let the concussions knock her out to avoid feeling herself be knocked up beyond comprehension.
They were certainly going to be late to the coronation of Sasuke, and so will be this month's period.
It was just A Week Off, now it was all looking to be Nine Months Delivered.
Chapter 7: Redo of Naruto
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The Ninja World was a place of deceit, backstabbing, and hardship. Great Wars had *slurp* fought in the name of 'peace and order', but the peace would rarely ever last. In a world of perpetual conflict and bloodshed, a long *slurp* of peace and prosperity would have been completely unheard of if such an ideal *slurp* society was to be brought up any time before this New Generation. The threat of a greater adversary has long *slurp* forgotten, and many of the lost heroes are revered for their service to protecting this long lasting era of mutual respect across all the *slurp*. Today, we are here to honor those *slurp* who gave their life away for not just Konoha, but *slurp* of humanity!
Yaaaawn.
"Geez, we get it," Bolt said, stretched out on the couch, thoroughly relaxed whilst pent up.
"The people of the past were so much 'better' and 'cooler' and 'amazinger' and 'blah blah blah'." Bolt, with his grip firmly on his mother's hair, pumped her head up and down, bobbing her sweet lips on his morning wood. "At least there's no school today, so there's that to be happy about. Oh, speaking of that..." Bolt sat straight up, his penis swiveling and turning counter clockwise around the soothing tongue of his conquered lady. Hinata's tongue worked wonders around his dick, her sucking becoming quite potent after much training.
"It's that time of the day again, Mom. Open wide!"
Hinata felt her cruel master tug at her blue locks with both of his fists, yanking her and firmly lodging his rockhard cock in a good spot to feel the blowie. She was to be delivered her salty surprise of a breakfast; a 'special' tradition in this household for the past 8 months or so. Bolt had forbid her from eating 'normal' meals to start the day, only permitting this protein booster to get her up and running. She has long since become a stay-at-home mom, staying at home doing nothing but feeding her boy good meals, and being fed by her boy's awfully large loads. It cut down on costs, and kept both of them fed, somewhat.
Not like the mother, whom was a week off from her due date, could stop this mistreatment.
The motherslave's jaw locked; mouth engaged as the salty cream bursted from the leaky pipe. Hinata, not being able to spare any 'calories' as part of this cursed diet, guzzled the glue-like junk filling her throat. The potent semen was chock full of her good cooking, so she could at least compliment herself in how edible the sperm felt. Soon, the swimmers will fill her belly, keeping her at least fed until lunch where she may eat a more proper meal. Her belly was long filled with cum, along with her next rape baby forced by the boy. Her stomach bump was a telltale sign that she wasn't in control of the house any longer. Someway, somehow, Bolt already had a name for his little sister. Amaterasu was a cruel diviner, and Hinata took every gulped with disgust on her face.
That's not to say Lady Hyuga was in a position to bargain.
Freed from Bolt's grasp, Hinata moved her head off the shaft's head, so as to give herself something to inhale that wasn't just leftovers from Bolt's meal. Then, satisfied with her breathes, plunged back down to drink up the last drips. Hinata licked dry her baby, eyes filled with both hatred and acceptance. The mother needed every little bit of her routine meal ingested for her two mouths. She looked up at her firstborn, eyes pink from hatred at what he makes her do. Bolt just smirked, bending over to smack her bare ass, causing it to jiggle and ripple up to her swollen stomach.
He loved the proportion changes that came about following their first skirmish. Having successfully defeated the shinobi infront of him, Bolt was proud at how well she mastered the pregnancy Taijutsu. He loved her chest; their fullness a result of being a well bred mother, which gets enriched by her new meal plan supplementing their development. Hinata's breasts swayed, not bound by any unnecessary clothing. Bolt banned her from covering up, as any attempts to be clothed was met with being covered in a binding jutsu, before being rammed thoroughly until she begged for forgiveness.
Bolt could do as he pleased, live as he pleased, and treat his mom as he pleased.
Hinata was displeased, but it wasn't like this teen was ever going to listen to her pleas.
"Remember, Mom," Bolt said, enjoying the soothing licks on his tip. "the doctor said that Himawari would be coming out any day now, so you need to be a good little slut and eat nice and well."
Hinata didn't look up, finishing her breakfast with shame written all over.
"Awww, don't look at me like that. Are you hungry? Is my Mama hungry?" He said, mocking her. Bolt had learned the way to cracking Hinata, was to break her spirit. It was not a hard task, given her once naturally shy and introverted personality prior to losing the one love of her life. Hinata may be strong, but she is very weak willed.
"I'll be nice," Bolt shook a can of whipcream that he hid on Naruto's couch. "Mommy should be nice and full after this..."
With a sigh, Hinata looked up at her boy. She saw his face, the face that was like her Naruto's, but twisted with evil eyes.
"Thank you... Boruto..."
A shockwave of embarassment and fear fried her neurons at having called her owner by his 'dead' name. Her silver eyes widened, but with no byakugan to speak of.
"S-s-sorry... M-Master..." Hinata said, wimpily putting her head down and biting her lower lip to hold back a bark.
The young mother's face was now eye level to the freshly suckled cock; the head glistened by her saliva, firmness designed specially for her.
"Don't mention, it, you deserve this."
Hinata, swallowing her pride and the last ounces of jizz in her mouth, looked straight ahead to devour the cream resting on this monster's monster cock. As if he had the nine tail's chakra, he sprung up with ease, ready to be satisfied once more by his beloved momslave. She wasn't let off the hook so easily, not with a boy who loved his mother so much. The motherfucker named Boruto having fucked himself into her. By dinner, Bolt had successfully 'fed' Hinata to the point the line between pet and lover was all but blurred. If he wasn't so careful as to make sure Himawari wasn't harmed, he would have shadow cloned and rammed the life out of his white-eyes wife. His placating of Hinata was easy, her being nothing but a wallflower once her walls were torn down... Figuratively and metaphorically. He needed no erotic genjutsus to captivate her this time, as she had never experienced the love of a good man in this timeline.
Hinata was all his. The mother who reared him, who raised him, was completely his to raise a sister with. There will be years of trouble and hardship to overcome in the name of 'love'... And, maybe someday, she will learn to 'love' him back, in her own, master-to-servant sort of fashion.
Hinata was only human, after all. All people have their breaking points, and both her broken hymen and willingness to fight back were signs of her becoming the trophy wife worthy of a golden-haired Uzumaki.
Hinata, now satiated with a sweet treat following the salty main course, was to satisfy her dearest child in return. She was not forgiven for calling him Boruto. She knew the consequences, as she has felt before from when she pulled "Boruto Uzumaki" out of class for a sick leave.
Hinata began to turn her body over, backing herself onto her son's cock, so as he may receive his fill during his week off. She was a shadow of her former self, and was unlike the wife of Naruto she was destined to be.
Hinata was not the cold, icey self she had been for the first decade of being a widowed mother. Now, she was a fragile, broken woman who finds solace praying her next child will express more of that Naruto DNA that she could raise with care, without requiring pussy care.
Hinata's insides squeezed onto her baby's craving cock, and she bit her lip, feeling the pain creepily ease itself into pleasure, so as to be accepting of the rape as opposed to being subjected to endless pain granted by her unusual position as a mommy servant.
Hinata was malleable, breakable... just like her warm and soft insides through the ramming of Bolt's well-crafted penis. She will treat her boy 'right', and be everything that a mother 'should' be and more. Definitely more, if Bolt's continued warpath on Hinata's wet body was any indication of the direction their mom-son relationship was heading.
Hinata's hips wobbled, pussy pierced and speared by her own creation; her pregnant body finding itself confused as to why she was being degraded so when a daughter was to be arriving any day to be greeted by the eyes of her sorry-state-of-a-mother and motherfucker-of-a-father.
Bolt Hyuga was to treat this family the right way, one time-slipped clit at a time.
Believe it.
"Believe It!"
Naruto didn't know when or why he was brought back to this dreamlike state. The last memory he had, was successfully stopping Sasuke from subjugating the world by attaining the tailed beasts' chakras. He had, once again, succeeded in bringing peace to the Ninja world. But now here he was, back in his black t-shirt, the trademark-yellow jumpsuit lying on the floor by his bed. Naruto, long accustomed to his height following many years of travel, receded to a point prior to his growth spurt along his journey with Jiraiya-sensei. Here, in this second chance at life, he was back.
But things were different this time.
I can tell just from the way you are approaching me, that there is more to you than meets the eye.
The dark, shadowy figure behind the sealed gate growled, leaking pools of red fluid across the endless void. The atmosphere of this space was oddly nostalgic, if not a bit frightening to Naruto, who for much of his life had to deal with a greater inner conflict.
Ever since you have become 12, you have been approaching me, leeching me, of my tremendous power. A boy of your stature daring to approach me is bold- if not for it being completely moronic.
The voice boomed, with the breathing of the behemoth echoing as the beast stared back at Naruto with a singular eye.
"I can beat up those in need of a beating without getting any closer," Naruto said with a smirk, enjoying the banter with this more antagonistic Kurama. Naruto could really feel the fox's desire to crush him with those room-sized fangs. "Besides, you may not believe me, but trust me; we don't have to be getting at each other's throats... but literally as I'm not sure I can deal with you trying to eat me!" The boy prodigy began shaking his hands, as his face widened and a giant sweatdrop developed.
So why then, must you be a pain in my ass with this constant need to come at me in my prison, just to poke me? It should be obvious why you have so few friends, arrogant boy.
Naruto stomped his foot, and was ready to peel off the seal, but cooled himself off to recompose himself.
"Kurama, I need you to follow me on this. I kinda don't want you trapped in here as much as you don't want to be trapped in here. If we meet somewhere in the middle, then we maybe can split things down the line and see eye-to-eye!" The beast yelled, either out of anger or shock.
You dare talk about splitting things in the middle, when it was your father who split me and left me to both babysit and be babysit by a yellow-haired baby!
The floor rumbled, water rippling and sloshing as chakra began to flow.
"Woah! Easy!? I promise we have a solution, you just need to promise me that you trust me. I might not look it, but I'm more than just a 12 year old with a dog in him."
Naruto sighed. In front of him, was the orange fox that was what would either make or break him in this timeline. And, with all his knowledge and memories of the dangers that were to come to Konoha, he needed whatever shot he had to ensure he was better prepared this time around. Now, he could review in hindsight how much his father had sacrificed for him, a man he wasn't told much about until the very end. And, with the advantage of hindsight, he could do better to not just friends, but family.
And family in the true sense.
As unlike the reality in which he was swept away from, Kushina Uzumaki was still his living, breathing mother. He was to do what he can to allow this timeline and his mother he never had to enjoy a more prosperous future from his past... At least, if this bastard of a tailed beast was to be willing.
I don't know what you're thinking, Brat, but I can see this being quite interesting...
Chapter 8: A Hero's Journey
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"Rasengan!"
The water upon which they stood blew everywhere, sloshing about. Sparks of lightning, which only seconds before were rippling throughout Sasuke's hand, began to fizzle out. The rogue shinobi gasped, eyes widened, before his mutated body collapsed from the collision. Naruto panted, body exhausted from having to tap into the nine-tailed's chakra. Sasuke's unconscious body was dragged to land, his opponent wanting to not risk the knocked out ninja from accidentally drowning.
"Y'know... It's... a lot... easier... to work with you... when I know... you planned... to kill me..."
Naruto Namikaze fell over, palms on the ground. The battle was not a perfect 1-to-1 replica, as his partial meddling with his foresight altered a few events. That said, the descendant of the Yellow Flash was careful in not disrupting too much with his hindsight, even with his place in the new Ninja world being vastly different. The great shift of him being known as the son of the previous Hokage was massive, as thanks to his father successfully turning him into a jinchuriki without his mother's passing, Naruto was able to live a life without being a loner. His existence as a tailed-beast was still kept under wraps, as fears of another incited incident with Kyuubi without Minato was not an option.
"Kurama, you're as useless as ever, y'know that?"
Naruto rubbed his back, feeling like he aged 12 years, when he really lost 5. "Would it have killed you to let me borrow some to take this jerk on? I warned that he wants us to die!"
The whiskers on Naruto's face began to recede, and the pooling red fluid begin to submerge into his yellow jacket. I don't care what you tell me, brat. I'll only help for myself, you dying would be highly inconvenient.
"BASTARD! That's why I asked for your help BEFORE I went here! I forgot how much of a asshole you are!" Naruto roared, growling to himself. However, Naruto sighed, then took a deep breath. He looked up at the sky, this time victorious. Sure, his shoulder feels itchy, and maybe he has an only partially patched up hole in his chest, but he's intact and victorious. He successfully rescued Sasuke. Unlike the other times he changed the past, this one felt like a complete deviation. Before, he had wiggle room and could see how things will play out. Cutting Orochimaru off of Sasuke, however, seemed to be something unpredictable.
"Man, I hope this doesn't come to bite me in the ass."
"Ow, Mom! Not my ass!"
Naruto, eyes in the shape of sunny-side eggs, began to scream as the red-haired vixen began to beat him on the ass.
"WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT PLAYING STUPID GAMES, AND WINNING STUPID PRIZES!!!"
Kushina had her hair strung upwards like she had opened all eight gates. Naruto was unsure whether or not it was his imagination, but his mother's teeth became awfully sharp and massive. He likely was imagining things, as he was too busy bawling his eyes out from the pain. This wasn't a Kakashi thousand years of pain, this was one thousand times worse.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!! I'M SORRY!!!"
...
Naruto sat on his knees, face teary. It almost looked as if he was sitting honorably as a show of respect to his mother, but it was mostly due to him being unable to rest his butt on any other surface due to the swelling.
"I'm sorry, Mom." Naruto sniffled, face puffy from his crying.
Kushina looked at her son with a stern look, which pivoted into a more somber expression as she looked at him. Then, she hugged him, resting her chest upon his spiky yellow head.
"Honey, you're such a dumb boy. Don't do anything like that ever again," Kushina embraced her only child more tightly and pressed up tighter, "you're going to make me die of a heart attack some day."
"M-mom?" Naruto said, confused by the sudden shift towards sadness. He could feel his mother's warmth come over him, washing away some of the pain she had just inflicted just about a minute prior.
"I know you're your own person, and Mommy will always love you, but please don't do something so dangerous again. Please..."
Naruto could hear his mother crying from above him. Although it has been years since he has been in this world, he still wasn't used to having a parent. He never really knew his father, and he still doesn't now. The teen can't imagine the pain his widowed mom must feel, especially having such a headstrong, danger prone child that he is.
"I can't lose another of you... Don't be so stupid, Naruto."
Naruto could feel the scent of his mother wash over him. Her tenderness -quite a shock given her incredibly aggressive personality- was making him feel a strong emotion he had not felt before. His memories between the past and present began to merge, with the memories becoming an amorphous blob in his mind. The swingset that he would look back to often, the nights alone in his room, were being replaced with the memories of sharing dinner with Kushina Uzumaki, the stories she would read to him when he wasn't able to go to bed. Naruto remembered her smiles, her face, her kisses. Naruto shut his eyes, accepting of the maternal comfort he long never understood. He only focused on her body over his, her finger clutching him, the essence of being held lovingly.
"Okay, I promise."
"Jiraiya-sensei, are you sure this will help me with my training?"
Naruto looked over at the legendary ninja going in and out of the sauna house. He could see the pervy sage trying his hand at some of the beauties around, looking like a dog searching for his favorite bone.
"Trust me, my dear protege. I assure you that my five minutes of heaven is crucial to the plot."
The teen sighed. As he had once done, Naruto had spent a couple years under the tutelage of the great toadsman. Minus some nuances, most of the details remained fairly stagnant. Bringing justice and redemption to Orochimaru early was something that wasn't planned on his journey to getting stronger, but that was another plus in this other world. One large area of improvement, however, was Naruto's ability to access the three-tails far more comfortably, which was a surprise to any who saw it. The forth was still a stretch, but Naruto was at least not going berserk if he tried to push his luck.
"Naruto, come quick! There are some 'mountains' we must traverse! I'll have you know, your father loved this place."
...
"Wow, it's been a while, huh?" Naruto looked over to the village, which looked amazing to see again. The Hidden Leaf appeared almost identical to before Pain's assault, which was a sight for sore eyes.
"C'mon, kid. Let's get a move on. Tsunade said she'd consider a date with me if you come back in one piece, and I'm not willing to lose this opportunity."
Naruto groaned. He knew Jiraiya was getting played, but he was happy to have him around.
Around him.
Naruto was unsure of how to address the people around him. The last he saw of Sasuke seemed at least amicable. It wasn't like their final showdown where they made peace, but it seems they were at least cool now. He can assume how Sakura is, with her not having enough that could have deviated. Hinata is someone he is unsure of. He feels a sense of camaraderie with Hinata Hyuga, with no clue as to why. Somewhere, he could feel as if she played a part in the timeline divergences, but he could not quite put his finger on it. Naruto feels compelled to see her, for whatever reason.
"Hey kid, stop thinking and start walking. I'll treat you to some ramen while I go see our Lady."
"Alright!!!"
...
A sharp stinging sensation went thru Naruto's mind. Grabbing his skull, Naruto held tightly to his headband.
Brat, I'm starting to put the pieces together.
Naruto could see the large gate infront of him, with the fox staring straight back.
You're not meant to be here, are you? I could feel that something is not right.
The voice from behind the gate began to shake the water, echoing in the narrow hallway. Naruto was surprised to be brought in here involuntarily, a bead of sweat going down his face.
I can feel something is not right. The Gods are not happy with your meddling. My other is starting to be suspicious of things too.
Naruto was perplexed. Kurama's other half should not be communicating with him, as his father has been dead for over a decade.
I don't know what you did, but you are not going to like the consequences. I almost pity you, as I will have to make things worse before they get better.
"What do you mean, Kurama? Kurama!" Naruto yelled, his voice matured, but his question shaky.
Do not take things personally. I'm not fond of you, but I might have to apologize soon...
I doubt she agrees to what needs to be done, either...
Chapter 9: Awakened Tailed-Beasts
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I can't believe it... Why... Why could I stop this?
Why could I not prevent this...?
Why did he still... Have to die?
Naruto and Sasuke panted as they fled from Nagato. Sasuke, buying Naruto time, threw out oiled kunais to stall the advance of the Pains approaching. The last Uchiha's eyes beamed, activating his Mangekyo Sharingan.
"Report to Tsunade! I'll hold them off!!!"
Naruto fled back to the village, tears welling from his eyes. His prepwork for this moment was years in the making. Naruto knew about Pain far in advanced, and was ready in tow with an earlier reformed bestfriend. He had planned to back up the pervy sage in his fight with the Akatsuki. He was far ahead in his training, Sasuke had caught up in pace from making peace with his past. Itachi's death was seemingly unavoidable.
But why Jiraiya?
Naruto kept running, launching dozens of clones to distract the approaching Kisame with a barrage of rasengans. But something was off. Naruto could sense that, in this remake of his world, the world seemed to have tried to keep pace with his rapid development. Naruto was unprepared for Nagato to be at this level of strength, as if the universal powers had scaled to match him as some protagonist. Triggering sage mode, he channeled four tails to overwhelm the advancing sharkman, at the cost of some chakra.
"We're on it, Naruto."
The communication device in his eye, having reached within connection distance to the outskirts of the Hidden Leaf, began to static.
"We'll take it from here, Sakura out."
Naruto walked out of the Hokage office, giving Tsunade the chance once more to cry without being seen. Walking around the corridor, the blonde 'hero' could see the faces of pity, those who were not capable enough to help feeling sorry for Naruto's loss of a mentor. The teen paid no heed to them, simply walking out from the building. Sasuke successfully was retrieved from his fight, but was taken into the infirmary to be watched over. Thanks to the intel gathered by Jiraiya, Pain's weaknesses were now partially understood. Naruto held back for so long from leaking how to stop Pain, with the fear of scrutiny over his prescience.
He wish he had used his knowledge now.
The rain started to pick up. He was less than halfway back home, but he felt as if he had been walking for ages. The streets were darkened, and many stores were closed by now. He was not in the mood for a late night ramen.
With his hand in a ball, he smashed the floor, causing a large indent to be made in the dirt. I need to get stronger. I need to stop Nagato from destroying the village. I need to bring peace back to this world. I need to...
Naruto felt himself freezing up. His eyes turned slanted, trying to use chakra to suppress the pain, but it continued to well up.
...
Puny boy... You're such miserable company...
Naruto began to curl up, holding his hand in agony as his body boiled up in a red aura.
All you ever do is for others, when you can't even help yourself... How pathetic...
His face began to blacken, and a bloodish fog enveloped him, sharpened teeth replacing his usual set.
Wh-What the...? Why can't I control... KURAMA!
Silence, boy! You've shown me that you're not fit to be my vessel, so I may as well make use of your body...
Tail after tail began to extend off of his body. By the fifth, the excess energy was beginning to take a toll on him. Naruto, in spite of being far stronger than he was when he was at this point before, could barely stomach the fifth tail, and that's when he is prepared and trying to channel the tailed-beast's chakra. This was involuntary and in a fit of anger. And now, he could feel a sixth coming.
From what I've gathered... she's no better either...
"Naruto!"
...
A tenderness overcame the screeching half-turned jinchuriki. Palms clasped his torso, and he could feel a forehead rest upon his. The burning began to stop, and he wails slowly dissipated.
"Naruto! Naruto!!!"
A heavy chest pressed up on his; the heartbeat resonating with his own. The voice was soothing him, even when it was clearly screaming out for him. He felt reassured, and mothered. Soon, Naruto was defanged, and the tails melted away.
Slowly, the boy opened his eyes.
"Mom..."
Although his face was covered in rain, his vision could make out the beautiful face infront of him. He could not tell whether the rain had beat on the young woman hard, or if she was in the process of making rainworks herself, but she was soaking wet.
"Oh baby, you're safe. I'm so glad!!!"
Naruto felt a gentle kiss on his scalp, a peck that warmed him to his core, then a following embrace that tightened.
"It's okay, Mommy's got you now. Mommy's got you!!!"
Dinner was in silence. The sound of silverware clinking with the plates was all that could be heard, minus the occasional buzzing of insects from outside. The deafening silence lasted for minutes, hard for either to interrupt.
"I heard what happened to Jiraiya-sensei," Kushina began, "he was a good man. I don't know if he ever told you this, but he was your father's teacher." Kushina paused, taking a sip of her sake that she had out. "Jiraiya was always looking out for you. He swore to me, when your father passed, to be your godfather. He truly was a good man."
Naruto didn't respond, merely putting his utensils down before heading towards his room.
"It's not your fault, son." Kushina's face was now clearly puffy, likely from when she was out looking for him. "Jiraiya doing as he promised. He did his duty until the very end, and for that, I thank him."
Kushina finished off her glass, clearly caring more for the buzz than the meal she herself prepared. "If you feel hungry later tonight, feel free to finish your meal."
...
Naruto tossed and turned. He found himself incapable of rest, groaning from the failures of today's mission. Unlike the time before, he was there to see his teacher's final moments. He thought that could be some solace, but it wasn't. If anything, being there and seeing Jiraiya's shock face at having been followed in secret, and how Gamabunta was tasked with defending Sasuke and him from any potential bodies of pain not engaged with Jiraiya. He could see, before being ushered out, the smile Jiraiya had in his final moments.
"Shit!"
Naruto said, scratching his head hard enough that it could make a cut. His second chance at life had so far been so successful, so why now, was he starting to fail? Could he save Negi? Would he be able to take on Obito? Would Madara, then Kaguya be just as brutal of a fight as it was? Or, would they be even tougher?
What if his time slip was what triggered this shift?
"Shiiiiiiittttttttt!!!"
No matter what position he was in, he couldn't go to bed like this. Even with this comfiest of sleeping fabric on, he couldn't get any shut-eye. His thoughts were towards putting on his tracksuit, and rushing into the darkness to face Nagato for revenge.
Naruto wanted to yell, but he was certain that his yelling would wake up his likely sleeping mother. It was dusk, and he wouldn't dare awaken the drunken demon that was in a shitty emotional state.
Shit indeed. Naruto winced, his eyes bulging in their socket.
I commend you, Naruto Namikaze. No, Naruto Uzuamki, for your stupidity. For a human, you really aren't so bad, and I appreciate what you had done for me in the 'future'. The whiskered teen began to sweat. "You sure are talkative right now, Kurama."
Could be that you aren't the worst company to have around. You're dumb, but have got spunk. I think I know the solution to your problem. Naruto was ready to speak and say "really?!?", but the fox demon continued.
Rather, I will do the solution. Unfortunately, I cannot let you have a say in the matter. This is something a guy like you would agree to willingly, especially with how much you rather talk to the enemy than stop them. "Kurama, what are y-"
There's no better time than now. While I still am stronger than you, reincarnation of Asura, you will have no say in what a tailed-beast can or cannot do with its vessel.
Kurama where are you taking me... Kurama why are we going to my mom's room... Hey, Kurama what are you, h-hey, Kurama!!
I applaud you for your partial trust in me. You had unsealed me, knowing that I am no villain
However, that does not mean that I am 'good' the way you mere mortals see it.
Naruto's body had made it's way down the hallway of the Namikaze household, sliding the door inhumanely. In its possession, he had entered the bedroom of Kushina Uzumaki: the mother of Naruto Uzumaki.
Kushina snored softly, the window shining on her, showing off her gorgeous figure covered by the thin blanket. Her face was red, glowing crimson from the copious amounts of liquor coursing through her veins. She had drank to ease the pain of losing a dear friend. It was nothing out of the ordinary to make one's pain quelled by being hammered enough to ignore the pain. She was hammered; Kushina was hammered.
Whatever you're planning, I won't let you! Listen to me, we had a deal!
Naruto flashbacked to a few months ago, wherein he made an early pact with his tailed demon. In exchange for greater chakra flow, Kurama would be granted greater freedoms, and soon enough the full freedom he never had. Even after Kaguya's defeat, Kurama stuck by him, and Naruto was willing to give a shot at freeing him, and not to be fully reliant on a deity to get by. He was foolish in assuming the fox inside of him was the same that he had allied with then.
I like the way you talk, boy, but I am not so easily swayed by words. This is the only way both of us can reach our goal.
Without considering a single thing, "Naruto" gripped onto the covering that shielded the frame of the ginger mother, and unveiled her.
Her standard apron had not been taken off, likely that she did not bother with changing from having turned pissed drunk to ease the pain. She snored, then hicked: Kushina was unfazed by losing one layer of protection from the nine-tails' plan.
Kurama!!! Kurama!!! What are you doing!
"Naruto" gripped the green apron, and lifted it up to the mother's D-cup breasts. Alongside her white panties beyond in plain view, her midriff was exposed, revealing a mark.
I'm sure you're away of what that means, boy. Naruto, though stunned by seeing his mom's thinly covered privates, was more stunned to see the spiraling mark
The time before your birth is no different than the time you recalled. However, nobody ever told you how your father died.
His fighting prowess was extraordinary, and I commend his efforts to seal me inside of you while also protecting his dearest wife.
The demon began to rub the blackened markings etched onto the vanilla-cream skin of Kushina, causing her to wince.
However, unlike as you had lived through, Minato Namikaze failed to put part of me inside of himself. My other half still resides in this world... SHE still has my essence inside of her.
Naruto's arms began to become veined, his body trying to resist the overwhelming might of the beast operating. He could feel his hands reaching towards the hems of the little, white garment. Sweat poured from his fingers, as the hands began to vibrate whilst lowering the defensive barrier to Kushina Uzumaki's hidden village.
Your mother is quite strong and acclimated to being a possessor of a suppressed beast. She has known for a while that I wish to be whole once more, and refuses to allow such. Kushina Uzumaki has no respect for me.
Naruto bit his lip, seeing a tiny bit of the slit that ran parallel to his mother's body. He could see the tiniest bit, but that was more than he was supposed to ever do.
If you wish to attain the power needed to prevent future casualties like the one you just faced, then you will need to make me whole once more.
Her lower half was now exposed, the lips in perfect view now that her guard was down to her knees. Naruto wanted to scream, but his teeth were sharpened and gripped shut. His dampened hands were pulling down his skyblue pajamas, and he could feel the chakra nestled inside his abdomen oozing downwards to make him "stronger" where Kurama wanted him to be.
I trust you with my power, but I cannot trust you to grant me it without force. This scarlet devil you call Mom will not do, and I shall be whole soon enough.
Chapter 10: Jinchuriki Showdown
Chapter Text
Oh god... O-Oh goddd... This wasn't how my life in the new world... was so supposed to...
Naruto's palms clasped onto the thin waist of the sleeping beauty. Her body was positioned by his by the tailed demon. The faint breathes smelled of liquor, the lower body pungent aromatically.
This can't be... How could I... How could Kurama...
The pools of chakra had wrapped itself around the chakra point nestled around the groin. Naruto's energy was welling, swelling his weapon for tonight's fight in the forbidden chambers. He and his mother were to be a swift, decisive loss in the name of saving the village.
No... NOOO... This isn't right! Kurama this-this-this isn't- THIS ISN'T- you can't make me!-
Boy, I know you feel it. It's too late for you to stop yourself. I know you feel her
...
Naruto's hardened cock had breached the entrance seconds before as his inner dialogue was going. The teen could feel the soothing warmth enveloping around his penis; Kushina's succulent pussy being wet and fleshy as it gave her son's illegal dick entry into her passageway. The walls of her motherly zone were tender, and in spite of the tightness from being sexless for over a decade and a half, were experienced enough to know how to accept an unwanted guest.
Kushina's clitoris was welcoming, swallowing the whole shaft. Naruto, sharpened teeth gritting, were bared naked at the intensity of his entire penis being gulped down so wonderfully. Beads of sweat beat down on his scalp, and his pupils are turned slanted and crimson red. The inner kyuubi was beginning to take hold as the protagonist couldn't comprehend what had just occurred.
Accept my peace deal. I do not require your surrender to bed this woman, Naruto "Namikaze". However, things will be better off for you if you choose to accept the conditions.
Kushina's breath hiccuped, having missed a gasp of air from a sudden heaviness from below her torso. Drool slid from her pink lips, and her face grew a mild blush.
Naruto looked down, and could see the stretched out stick that used to be present had now disappeared, having been hidden by the thin flap between his mother's shaven cave. Tiny orangey-tinged buds remained, confirming her existence as a redhead. Kurama's powerful fox vision technique allowed the emotionally battered shinobi to peer through the body, showing the powerful chakra pools inside his mothers womb. He could see his girthy body part radiating a dark blue, surrounded by a wide sea of cyan and white, with tiny tendril-esque chakra veins stretching out to two abnormally strong chakra zones.
You see that swirling energy near you? That's a bit of my chakra beckoning for me... Wishing to become whole again. I need you to target that area, and let me make contact with myself. I will guide you through the process to ensure success... It is the only way, boy.
Kurama... I thought we were friends... Friends don't do this to each other...
Being the hero that he was, Naruto had not entirely given up. His knack for talk-no-jutsu allowed him to ease out of some of the demands put forward by Kurama, namely being no unnecessary damage to his mother, and Kurama agrees to no longer take over his body. It was still Naruto's loss, but he was hopeful that he would find a way to weasel out of this mess without any lasting problems. Certainly he'll manage to save the day as always.
I can't say that I am 'happy' of your arrangements, but I am willing to concede on these. Your dedication to being an idiot is worthy of my highest praise.
With that pledge of loyalty to his terms, Kushina's body began to be ravaged by her son and his inner demons. With her legs splayed out, the mother was perfectly positioned for an intense mating. Naruto was oblivious to such things, being only aware of Kurama's intent of 'reuniting' with his lost half, as Naruto was aware of from his previous life. Regardless, the red-headed hothead was being readily thrusted in and out of by her sweet baby's hot head.
Naruto was only capable of retracting about half of his dick with each thrust, mostly due to the power differential between his pistoning and Kushina's heavy gut suctioning. Her cavern was one difficult to dig into, as it was so tight yet matured. Naruto was not built to explore this hole, but with Kurama's chakra, he was required to complete this Sex-classed mission.
As Naruto's body became better at fucking, he could tell things were starting to change. His sleeping mother, who before was only letting out the occasional liquor breath, had intermittent moments of huffing and yipping. Her voice would hic, followed by an intense reddening of her cheeks. Her body was turning feverish too, as the mother's body began to turn hot. Naruto's grip, which had long been resting on the frame of Kushina's hip area, were not squishing her strong thighs. This positioned, as explained by the deep voice in Naruto's conscience, would keep the bodies better connected, and ease the process. None of this had slowed the progress being down inside the maiden's body, only accelerating the process.
Naruto could also tell this was feeling really good. He was trying to hide his enjoyment, but he could tell that what he had assumed to be his maximum size was being exceeded as he continued to rearrange his mom's insides. His limits were being broken, powercreeping his previous records. In the back of his mind, Naruto could sense that this was ruining women altogether for him, as something was telling him that no other ninja could cause him to release such carnivorous energy. Literally, as his teeth continued to be bared by the nine-tails to prevent him from speaking out. It's not like he would try to say anything now, especially now that his whole mass had been inserted and reinserted into his mother. If she woke up now, seeing herself being thoroughly assaulted, Naruto would learn true pain then and there, and have no need for the rest of this arc.
Moans began to whimper out from his mom, her huffing being changed to deep chuffing sounds. Her body was turning hotter by the second, and her tightness was becoming compensated by her body's natural solution. Kushina's moisture was heavenly, producing a lubricant that made Naruto's improving thrusts glide like a katana through a fruit. Her juices were lining the walls, making it the proper level of wet that Naruto could almost cream on the spot. But he couldn't physically, yet.
Be not fooled, boy. I cannot permit you to finish yet. We have to truly extract my chakra from her, and that witch is using her powers to stop us from successfully obtaining them. Don't let your inexperience be what fails the mission.
You bastard! What even makes you think that my unconscious mom would even be considering how to stop this dumb plot-
Naruto paused, as he heard Kushina grumble, and move her arms off from above to back down towards her belly, covering the nine-tailed seal.
"Mina...Minat..." Kushina's face began to quake. The smell of intoxication filled the room more.
Oh no no no no no no... Kurama! Get me out! We have to go... NOW!
As much as Naruto tried to budge out, as he had control previously as he was the one gutting his mom with his enlarged dick, he was now frozen stiff.
Kurama, you bastarddd!?!
Naruto panicked, his sweat now gushing from his head like a waterfall. His eyes turned from the menacing frows of a predator, to something likened to a cartoonishly large egg. Kushina's eyes glittered with the night sky's glimmer, eyelashes dipped in a bit of tears and natural moisture emanating from the procedure of sex.
"Mina...to..."
Kushina's opened into slits, revealing a tint of color from her pupils.
KURAMAAAA
Nothing.
Kushina's face lulled, her mouth agape from having spoken her dear husband's name. The widow's face looked stupid from the barely awake expression and drooping tongue. The last bits of pooled alcoholic saliva left her mouth and onto the bed.
So it seems they were a success.
Naruto was in horror. In front of him laid his barely conscious mother getting laid by him. Naruto could see how stupefied she was currently, as if lacking any intellect. Naruto wanted to ask his unwanted partner in crime what was happening, but he was five steps ahead of him.
The mixture I had provided for this moment is now taking into full effect. Having begun our chakra transfer, the concoction has done its proper job and blocked all unnecessary functions for this moment, which includes being awake.
Kurama... Kurama what did you... You son of a bitch D-R-U-G-G-E-D my mom?!?
I had planned for your arrogance. I chose to wake you up earlier out of fairness. I am unsure if you were aware, but for a few minutes during your dinner I was in command, and planned out tonight to what I expected would be reasonable. This way, I could account for things being as safe as possible. I'm not an evil monster, boy. There will be no need for unnecessary damages or threat of being caught now.
You did all of this with my body without my permission! How could you use your vessel like this? I-uh... You!-
Naruto felt his teeth retract, and his eyes turned back to his normal self. The chakra that was washing over his whole body was now descending downwards. He could feel all senses again, including the gripping of his cock by his mother and the soft meat clutched by his hands. Her bare ass was pressed to his legs, their softness being quite the drug itself.
The rest is up to you. I respect your right to autonomy a tiny bit, even if I hate this woman. Bear no ill will for me, I leave the choice to defeating Pain to you
Kurama... You're not getting off the hook so easily... believe it...
Naruto's plunges were harder than ever, his body naturally working its way through Kushina now knowing that she would not awaken. Her partially opened eyes were concerning, but her thin line of drool indicated how drugged she had been. The hero had not clue what Kurama had down, but he was regretting himself for not being able to accept the opportunity to end this torture. Naruto felt indebted to his 'friend' inside of him, and so he felt he must remain embedded near the womb of his mother. The sloshing from both of their precum was clear, making a noise akin to wet slippers as they touched the floor. Kushina's fairly nice pair of tits swayed to and fro at the shaking of the bed, which creaked slightly from the friction. Throughout all of this, pleasure was being felt. Naruto hated feeling so good, feeling such fun from defiling his blood-related parent when they're left defenseless. He was supposed to protect her, not prey on her when she's weak. But her weakness now was so inviting, and Naruto was perfectly fitting into her.
If the shoe fits, it must be worn.
Suddenly, Naruto felt some tingly passing through his bottom half.
Kurama, what's happening?!?
You have made contact with the chakra points that I possess within Kushina Uzumaki. It means your mission is almost complete, Naruto.
Naruto could feel it too. Although Kurama had been controlling his ability to release his "wind-style", the roaring of chakra in his groin was asking to be an unleashed ninja storm. The more he was getting the feel of his mother's innards, the weaker Kurama's control was becoming.
The shinobi could sense the pooling of something was more prominent. While the tingling from chakra entering him was a strong sensation, one more prominent was taking hold in Naruto. The sloshing began to be more abrupt and slippery as Naruto's pace began to be asynchronous and animalistic.
Kurama, I'm gonna cu-.
Naruto paused for a moment, his eyes widening.
"NOOOO! Get me OUT!" Naruto shouted aloud. "I can't cum in my own mother! That's terrible! Oh shit, I'm raping my own mother. Kurama! GET. ME. OUT!!!"
Naruto could feel the swelling of the storm coming closer to closer.
Your body is now in-sync with your mother's. I will let you finish this on your own. When the transfer is completed, you will know...
Naruto understood. Kurama's control over him was nearly non-existent. He could quickly pop out and get out. He was in-charge of the situation, he was going to be able to leave.
"I'm pulling out, Kurama, I'm sorry."
...
"Mi....na...to..."
Kushina gurgled, eyes rolling and tongue drooping.
Naruto looked over, tears welling from his eyes.
"I'm sorry, mom. I'm leaving now, it'll be over soon. I don't need to do this to stop Pain, I've done it before and will do it again."
"Mi...nato... give... it all... to me..."
Naruto gulped. In front of him, was the most beautiful woman in all of the great villages. His thrusting had never ceased, so he could see all the consequences of her body being violated. Her breath was steaming, though it smelled funky from the drink, her natural aroma was like an aphrodisiac. Her complexion had been pinkened by the subjugation of her body by Naruto's might. His authority over her body was absolute. He could feel the knot tightening, and he was almost out of time.
"I've got to leave... I-I've got to..."
...
Shakily, Naruto's arm's began to move off from Kushina's plump thighs, causing her body to wiggle erratically from the quickening pistons. Naruto lowered his body down atop his mom's pressing their chests together. Kushina's arms that were once on her seal were pulled off, being back atop of her knocked out soul. Naruto began kissing the neck, his arms wrapping around his mother's back. Once they made their way to her shoulders, the crossed arms made an 'X', and squeezed their bodies tightly together. Now lying horizontally above, Naruto dropped his knees a bit, and spread out his legs. Kushina's flailing feet crumpled outwardly, curling instinctively. The seals on their chests made contact, and began to adjust in shape, Kushina's oddily shrinking under the strength of Naruto's affinity to his Kurama.
Naruto Uzumaki planted his lips from the neck onto the opened mouth of Kushina Uzumaki.
He wasn't Minato, but he was going to give it all to Kushina.
His body tingled as the cum came gushing out, splattering the walls of the uterus with as much force as a rasengan on an unguarded stomach. The impact reverberated through Kushina, unclasping all of her 64 chakra points. Her body crumpled under the pressure, and deactivated like a robot all inhibition in her subconscious.
Kushina began to ejaculate too, exchanging fluid with her child. However, Naruto's wave was more powerful, and a tsunami of potent sperm caused a white-out of the Uzumaki bloodline. He did not inherit her hair, but Naruto inherited the ferocity and spirit of the clan, and the clan's essence poured all over the chakra pooling around in a swirl. The eggs that were set to be flushed out in wave of blood were flooded instead by an unexpected visitor.
Thank you, Naruto. You have performed as I wished.
The thrusting continued. The stickiness of his cum had removed the value of Kushina's wetness, but her tightness had been ceased. The lubricant now was pooling around her entrance, spilling out a bit thanks to Naruto's heav 'in and ho 'in. He hungrily attacked both the upper lips planted upon Kushina's mouth, to the lower lips that were sandwiched between her legs. Both were being consumed by desire, and both were obsessively defiled. Her cum oozed out, leaving the bed stained. The tingling continued as chakra continued to be exchanged, and Naruto could feel himself swelling.
What is... this feeling...?
The tailed-beast balls started to fire up. Naruto's thrust became more deliberate, and denser. Denser was the contents of the bomb growing. A second wave of cum bursted out from him, encouraged by the newly acquired Nine-tails energy. His chakra pool expanded, and required an immediate release out of lack of being so untamed. His tails began to grow on their own, and the two began to bubble in a blanket of red. The veil was less of a blanket than Naruto's semen onto Kushina's uterus, however, which turned the area into a new color. She had been fully creamed, and the exchange was withering away. Naruto was not down with the mouth however, and had assaulted her tongue until he couldn't breathe any further. Her heat was subsiding, but a new warming sensation had replaced it down in her bedding spot. Naruto could feel the grip loosen from her pussy, the pussy acknowledging that it had been defeated and would be no match for this challenger.
This signal a resurgence of Naruto's conscience. With a pop, the two heads were unlocked, and Naruto pounced off of his mother with a swiftness from post-nut clarity. Wiping his lips, he began to gasp and pant. Looking down, he could see his cock deflated, stickied up, and almost bruised from the battle. It was a long endeavor, and he had no clue how much time had truly passed. Looking over to his mom, he could see she was absolutely destroyed, with the outcome of her sleeping loss seeping out from under her clitoris.
"Oh god... I did this..."
Don't act like this was from your own power. I had granted this opportunity for you. Be thankful, boy.
"Shut up, bastard. That wasn't meant to be a good thing, this is... disgusting!?"
His mother was fully flushed red, and her body looked absolutely drenched in sweat. She grumbled, then scratched herself on the boob, which Naruto didn't remember putting bitemarks on, but hoped that they'd get off before her next shower.
As promised, I will no longer take charge of this body without your volition. You have my word, Naruto.
The teen sighed, staring at the consequences of his actions. He had just raped and potentially bred his mother, and all he could think of was how stupid this rewardless mission was.
"I'll clean up, just shut up for now and not speak of this again." Naruto looked over one more time, and winced at how much of the contents from his balls had loaded itself down his dear mother's baby area. Getting up, he went to pick up napkins and other stuff to wash away as much evidence of the night as possible.
Naruto Namikaze would only find out the next day that Kurama never stated their whole mission was complete. Naruto had only acquired a part of the chakra from the kyuubi resting inside Kushina Uzumaki, and would have to continue to battle her lack of pregnancy to secure the rest of his chakra to awaken the god beast within his loins.
Chapter 11: The Mother of the Red Devil
Chapter Text
Naruto could feel every inch of his mother's soothing embrace as his pistons rearranged the guts with every pump.
The eccentric teen was being engulfed from tip to hilt, his young mother's sheath having grown accustomed to having his saber lodged inside of it.
With each slowing thrust, he could feel himself losing track of the time spent forcing his entry until he couldn't handle the tight space.
His chakra pull was pooling, his balls heavy with anticipation for the battle's climax.
Unlocking the seals placed on their bodies, Naruto Namikaze let out his finishing move into Kushina Uzumaki.
His "cloning" technique began to sexually assault her delicious dungeon.
Our protagonist had, once again, successfully completed his daily mission.
Naruto woke up in a cold sweat. Panting, he looked around his room, finding that he had successfully returned to his homebase. The swirling of the energy in his torso, and the numbness present from his knees down, was an indicator that he had become a step closer to his goal. Naruto sighed, wiping the beads of water gushing from his scalp with his white shirt. He couldn't help but get drenched after being so thoroughly drained by the inner sweetness that was his own mother's cumhole. The boy does not want to see her pussy as that, but that pussy was nothing short of a vacuum for his hormone-boosted semen. No matter how much he manages to splatter them with spunk, regardless of how much cums leaking out from being too clogged with sperm, her body manages to soak up his dick's contents like a sponge. Naruto always worries that he has to clean his gunk out of him, as his absorption of Kushina's other half of the nine-tails does not necessitate their being a pregnancy risk thrice a week, but the kyuubi assures that there is seemingly nothing to worry about.
My other's healing factor will make quick work of any fears you possess, boy. If there's anything I know I hate more than being stuffed in a filthy human's body, is having to share that body with another.
The monster that houses itself inside of the two Uzumaki was confident in its own abilities to prevent a mountain-level scaling of problems arising from Naruto's mommy raids. If there's anything he knew about Kurama, it was that the bastard's confidence was never unfounded.
Speaking of unfounded, the past week and a half of preparations for the Hidden Leaf's defense against the future attack by the Akatsuki has become quite sturdy thanks to our future hero's foresight. No one would believe the threat of the Leaf's destruction, if not for Naruto's clear concern to the entire town's devastation. With his knowledge, the people have developed protection against the invasion of Pain, almost as safeguarded as Kurama claims his regenerative powers to be for Kushina's fertile eggs against her baby's continual onslaught of ejaculate. With the help of her poor tolerance to liquor, and her terrible awareness to said liquor being spiked, the demon's restoration plan has remained unfound.
With the sounds of sizzling and the smell of something good, Naruto shook his legs until they stopped feeling like static. It was time to eat. His mother's cooking would compensate for the spent chakra just a few hours prior.
Kushina's chopstick was shaking.
"Mom, are you okay?"
Kushina looked over to her darling, concern clearly covering his innocent face. Not wanting to show her weakness, the mother weakly adjusted her disposition.
"Oh, it's nothing, Naruto." Kushina said, giving a fake giggle. "Just feeling a little bit light-headed, that's all."
Kushina focused on eating, and managed to put the rice into her mouth. Her face was glowing with positivity, perhaps removing the concern from her naive child.
She was, in fact, not just a little bit light-headed. A week ago that would have been the case, but it has well been a perpetual migraine for her. Considering her unhealthy drinking habits ever since her beloved husband passed, she weaned off the glasses to just the bare minimum necessary to make her feel good. Her reduction wasn't helping. Alcohol was tasting worse by the day. She rubbed her throbbing head, followed by her torso, which has been constantly aching ever since the start of her afflictions. Kushina could feel her typically high chakra reserves drying up, as if they had been constantly burned through. She would ask her jinchuriki for help, but she could feel as if it was intentionally being distant from her. Animal spirits can't hide secrets, she thought, and decided to pay no mind to kyuubi's lack of support as she languishes.
With a sudden burst of pain, the young mother winced, and groaned.
"Mom?"
Dropping her chopsticks, Kushina planted her hands over her private region. She began to huff, groaning and biting her lower lip for support.
Kushina stifled somewhere in-between a cry for help and an erotic moan, having been delivered a wave of unwieldy ecstasy. I must NOT make any dirty sounds while Naruto is around! Kushina thought, her knees shaking and her toes curling up. Her body had been betraying her recently, having her wake up feeling all sorts of oddities that were not family friendly. She understands that she hasn't had sex in ages, but she was not one to typically feel aroused out of the blue. Her upbringing did not lend itself to her becoming irrationally stimulated, but here she was ruining a family breakfast by having to control a sudden burst of pleasure. She has no idea as to why, but there seemed to be a phantom feeling of being stuffed, as if something had lodged itself in her and left a lasting mark on her motherly walls.
Perhaps Minato was just that beast of a man in bed that she misses his yellow flashes.
With a final huff, Kushina stifled the last of her endorphins from a clitoris spasm. Her face was burning red, and drool had leaked just a bit from her mouth, but she seemed almost normal.
"Oh, I'm fine. Remind me to not drink tonight after dinner."
Naruto nodded, his face hiding his displeasure.
The whiskered golden boy was sure glad that the table hid his bottom half, as he was currently stiffer than any guy should get from seeing their mom go through a rape-fueled orgasm.
Naruto could feel his chakra points swelling; a fire broiling all around his body. The energy of the sage form was intertwining with the essence of Kyuubi, a strength almost at the point to which he could defeat Pain once more. With his knowledge on Pain's secret of being Nagato, and just wanting peace on earth, the hero likely had a very good chance then and there. But this, was to go even further beyond.
Naruto clenched his fists, having tightened his sweat stained leaf headband. Gritting his teeth, he let his froggy eye slits deactivate. With a huff, he would take all of the 'lessons' the late Pervy Sage Jiraiya had bestowed him that Naruto had long ignored. This mission was of the upmost importance.
His body was ready
Kushina's legs were resting atop her son's shoulders.
Naruto's hands were clenching tightly onto his mother's shoulders.
His legendary ninja technique was being mastered with every pump. Of the 361 chakra points located on the human body, 330 were being tapped into whenever Naruto's cock sloshed about in Kushina's squeezing cunt. While the grip that existed during the first two days of bodily combat had dissipated, the Kushina essence lying within Kushina blessed her with a healing factor that kept her pussy fresh enough to satisfy her son's ceaseless rapes. In many ways, the loss of suction, clinging to her boy's penis was an upgrade, as the red-haired vixen's mating hole became accustomed to his stealthy invasions. The mother's nature to nurture and grow her baby caused the entryway into her indecency to tenderly swallow up her baby's strengthening dick. The ecchi magazine's taught him well, too, and made Naruto's ability to successfully target all the right places to guarantee successful critical-hits were much improved. Naruto never cared for older women, or other women for that matter. He thought Sakura was pretty, but only mildly stomached her abrasive personality. Hinata seemed sweet, but doubtful of anything more, especially since she never showed any interest in him in return.
His mother's sweaty, hot mess when he aggressively assaults her lower body was intoxicating.
Kushina was herself deeply intoxicated. She didn't plan to drink, but her sweet child had left an opened glass of sake for her after she finished her laundry. She was so happy about the gesture, and could think little of why her son would do something so silly when he himself hardly is at the age to understand the beauty of alcohol.
The thrusts became heavier, Kushina's body already having orgasmed once so far this night from the roughness. Naruto came already, but his daily routine had made him develop a rather potent tolerance. Having never jerked off, he was not aware that excessive usage of his tool is supposed to make it less effective. Clueless, he just assumed his ability to cum 4 times in a night was a show of his mastery of the art, as opposed to Kurama's near-infinite chakra pool blessing him for such cooperation. The nine-tails gains no satisfaction himself, but he appreciates Naruto putting in the effort to free him and make him whole again.
Kushina's whole body contorted, her body being pushed upward. The mother's belly, which should have long been swelling from the copious amounts of incest sperm that have tried to penetrate her womb, was arched towards the ceiling as Naruto climaxed, causing him to lift her body up. Her smooth legs fell off from his shoulders, gliding back down onto her damp mattress. The sounds of splurts echoed in her chambers as Naruto blasted the lined walls with more cum. Being an Uzumaki, Kushina was built to be durable, but she could hardly withstand the force of a 4th creampie. Each ejaculation was equally as powerful as the one before, an oddity only possible by a well-trained jinchuriki. Likewise, she could fire off again, mixing mother and child juices from her leaking onahole.
Here it cums, Naruto. Prepare for this wave of chakra, it's not going to be like usual amount. I applaud you for your hard work.
Fistbumping the air, Kurama yawned as he channeled all 361 gates, causing the swiriling Uzumaki storm to begin piercing all of Kushina's vital chakra points also. Naruto could feel the extraction of the tailed beast's essence pooling into him, as he flooded mommy's soaking vagina. The exchange of cum was the medium to which the chakra transfer was happening, as had been occurring for the past weeks. Except this time, it seemed to cum to a conclusion.
Naruto, who typically nestled his face between his mother's motherly breasts as a sort of silencer for any moans as he shot his loads had instead put his attention onto his dear mother's stomach. The ever-fading seal that kept her beast at bay was already on its last splotches of ink, but now, with her cum delivering Naruto the last of the other half of Kurama into him, the black ink had all but vanished. Naruto almost teared up, seeing that he had done what he had set out to do and saved another friend in this world. Sasuke wouldn't have to live without an arm, and the nine-tails is well on his way to becoming wholly free.
His mom's hole was not yet free from his penis. Usually, Naruto would wait for other Kurama to succesfully heal out the cum that had to have been nutted down Kushina's pussy before leaving. The absorption of his spunk was a sign that he was off the hook for the night, and would only have to towel off the sweat and goop that may have drizzled out from the battle. All epic battles have rain in them, just these nightly dances had ejaculate instead of water.
That's when the realization hit him.
Naruto's technique must've been too good, as the last of Kushina's tailed-beast chakra was incapable of ridding Naruto's cum before combining with his half. Although the first three inseminations of the night were successfully disposed of, Naruto was currently still inside of his mother, feeling their latest cumming lining her damp walls. Kushina was thoroughly soaked internally by her son's sperm, something that she was now beginning to feel, with the haze of drugs and alcohol having been acclimated to, no longer being intentionally retained by the cooperative monster.
A chill was felt down Naruto's spine as the stirs of his mother's curling mass began. Kushina began to rouse from her deep sleep, her daily dosage enough to put down an elephant for a solid 8 to 10 hours. Her Uzumaki heritage, visible from her scarlet locks, was to thank for her innate ability to withstand intoxicants. It doesn't help that she also built a tolerance to the same medication being slipped into her drink, with the quantity having only been increased since the day before yesterday.
Naruto's panic would not subside, his dick feeling every twist and turn of Kushina as her body became alerted to a disturbance in her tenderized hole. Their ejaculate was still pooling, getting swished out from the mother's insistence on being fidgety. This never posed an issue when the Mrs. was simply lying limp as she got laid and busted into, but now the evidence was clear as day.
Especially since her boy's cock was still embedded.
"Uuuurghhhh..."
Kushina grumbled, eyes weary. The mother could feel something punching her gut, and a weight lowering her bed. The grogginess was inhibiting her thought patterns. Her drool, a fluid that generally came out from her during the night, was slurped back up, finding such an act indecent for a proper lady. Not that the ginger was one, but she liked to pretend when possible.
"Wha... Uuuhhhh..."
Kushina blinked, tasting the yuck in the air. She could smell the scent of sweat. She was sweaty. Her body wasn't completely drenched, but she had been hot and steamy in her rest. She was also naked, as she could faintly see the pink of her areolas from her eye slits. She could also see a pale figure above her, hands holding the light folds of her waist. It was assuredly a man, one who was roughly her height, more or less. The face could not be made out with her impaired senses, but she could see the yellow spikes protruding from the top of his head. Something was spearing her from within. She couldn't feel a wound mark, so the man hadn't place an open wound on her, but she could feel the weapon getting heavier, and slowly stab her between the legs. It hurt, but was a familiar pain. The size continued to shift.
The drowsy, but functioning woman stirred back to the face, seeing the yellow spikes from the man violating her sleeping body.
"Mi... nato..."
Naruto... Your partnership has shown you are a human worth trusting. You will need my power soon, so I must not allow you to burn through too much of it tonight. However...
Bump my paw. Listen to my commands for a moment, and I will grant you a reward befitting of Asura's reincarnation.
...
Kushina felt the spearhead that was lodged in her guts get pulled out. The exit wasn't so bad, but she could tell it only barely fit in there. Her cognition was almost back, but she was confused as to why her dream was so blurry. Her therapist said to report if she ever saw hallucinations of her husband ever again, but she has not done so in over a decade now.
Kushina saw the yellow-haired figure tower over her whilst she was in a fog. The mother saw what must have been his hand reach out towards her. She wished to clasp it, feel the warmth of Minato's hand once more, but her arms were just barely returning to their strength. Slowly rising her right arm, her fingertips drooped as she tried to embrace her lover.
Kushina felt the hand plant itself atop her snatch. Within seconds of contact, a surge of soupy chakra launched from the groin to the rest of her body, bubbling. Kushina's eyes, which were previously clouded from inebriation, was lit up. Her body felt reborn, refreshed of recent hardships. Wherever the red fluid covered, the area inside and out went through extensive repairs. She was not old, but she had gone through many years of hardwork as a single mother of a near social pariah. Her few, but existent, wrinkles and skin creases smoothed out, turning her skin supple and plump. The weights on her chest felt less saggy, as if she had never become a mother. A mother she was for so long.
Kushina was seeing now that the spiked fellow atop of her, stabbing her with their fleshy dagger as she was left unresponsive, had been the one she mothered all of those years before.
Her eyes lit up, mouth agape in shock, confusion and horror.
Kushina felt his engorged mass, seeping in sage mode and unsealed beast chakra, nuzzle the checkpoint that lead to her oddly warmed vagina. As the chakra had pooled around her, so too was their a pooling of something from within her special spot. The tip of her son's cock pressed up on her barrier, trying to force its way through without the proper toll payment.
"Naru..to...?"
She could feel herself replenished, especially within the spot where the chakra had made its way from. Her pussy was in a unique heat that was only present since she was a virgin. Kushina didn't quite get what Naruto had done to her body then.
She didn't understand what he had been doing ever since she knocked out.
Kushina was not sure what her son was trying to do with his penis pressed up to his mother's hole.
"Naruto... Wh-what are you... What are y-"
The thick pole found the right spot in the tunnel to enter from, and the flaps parted. The entrance was slow, but methodical. The mission was over, but a new story arc had been written in. This will be Naruto's "fill her" arc, putting all notions of right and wrong out the window on this pleasant, still night. The gates to Hell were fully opened, a path of no return for the traveler, and Naruto took the initial plunge headfirst. Kushina Namikaze, wife of Minato Namikaze, mother of Naruto Namikaze, was to know true pain.
Chapter 12: The Second Meteor
Chapter Text
The boy had transplanted the restorative gifts of the tailed-beast buried inside of him through his palm, rejuvenating the body of Kushina Namikaze. Having been the jinchuriki previously, she had been subconsciously tapping into Kurama's vast chakra, keeping her body fitter and younger in a manner similar to Lady Tsunade. Thanks to her powers she was still only budding into full maturity, with no stray white hairs or major signs of aging. But now, with the awakened latent powers of the reunited Nine-Tails, she had been blessed back to her true prime. Kushina Namikaze was returned to Kushina Uzumaki; the cruel passage of time slipping through her newly celibate clitoris.
Naruto could feel the entryway back into his mother's womb now possessed a tighter security. Positioning was everything now, the folds pressing up in a fashion that guarded his young mother's snatch from his assault. She was no longer just youthful for her age, but rather, Kushina was indistinguishable from being Naruto's age. Years of being widowed, the scars of childbirth, the cracks from suppressing the "demon" that once had to be extracted out of her; all had been melted away by Kurama's gift to his first human 'friend'. It wasn't long before a weakness in the fair lady's defenses was spotted and subsequently compromised, at which point the whiskered foxchild broke in.
"Naruto... Wh-what are you... What are y-"
Kushina's body quivered as Naruto's meat inched its way down her refreshed vagina. Having been factory reset, her tightness caused both parties to squeal from the sensation. Kushina's body had no reason to think that a potential mate as youthful as herself could be her own flesh and blood, and so decided to squeeze Naruto and ensnare his penis as he divided her narrow passage.
"Naruto... What are... nyaa you... No... You nyaa mustn't..."
Kushina's breath began to turn hot, her breath growing heavy.
Naruto's rock-hard cock buried itself more and more, digging through the tightness like an excavator through rubble. With each layer of mother's defenses penetrated, the more resolve flowed through his veins. He could feel mom's hole hugging his pole, squishing it with its most tender embrace. Her pussy was ready to accept an utter violation.
Kushina was going to have to accept her utter humiliation.
Naruto had reached the end of the tunnel. The hymen, restored in full within Kushina's peak body, pressed up to the tip of the sticky cock. Naruto's previous ejaculate, smothered in lubricating fluid from Kushina's body previously, had granted him a clean breakthrough. The roadblock ahead was something different. Something new. It was the sign that this time — this timeline — would reach a point of no return. Naruto's repossession of Kurama, the return of the last Uchiha, the arrest and rehabilitation of Orochimaru... All those events were orchestrated by his clairvoyance.
Breaking his mother's hymen had not been part of his warpath to a better tomorrow.
Naruto pressed up closer to the barrier. Naruto gripped his mother's skull, taking a fistful of her crimson threads within each hand. The boy had lowered himself down; chest to chest, stomach to stomach. The pressure weighing on the film protecting Kushina's innocence was at its maximum capacity.
"No... N-No... Naruto... M-my only son... Why..."
Kushina felt a strong aura pushing down her arms, keeping them pressed upon their marital bed. Naruto's teeth gritted, eyes previously slanted now reverting to his normal pupils.
Naruto had resolved to giving the "Red Hot-Blooded Habanero" his next generation. Kushina Uzumaki will restore the Uzumaki clan. Right here.
Right now.
As if becoming the embodiment of a spiral, Naruto swirled his hips like a raging typhoon. Kushina, fully awakened by her baby's relentless assault, gasped from the immense build up of friction between her tightened cunt and the aggression of the barrage.
Naruto punched the gut of his mother with each piston, feeling the thin hymen guarding her forbidden fruit wither away. He had seen her heavy gasp from his immediate blitzing of the pussy, and took that opportunity to lock lips. Kushina felt shivers down her spine as a tongue began dig around inside her mouth, the saliva within the mouths of mother and son mingling into a noxious goop. She wanted to pull away, but the interlocking of his grip around her skull enforced Kushina's acceptance of the makeout tactics her boy was planting on her. Planting was what Naruto was planning to do; seeding his mom's unprotected spot was something of a nightly ritual. The feral nature of her being awake and in her prime was turning this from a simple cumdump, into something far more engrossing.
Kushina winced, feeling Naruto's tongue violating her mouth and poking and prodding.
She tried to lash out, fencing the threat, but the battle was in the awakened toad sage's favor. His thrusts were also too much for her petite frame, his cock digging into her dampened tunnel. It was only natural for her body to lubricate the miner's path, and she was to have her cave thoroughly explored by the adventurous cock that she herself birthed. Kushina regrettably moaned, but was thankful her mouth was being silenced by her boy's hunger. She didn't want neither Naruto nor herself to hear that her body was growing erotic by this brutal raping. Her son's sexual desires were causing her regenerated pussy to be swollen, causing a mixture of pain and pleasure to stimulate every inch of her locked body. Her perky boobs would be swaying to and fro if it weren't for her boy squishing them down with his weight. Her plump ass would be shaking if it weren't for the counterbalance from the bed, which creaked and shook, the bed having seen better days before her son's routine night visits. Her tongue would be drooping out and drooling by now if it wasn't for Kushina's forced face-sucking.
She recognized that this whole situation was a disaster, and she was only beginning to face the Naruto ninja storm. She was still in thr storm’s eye; the calm was about to end.
...
Naruto could feel the warmth inside of him crescendo into a fire. The chakra pathways, fanned by his surging tailed-beast chakra, coursed and pooled itself into the usual place where he would require the energy.
Naruto was planning to expel his pent up aura.
Naruto released the grip around his mother's skull.
A trail of their mixed saliva dangled out when their lips parted. Kushina gasped, feeling the surge of oxygen supply from being freed out of her mouth prison. The long, heavy rod that was punishing her freshened hole also dislodged itself, leaking only a tiny bit of precum of which she could feel drip down her thighs. Her face was steaming red, redder than her locks, and she looked like a mess. Kushina couldn't quite make out her boy's face, only seeing the dark mass of a menace he had become fiending over her body.
Before the mother could fully process her freedom however, she felt a severe disorientation, followed by a spinning of her vision. She was now seeing nothingness, her face pressed onto the mattress. The young milf could only turn her head to the side before feeling her ass get pushed upwards, followed by a dense object inserting itself back inside her battered pussy. Her wrist were gripped tightly, and before she had a chance to process all the sudden sensation, felt the heaviest thrust from a man she has ever experienced. Kushina coughed out spit, the damage far exceeding any stomach stabbing she could ever feel. The feeling of being prodded coursed through her veins, and she was now made clear as to how comfortable she had become to being fucked by her son.
For how long, how long has her body grown acclimated to being subjected to such incestuous intercourse?
For how long, has her son been taking advantage of her in her sleep?
Kushina had no time to really ponder, as Naruto could barely hold it in. He was not used to this positioned with his mother, which was only compounded by her being cleansed of every speck of Minato. Thanks to Kurama, Kushina was now able to be freshly mated, and it was going to be his semen that would crawl into her womb. His previous batch was still there, but he was more than ready to release round two.
"How are you going to handle..."
Kushina began to sweat, eyes wide as she felt the fear of kami coursing through.
"the second one!!!"
Naruto yanked on his mother's arms, tugging her whole body. The spine pulled on in an 'S' shape, as the sex that had engulfed Naruto's mind into a fog reached a climax. Kushina's head rolled over, finding itself resting upon her child's right shoulder as thrusted into her one final time.
"Mom... Mom... Moooooom!!!"
With a thundering roar, the yellow-haired boy began to dump buckets of milky fluid straight down the flooded guts of his favorite woman.
The worn hole was already plugged and played with to his heart’s content, her spirit having been broken ever since his second cumming, but the child could not help but be his mother's vagina's interior designer. Ever since that fateful encounter they had, he had lost his respect for her day by day. His previous love, if that truly existed, was replaced with making love until he was fully satisfied. Satisfaction was always guaranteed with how buttery smooth he would be inserting himself, but levels fluctuated. Recently, he felt his mother hasn't been putting out enough to make his loads feel meaningful, like she was truly being inseminated by her own son.
Today was special; today he had been fully satisfied.
The smacking of moist lips to flesh was being intermittently paused by the sounds of gagging and gurgling.
Himawari, an innocent girl yet to understand what was happening, calmly suckled on her mother's tit as she nursed naive of the obscenity being displayed.
Hinata's body was lying sideways on a stool, being spitroasted by Boruto and his clone. She could tell the real one was the one currently ejaculating another round of rope into her as she struggled for air in the face of the pipe she was being manhandled into performing was clogging her throat. Her sonhusband never let the copies pump her full of their seed, his jealousy of getting final shots in the forbidden tunnel applying even to himself.
Hinata, eyes glazed over and soulless, glanced over to see Tenten in the middle of a headlock by Metal, who was in the middle of processing a multiple gated taijutsu assault on his mother's womb.
She couldn't recall when things became like this. It was only last month that the threat of another major conflict between the great ninja nations seemed eminent. Lord Sasuke was a week off from returning to the Leaf about the potential need to prepare the village for war when Hinata found herself atop of Hokage Rock, naked besides a collar and with words scribbled in marker across her body, being bounced around by the dicks stuck inside her ass and pussy. To the crowd of thousands, Hinata had been exposed to the world for the first time in years, and exposed to the world as currently being raped out of her brains by Boruto Hyuuga.
Hinata could feel the penis pulsating inside of her starting to let up its string of cum, meaning the boy was finishing in his satisfaction. The clone, losing the chakra that kept it afloat, popped out of existence after flooding her agape mouth.
It still surprises her to this day how the semen that comes out from a shadow clone doesn't puff to smoke.
Tired of seeing Tenten getting defeated yet again and being unable to do anything about it, Hinata jerked her head to the opposite direction. From across the park, Hinata could see young boys all hounding away and chasing down their mama to satiate the desire to fuck. She could no longer sympathize, her sick child of incest suckling away as she continued to be defiled was more horror than any these so-called friends she once had have to face now. Unlike these women, she could not even recall the face of her lover anymore; the thought of a happy marriage having been fully replaced by her boy's twisted face as he greedily took advantage of her perfect body.
She could not remember what followed well after she was successfully came into atop of the Hokage Rock, but lady Hyuuga recalled the dark wave shrouding the village. Like a poisonous miasma, a sickness fell over the village from where Boruto proclaimed his truth to the world as not a Hyuuga nor Uzumaki, but as something greater. As if awakened from some corrupted seed, he declared he saw a vision while intertwined with his 'lover' the truth of this world, and was now prepared to share it with this time.
With the second one came the end of hostilities in the next Great Ninja War, but also, the end of the ninja world as it was known.
On that day, ninjas from all walks of life were given a grim reminder. Whether it's through Kaguya, Momoshiki, Isshiki, or whomever, there lied a threat in every time-slipped clit. She never wondered why children born the past 14 years have had a male-to-female ratio of almost 85 to 15. With all the abuse she had received starting from the defeat of Madara's infinite tsukuyomi, she never had time to ponder on the oddities of things. It felt as if all the horrors done to her were building up to this moment.
Hinata felt her son's penis, which had been in and out of her body for the past 6 hours, finally recede. The screams of women younger and older could be heard all throughout. They raged into a crescendo, before suddenly trailing off. The sounds of bodies slapping upon bodies would be audible if it weren't for sounds of burning and destruction. Reeling from the small dose of shock she still gets from being clogged by the boy she subconsciously realized nowadays was not Naruto's, Hinata looked upwards to face the boy who made an example of her to the world. His eyes were clouded white like hers, but with a sinister look to them that was not befitting of his heritage.
"Boruto... Why..."
Chapter 13: Time-Slip Clit
Chapter Text
"Himawari, now's not the time. Your daddy-brother is going to be busy for a bit. Go outside and play with some of the other kids, okay?"
Boruto sighed, shutting the door in front of his 3-year old kid. As much as it pains him to admit it, he rarely has the chance to spend time with his firstborn. Sometimes he wonders whether he's being a good father. In some ways, he almost feels a cosmic level of irony in this, but he is very unsure as to why.
That being said, the young Shinobi leader was thankful that, due to the way the world runs now, his first son Hinuto is being properly looked after by caretakers. One of which being thankfully the trustworthy Hanabi, who due to not having been a mother before the great Otsutsuki red moon incident, was given the liberty to remain a second-class citizen role of village babysitter. Unlike her big sister, Hanabi has yet to have all aspects of her cherished virgin hole explored by her renowned "big" nephew.
It's better than nothing, as many ninjas had to be instead culled in the game of maintaining the mother-slave agenda. The Great Ninja War involving fathers and sons having to kill one another, flesh and blood duking it out in the name of the right to "their woman's" womb. There was to be no peace without genocide on one side or the other.
He stared out into the distant.
"You did the right thing Boruto," the proud leader of the Taboo Horde said to himself, "You have finally brought peace to all the nations, and freed this world of unnecessary conflicts. You have done what the textbook talking about Pain and Madara before you could not."
Boruto rested his hands atop his property.
"You, Boruto Hyuga, have freed not just Konoha, but all the villages of future troubles. You can't be getting doubtful of your struggles now, after having successfully become the first International Kage."
Boruto's cursed eyes began to twitch, his fingers gripping tightly his property.
"You have risen above, and become a legend. Himawari will understand in due time. All of your kids will. Everyone will look back at your struggle and sacrifices... With... much... fuuuuuck...~~"
From since he had to shoo away his little girl-sister, to looking out from the remnants of the Hokage's office, throughout this dopey monologue, there had been a suckling of his penis that was now at its limit. And he needed his ninja storm's release.
"Good girl, Mom. Goooood..."
Clenching clumps of Hinata's hair, Boruto thrusted into her throat, simultaneously yanking the hair so as to reach all the way down her gullet. Tears ran down her sullied, yet beautiful face. However, having been his bitch for about half a decade now, the queen of the new Ninja World had no fear of choking as she laid the pipe on her firstborn. She had forgotten what it was like to feel like a woman, and has meekly accepted her position as an accessory to be wrapped around her baby's babymaker.
~~Glack glack glerack~~
"I know, Mom. I'm not gonna rock you too hard. You've been a good little hole, and I can't risk anything for just a little bit longer." Boruto said reassuringly, tugging at his mother's locks as he blew his load into her experienced mouth.
Hinata groaned, feeling the familiar sticky, salty waterfall flood down the stream. With successive globs, she gulped and gulped, the smell clogging her senses as she inhaled oxygen through the nose. Boruto had been keeping his promise of being less abusive to her, now that she was holding within her their third monstrous abomination. She appreciates how Boruto can listen to reason, unlike some of the devils who see their last remaining parent as a means to satisfying themselves to their darkened heart's content. To this day, she cannot tell whether it really was the result of the curse that all these teens were willing to destroy their lives and fathers, or if these boys were all subconsciously sociopathic motherfuckers just itching for this chance to conquer their hot MILF.
Regardless, this is the life Hinata and her previous companions live now. If my husbands really loved me, he wouldn't have lost in the conflict is one way some of these conquered ladies cope with being incestuously raped on the daily. Likewise, Hinata couldn't have seen her daughter before she was walked out by the International Kage's servants, given that her face was being smothered by the pubic hair of Himawari's brother-dad, but she could imagine that her innocent little girl's blank and distant stare was the same as always. She can't blame that kid for such a response, as Himawari has been exposed to her own dad pounding away at their own mommy since birth. Hinata can't even imagine being a young girl in this world, hearing the occasional cries for help on the desolated streets from overly "hungry" boys. Nothing was left to the bedroom anymore, there was just one step below anarchy in Boruto's society.
With a puff of smoke, her son vanished from her face.
Welp, no wonder Boruto was so patient and nice to me. That shadow was far less abusive than he would actually be.
The door opened, and Hinata, who had been pressed up to the desk in the middle of the room, could hear the thuds as the young man approached her messed up body. The swell was quite the bump thanks to the work of Shadow #6969, and Boruto hasn't been happy with using clones since then, unless absolutely necessary.
"Sorry, onahole. I had to go out and deal with a small resistance out in the Lightning. Surprised by how big that group was, lost a few good men."
Saying this, Boruto plucked Hinata off the floor, and placed her in face-down defense position onto his desk. He was already naked; clothing being long forgotten aside from use as erotic material for mothers to wear.
"Sweetheart, you can't go too rough. Don't forget you have hick your baby again in me, right?"
Boruto went to town on his perfect wife's perfect slit. The beauty of Hinata was not just at how well she could handle punishment, but from how well she recovers too. She really was the Hyuga clan's hope.
"Okay, but, is it really my kid? I don't know if it event counts if we both agree it's probably one of my clones who you cheated on me with. And besides,"
Boruto rammed away like there's no tomorrow, making sloshes as their saber and sleeve rubbed each other.
"I should be your favorite kid no matter what. I'm the more important of the two inside of you right now!"
Hinata simply groaned. After all, there is no use negotiating with a deranged terrorist. She put her head up, not wanting to stare at wood as her boy's wood got its fill. The real, corrupted Boruto was still better than some of the true demons roaming around this hellscape, she bargained.
"No more than 2 times tonight, okay? I'm tired."
Hinata bit her lip, the feeling of being absolutely drilled flooding her nervous system. Her soul was gone, and so any part that considered this act wrong has since resigned itself to merely taking in the stimuli received from her master's cock. Boruto was quite proficient at fucking her, admittedly, and it was simply better to get him to get off.
As her mind began to melt from the pleasure, Hinata noticed a faint shimmer in the sky. Though dim, it was certainly growing.
"I'll stop at three. Take it or leave it. I want to have this pussy as much as I need, for 10 years at least."
Hinata ignored her son as he had ignored her. All she could focus on was the penetration, and the growing white glow.
The sky soon turned brighter, something anyone who wasn't too busy being carnal would have noticed. Hinata had to squint, the brightness being too much. She also bit her lip, as she could feel herself ready to orgasm.
"The Second Meteor!"
Hinata faintly heard a voice in the White sky. The beams of light echoing the voice.
That voice... It sounds... familiar...
"Believe it!"
The voice was familiar. Hinata's eyes widened. The light grew harsher, and soon, the outside world full of cruel parental rapists and bastard children was blanketed in white, whiter than anything Boruto could've done to her pussy.
It... it can't be... Is it?!?
As she began to ejaculate, as was Boruto, the world seemed to fade away, burning up into a nothingness. Her true husband had come to save the world. Come to save her.
Naruto...
"NARUTOOOO!!!"
Kushina's tears flowed down her reddened face, teeth gritting as she made a stupid face. She had been yanked by the arms, body forcibly contorted so roughly that she might have popped her back with how aggressively her child arched her tummy forward. She could feel her son's engorged cock pierce every single inch of her vaginal walls up to her cervix, ensuring minimum distance between her defenseless ovaries and the drop-off zone.
"The second meteor!!!"
Her body convulsed, falling limply upon her victorious child. Her head rested on his broadened shoulder; his daily routine of injecting into her being a crucial part of his routine workout that she was not aware of on account of her being constantly drugged to the point the past weeks have become blurred. Blurred perfectly describes her mind, her headspace having been clouded by the head spearing her deeply so as to cloud it in a milky white.
The meteor shower had made impact.
The now 23-year old mother felt her teenage boy's multi-combo hits land into a clean perfect. Naruto Namikaze's damage to her virginized body was brutal. In spite of Minato's greatness, he was a man with honor and dignity, even in the sheets. Her second cherry pop by this golden boy was nothing like that. And nothing, nothing like what his following assault was currently doing to her. Ksuhina's toes curled, the warm seed melting her innards like magma as it oozed into whatever nooks and cranny the sticky goop could fine itself flowing into.
Kushina's tears became a waterfall, the nine-tailed spirit that had been freshly plucked out from her was resealing itself in her ruined tubes.
Naruto could feel his mother's canal clutch his penis like a suction cup, her body built to last and being the perfect vessel for his chakra-infused cum. The body does not discriminate against whatever wishes to make babies with its host, so Kushina had no say in how her natural instincts chose to guzzle down her baby's baby batter. She was built by destiny to bear the child of a golden-hair warrior, and that is what her instincts will into being. She will continue the Uzumaki clan through one Uzumaki to another.
Two lifetimes worth of semen made a glopping noise as it flowed endlessly into Kushina.
Much to her raped souls dismay, Kushina's body hungered for more, and it snapped onto the pole that had so vigorously impaled itself directly into her deepest depths. The mind and body of the boy earnestly obeyed, and the tailed-demon inside of Naruto gifted him further chakra reserves to maintain the water-style release. Kushina's narrowness was a detriment, however, as this raging rapid was far too intense for the maximum volume that could pool itself. The excess runoff previously destined for Hinata Hyuga found itself streaming down the seeded mother's splayed out legs, sticking their bottom halves like gorilla glue.
Naruto kept cumming
Naruto kept cumming
Naruto couldn't stop cumming
Naruto came over and over into his mother
Naruto...
Naruto, whose eyes were sealed shut from the ungodly orgasm he was receiving, opened up a bit. A flash of light engulfed his vision whiter than Kushina's caked up womb.
The boy hero could see into the white. Naruto could see the swingset, his past life's losses and grief. The hardships he faced in the name of becoming Hokage. In another life, he had went through hell and back to retrieve his lost friend who everyone gave up on besides him. He could see the results of his persistence, wherein he would usher in a great peace for years. Naruto watched as the him he never was proceeded to discover his unknown affection towards the girl he never looked twice at, and would manage to secure his spot as one of the Leaf's Hokage. He had reached his dream, alongside a loving wife and two children.
Naruto's cum began to trail off
Naruto could feel the hardened walls that encouraged his cock to blast his mother loosening up
The living legend saw deeper into the white. He saw a darkness engulfing the white. Something was changing, a taint had began to build itself in this vision. Naruto could see his boy grow, but be punished in trying to be a hero through the curse of an Otsutsuki invasion. He could see the boy who looked so similar to him turning darker and darker, becoming corrupted not just by the evil spirit within him, but by his own father's neglect. Naruto could see the darkness, and how it would proceed to destroy the world. Naruto wanted to scream out and tell his future son to stop, but he had no mouth as an outsider looking in. The boy would do unspeakable things, things not so dissimilar to what he was currently doing. But far more malevolent, fueled not by love, but by hatred.
Naruto was teetering out, the area around their groins being dampened by the mixing of parent and child juices
Hinata was the first victim of the boy's hatred of his father. Then came Hanabi, an unintended casualty. The boy got his revenge on his negligent father, and proceeded to dismantle the very world he so hated. He would create it anew, and Naruto saw then and there, that the renewal required his own death. He saw beyond his own demise that day, and saw the new world, one also in seeming peace. But, it was not to last. The tainted child spawned something just as corrupted if not moreso, and had begun to destroy the world once more in a age of corruption. What kind of monster could do such terrible things?
Naruto let go of his mother's arms, and greedily gripped onto the meat of her thick thighs. Bumping her head off his shoulder, Kushina's head fell forward, and proceed to be spun like a top, with the tip of the top being the regrown stick lodged in her. Naruto turned his mother over a full 180, and could see her demented face from the volcanic eruption that had creamed her freshly repaired taint to a point of no recognition.
Naruto held his mother's wrists once more, and pulled her back, plugging her pussy with such speed that the semen inside poured out. This was no issue, as Naruto was reinvigorated. His training had prepared for this climactic fight. He knows he will beat Pain, but he must ensure that he wins on his parent's bed.
Ksuhina was not built for such a beating, and could hardly respond to the intense sucking of faces being forcibly pressed upon her by the child that was no longer less than half her age. Her body went on autopilot to compensate for Lady Kushina's utter defeat, and awarded the victor in the battle of the bedroom with a sloppy kiss. Her breasts were feeling quite full, her youthful body preparing itself for the next nine months. The prideful heir of the Uzumaki, the first lady of the previous Hokage, had been lost to the violation, and would thus equip herself with her son's penis to remain rooted and not be left flopping about from his swirling of the sex organs. Those powerful thighs scissored her son's back, keeping her sexy body stable as she was tossed down and preyed upon by a frenzied thrusting.
"I'm sowwy... Minatoooo... I'm being waped... waped by ower babyyyy.... I'm... so... sowwy....~~"
Kushina was most certainly impregnated. Kushina Namikaze, formerly Kushina Uzumaki, his mother, was currently carrying in her womb enough of Naruto's ball contents to get as many as 5 Kushina Namikaze seeded and breeded.
The hero did not see it that way, and channeled his remaining energy for this final showdown.
I will not let this world go back to that! I won't let this world down! I will be Hokage! I will be the father I wish I had! I will succeed where I once failed! I won't let this world fall ever again!
The bed was shaking far intensely from the hours of use it was not designed to handle. A leg keeping the fucking in the sheets gave out, causing the glistening, mucked up bodies to tumble off onto the floor. Kushina landed on her head, but she had long since checked out mentally that the collision was like nothing changed. The mother in her prime was now her boy's undeserved cockskeeve, and she was going to be, as followed:
raped then cum into and raped then cum into until her boy can no longer rape nor cum into her
I will be the better man, and give this boy of mine the life he always wanted! I will not BOLT out when the duty comes, I will just become stronger!
The floor thudded each and every time Kushina's fat ass hit the ground. With the immense amount of gunk glued between their bodies complementing the suction from Kushina's pussygrip on the meat that was destroying her, the two had their lower halves sometimes clung onto each other, causing Naruto's hefty thrusts to carry along with them Kushina's legs during the pistoning. The sound of flesh on flesh slapped, along with the sound of body fluids squishing as the dick punched the semen deeper and deeper down to press the loads right into the eggs who will bear their illicit child.
It was soon time to complete the hours long mission, and by complete, it meant time to go beyond all shadows of a doubt that the future Hokage fulfilled this mission's 3-Star requirements. He was to go even further beyond. With the last remnants of potent baby batter yet to be buried inside his mother, Konoha’s nine-tailed monster would be certain across time and space to have rewritten all of ninja history, hopefully erasing all traces of the darkest timeline up to the point he was murdered by his unborn son.
At least, that’s the possibility.
"Pwease... don't get me pwegnant..." Kushina's brain was emptied of intellect, her mind shattered by the back breaking blowout. No amount of healing jutsu could repair the total pulverization of her heavenly pussy, which was now reformed to fit the shape of her current master's dick. She was carved out like a pumpkin, with her own seedlings being forcibly scooped out by her son’s insistence on his defiled mother orgasming her guts out, simply that his own seeds get inserted back in its place. Kushina felt herself being internally rearranged, a sign that she may bloom once more thanks to the seeds of her own creation. She was unfathomably stuffed, but the stuffing refused to end.
Naruto, Ninjamaster of mother Kushina’s six-pathed destiny, was not sure if reinventing history within a part of history already so irreparably changed would actually fix any upcoming problems. He saw what his middling did with Nagato’s Pain, as his balls filled with Kushina’s pain. For all he knew, him fertilizing his mom’s precious eggs will do nothing to solve the issue he once created, but he was already so many inches down that he could no longer cum out from this figurative and metaphorical hole.
This was the path he was given, the true six-path awakening. Gripping his mentally retired mother by the head, he tugged her down, triggering her leglock to tighten. The obedient thighs coiling around submissively triggered Naruto's chakra channels to open-wide, and he would let out his final burst of fluid.
"This is for you, Hinata... For Sasuke... and even you... Boruto..."
Chapter 14: Kushina Crushed
Chapter Text
Kushina's suctioning snatch siphoned all of the white chakra horded inside of the upcoming Hokage.
Kushina was working tirelessly to shrivel up her husband's libido, even if it kills her: an outcome with a high possibility, seeing as his battle prowess was matched solely by his carnal urge to explode from his second head. Regardless, Kushina continued to push forth, riding and grinding on Lord Naruto's unrelenting rod's unrelenting geyser erupted muck all over her unprotected privates. It had to be this way, as 1) Kushina had to make some concessions to be granted permission towards being a chaperone for their twins' field trip across the great nations and 2) It was declared de facto in the household that no condoms may be permitted, which will become de jure once the Lord was sworn into office.
As fluids bore through her like a waterjet, Kushina's body beaded droplets of sweat from utter exhaustion. She still did not quite understand to this very day what her son had done to prevent the ever-looming Fourth Shinobi War. All she gathered, after being in a two-weeklong coma following her son's utter destruction of her body the night prior to Pain's assault. The pain induced from her seemingly well-mannered boy's assault had kept her bedridden all throughout the events that transpired, including the prevention of Obito's resurrection of the Great Ninja Madara, the successful containment of the Ten Tails, and apparently the freeing of the tailed beasts following Sasuke and her child's interaction with a man named Hagoromo. All of this was thoroughly relayed back to her from a hospital bed by Lady Tsunade, filling in the gaps in her consciousness. "Kushinon" was also made aware that she was called "Kushinon", a long-lost member of the Uzumaki clan who was valiantly discovered in the aftermath of the partial destruction of Konoha by the —distantly-related— Uzumaki Naruto.
'Kushinon' wanted to speak up about this sudden lore dump surrounding her, but simply held back, seeing as the 'Hero of the Great Nations and all its Villages' was in the room watching over her. The mysterious redhead was also made aware by the Fifth Hokage that her pregnancy was coming along smoothly in spite of her coma, and that the Fifth was quite glad to see the yellow brat that her old friend Jiraiya had raised up finally growing into a proper man. Kushinon held back her feeling of absolute dread and horror to the news, aware that she was in no position to speak. It's not like her being a mother again was going to be much of a surprise, seeing as her last moments before becoming a short-term vegetable was being ridden in bed all throughout the events leading up to Naruto's saving of the world. She also felt simultaneously heavier and lighter, the former likely due to her next little one wishing to join this new era of peace, whilst the latter being attributed to her now being half as old as she used to be. She used to look good for her age, and now was even moreso thanks to the surgical nature of jinchuriki chakra absolving her of any wear gained in the past two decades.
Now, 10 years after being rudely awakened twice to some troubling truths to her new normal, Kushina, publicly Kushinon Uzumaki, finished flopping up and down on her hubby's endless desire to give her a fifth child. Blessed the estate was by Konoha's tax dollars to even consider that a possibility, but Kushina could not imagine going through a third pregnancy with her second husband. Even if she understood that she was nothing more than a perfectly-tught cum sock to her big boy, she held just enough sway within their unconventional family dynamics to decide when he was allowed to impregnate her. Consent as to when and how much she was to get brutally fucked during a family-bonding session was not in the cards for her, though she at least was given the decency in possessing the privilege of using contraceptives as need be. Lord Naruto just loved feeling himself leaking into his mommy’s uterus far too much to accept using rubber, but if he was allowed to rub her insides thoroughly, she was allowed to plan B as part of her shinobi defensive strategy.
Of course, seeing as she was making such a huge demand, that being doing her motherly duties by tending to her two adolescent boys for two weeks, and seeing as she hasn't been bearing a child in the past 5 years, she will relent to her husband if he so wished. It wasn’t preferable, but she’d relent to having another mouth to feed, so long as her inseminator promised to not take advantage of her lactations during feedings. It wasn’t preferable embarrassing enough being bred by her child, a man “older” than her violating her was far to degenerate to accept.
Kushina's eggs were very much nourished in her boy's dickmilk, having successfully extracted nine servings from the start of the evening til now. Feeling the Lord's totem of power soften for the first time in forever, she unstraddled herself carefully, making subtle movements so as to not spill the contents everywhere. A good housekeeper hates a big mess, and there absolutely would be quite the mess if the stuff messing around inside of her lovehole was to simply pool all over her mattress. That was the last reminder of Minato she retained, and the longer a physical memory could be retained, the better.
She had a train to run with her pair of boys in the morning, but from experience understood just how importance this draining of her first boy's balls were in keeping the peace.
It couldn't be helped that she failed to properly rid his soul completely of the wants for his mother. Planting her sweetness on his face, she proceeded to clean up the mess left behind from such an arduous mating session. She likewise failed to prevent any spillage, and had to lap up with her tongue whatever was there on the sticky cock before it all dripped down onto the freshly done sheets. She wasn't completely spotless herself, and was somewhat glad the boy still had the energy to clean up his mom's own filth. It was only fair, Kushina thought, but it was a nice gesture regardless. Her suckling had slightly resurrected the staff's length, but it was too battleworn to actually continue the fight.
Underneath his 23-year old wife, the oldest son, older than his mom thanks to his demon fox’s meddling, was far too weary to continue on now that he was mostly wiped clean of any semen, but inside and out. Nearly every gate he had closed itself off, incapable of pushing on, just as his tricky wife had planned. Same could apply to her, mind fully on copulation mode and having temporarily reduced in IQ from being mindbroken. By the 4th unloading her speech became incoherent, and thus did nothing but moan and squeal from there on out.
A nap was in order to refill both of their depleted chakra levels, with Kushina in more dire need for it from having saddled up and cowgirled this bull, but first, a shower was in order. Kushina was unsure of her appetite in the morning from having just ingested a hefty mouthful of cum, but she was going to be rest assured that her spoiled kid was going to at least be satiated for a few days, and hopefully, the remainder of her absence. Kushinon was likely going to need a breather from chaperoning duties until Kurama's blessings fully replenish her capabilities, and thankfully the friends she had made would be more than willing to watch over her kids whilst she handled her kid's kids swimming every inch of her gut.
8 Days Later...
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Naruto was now less than a week off from being able to properly bed his lady.
Naruto was moment’s off from reaching his absolute tipping point.
Naruto, the soon-to-be Hokage of the Leaf, could feel the tip of his chakra point pulsating. Kurama —though now a subdued accomplice after years of the duo’s predation upon Kushina’s eternal, fleshy internals— was an insatiable beast. The tailed fox began to secrete its overwhelming chakra, leaking prematurely at the urge to expel its infinite desire.
Naruto… Lend me your body… We must settle this curse put upon us by that witch at once…
”Shut it, Kurama. I know, I know… I’m ‘hungry’ too, okay? But we must settle a good example, if I can’t survive 13 days without blowing buckets into my mom, then I can’t survive a single day as the most important person in the world.”
With that, the young man slapped himself, receding the fox’s influence just a bit. Kurama would never admit it, but the worthless runt that he was stuck with was now more than capable of shutting him down if need be. In this new life, that situation had never arisen with their combined efforts to prevent Madara’s return, backed with the help of deeply impregnating their impregnable wife. It was obvious that if he had to stand down, he must. However, as partners in rape, Kurama could not accept the situation at hand, and reflared his energy.
Naruto… The body is willing, and the flesh yearns… We cannot sustain ourselves like this… Especially since… there is fresh meat for us to make do with…
”Dude, what are you on about? Stop talking in your archaic, riddley ways and just speak to me normally! You know that I was just on my way to the bathroom to jerk one out. It's the most we can do for now."
You are fool... if you think your silly... wind-style hands... are anything close to the fire that comes from what we are seeking...
"Okay, look, when Kushina gets back with the boys I’ll make sure to drop off the kids at Iruka-sensei’s and make sure both of us will be left feeling satis-“
A shuffling of fluffy slippers emitted from down the hall behind the world's proudest hero. A soft yawn could be heard, alongside a grumbling from the man’s chakra pool.
“Daddy… Who are you talking to?”
Behind the man, was his youthful, weary flesh and blood. Kushari was, for him, proof that he could make right the mistakes he made with Boruto in his visions from another lifetime. Destiny had even brought back Boruto in its own unique way, him being one of the two boys he had left Kushina alone with, despite his jealousy. Even if he had to wrong his mother to accomplish this redemption, here Naruto was doing nothing but the best he could to be a proper father for his little girl. He had plans at his incoming coronation to reconstitute the Leaf so that he may be able to properly spend time with his mother/wife and children. This new world was all for them.
Kushari, physically, was at current merely half the size of her mother, but was certainly physically shaping up to be much like that woman in a couple years time. The Uzumaki family's first child had plenty of room to grow, being a mere shadow imitating the lustful body she had derived from. The family tree could not be any more perfect, besides the fact it was a semi-loop. The proof of this genetic perfection is supposed to lay dormant for a little while longer, nested deep within her maturation until properly bloomed. Inklings to how her proportions would be enhanced with age could be hinted at by the nubs that cupped outwards from her pajamas. It was only beginning, her proper form only starting to reveal. Kushari Uzumaki just needed more of her precious rest while the night was still young, young as she may be, all so that she may finally develop into a proper, beautiful virgin maiden reminiscent of the 'long lost red-hot habanero'.
“Daddy? You gonna say something?”
Kushari was supposed to be asleep.
She was supposed to remain in bed like a good girl and give him time to head out and clear his head. She wasn’t supposed to be out at night, especially now with a scent. There was no controlled chakra release turning the greatest Shinobi of the modern day into a Six-Pathed Sage. Right now, in the darkest of nights, the dog inside of Naruto was sharpening its claws as it had done when he was but a boy, unable to hold back the swirling urge to tear apart his next fighting partner.
Deep down, this cursed beast chakra had long frightened Naruto of this very possibility; equally as afraid as he was jealous of his twins being allowed to be left unsupervised with his red lover. Their creations were tainted and so were not be trusted, and he knew he himself wasn’t any better, not when left alone with needs.
“Oh, is it Kurama? Can I see him? Mr.Gaara let me see Shukaku last time he came by, and it was so, so, so, so, so cuuute!!!”
If you request an apology, that may be arranged some other time… You may stop me if you so truly wish to do so… Otherwise, I’m granting this little Kushina her wish…
Kushari was still groggy from being rudely awakened by her dad’s self-nagging in the middle of the night. He had been doing it for a few days now, but today was especially loud. And today, having finally mustered the courage to see what the commotion was all about when she was to be going to school in the morning, was left confused. Her towering father still did not respond, but did finally turn to face her. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but daddy wasn’t looking like someone willingly given the position of power due to the love of the people. Right now, in the dead of night and alone, he had stiffened whiskers, and eyes bloodshot, mouth drooling at the sight of her. He was certainly reeking in power, much of which could hardly be considered coming from a place of love... at least not the proper kind.
“D-daddy?”
"I'm sorry. You look just like your mother."
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