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Of Jinchuriki and Uzumaki	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 50072 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Of Jinchuriki and Uzumaki
(look at me, I’m copier, trying to come up with a title that doesn’t suck… and failing!)
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Alternate Universe history:
            Meeting Kushina while doing his biju training allows Naruto to summon her soul from his own and give her new life. The war was over and stuff, and Sasuke is on a journey of self-discovery of his sexuality or something. Blah-blah-blah. Do you care? I don’t. Here’s some Naruto/Kushina!
~~~A month following the disbandment of the Fourth Great Shinobi War~~~
            Uzumaki Kushina had a bright smile on her face as she roamed the once-familiar streets of Konoha, her arms cradling bags of groceries. Oh yes, after seeing her son’s mighty collection of cups of ramen, she swore that he would eat healthier, well-rounded meals. It was a rather humiliating encounter when Naruto introduced his mom to the ramen shop owner. Teuchi had laughingly said that her son singlehandedly kept his shop in business; she exploded with the temper she had been known for, accusing him of stealing her son’s hard-earned money and shouting that Teuchi shouldn’t be giving a boy such an unhealthy dosage of ramen. Needless to say, Teuchi closed up the ramen shack that night to sulk, even though Naruto assured him that he would sneak in for the usual orders of ramen.
            Aside from his eating habits, Kushina was very proud of her son. He had made so many friends and was even declared the hero of Konoha. His friends were an interesting lot, though she noticed his particular eagerness and suspiciously-shy behavior around the pink-haired girl named Haruno Sakura. She was quite the little lady, Kushina had decided; she even noticed a resemblance between Sakura and herself with the distinctive color of their hair and their fiery tempers.
            “Good morning, Kushina-san!”
            Kushina gave pleasant smile when she saw the pink-haired medic-nin heading her way. Sakura truly liked Kushina, as she kept her rambunctious son in check, and she was admirably beautiful with her long, tomato-red hair.
            “Hello, Sakura-chan. Are you looking for Naruto?” Kushina teased with a smile that was obviously inherited by Naruto. “He should be back at our apartment.”
            Flushing in the face, Sakura embarrassedly denied any interest in her son, though Kushina just saw this reproach as children awkwardly twiddling around with one another. “Tsunade-sama wanted me to come in to do some training…” She trailed off, as if giving some thought to the matter as she stared at the bags of foodstuffs. Making up her mind, she held out her arms and said, “But I don’t think she’d mind if I was a little late. I’ll help you carry those.”
            Without even waiting for permission, she relieved one of Kushina’s tiring arms. Kushina thanked her and headed for home, sharing the usual small-talk between girls of two generations. Of course, Kushina couldn’t help leading the conversation towards Sakura’s feelings and future intentions for Naruto; Sakura once again flared with denial.
            Kushina twisted the doorknob of her son’s apartment, muttering something about how he needed to be more careful and lock the door more often. Opening the entrance happily, she declared her arrival and the bounty of nutritious foods that she would prepare for dinner. However, her jaw dropped when she caught her son in the midst of debauchery. Startled and stammering, he turned his back to her and struggled to cover up. “M-mom! I… I wasn’t…” Naruto tried to hide what was just in his hand, but Kushina and Sakura had already seen his shame. Sakura, deeply red, voiced his name in disappointment.
            “What did I tell you about eating ramen for breakfast, tebane?!” shrieked Kushina, spinning her son around to confirm that he was cradling a bowl of instant ramen in his hands. Though he protested, she tore away his favorite meal and tossed it in the trash. And while her son was left to grieve, she set her hand against her forehead and took a very deep breath to calm down. She wasn’t called the ‘Red-Hot Habanero’ for nothing, after all, but those were her childhood days. She needed to calm down; she was a mother now, not the fist-wielding girl all boys shrunk in fear from.
            Still, she had hoped that her Naruto would have known how serious she was about his diet after she had thrown most of his ramen stash in the dumpster, allowing him only one cup a day, which she would slowly wean him off of to one time a week and so on. She couldn’t deny her shared passion for ramen, but a successful shinobi must be more nutritional than that.
            “Your mom went shopping for you, Naruto,” Sakura admonished while pointedly setting both of bags atop the kitchen counter. Before, there would have been no room for anything to be set anywhere, but upon her arrival, Kushina had done her motherly-best to keep the house neat and clean. “You can’t spoil your appetite.”
            Suddenly swooning, Naruto leapt out of his seat excitedly, startling his mom from his sudden enthusiasm. “Does that mean Sakura-chan is going to make me dinner?” He had always fantasized about Sakura working over the stove and preparing meals – mostly just ramen – for him, and his naughtier visions included her wearing an apron and an apron only.
            “No,” laughed Kushina, hiding the urge to slug him and ask if he did not think her own homemade cooking was not up to par with a much-younger girl’s. “Tonight, I’ll be making steak with salad and rice. We need to work more of the essential food groups into your diet.”
            That didn’t sound very exciting. Naruto set his whiskered cheek on his fist when he fell back down in his seat. Ramen had been working just fine for him all these years, though he supposed Kushina felt a need to make up for all the meals he had missed out on. That thought, at least, brought a smile to his otherwise dissatisfied features.
            Kushina rummaged through the groceries, setting out the food to be prepped. It was ten o’clock, and it took some time to prepare a truly glorious feast. However, she soon discovered that she was missing a few key ingredients, which she scolded herself for. “I forgot something, tebane,” she whined. She looked to Sakura, as she trusted her much more than her son to set out all the food and put it away; Naruto would most likely cram everything into one big mess. “Sakura-chan, I know the Hokage summoned you for training, but could I ask you to put away all the food first?”
            Sakura could not refuse and told Kushina to take her time. Smiling, Kushina headed out the door and back to the marketplace. In the meantime, as Sakura began to organize foods based on size and type, Naruto was fawning over her again. “Sakura-chan’s all alone in my apartment with me,” he practically sang. He put his hands on her shoulders, but she didn’t turn away from her sorting. “What should we do… oof!” His eyes crossed when Sakura’s elbow rammed back into his stomach, causing him to double over.
            “I’m working,” Sakura grumbled while he crumbled to the floor.
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            Kushina wandered through the rows of shops, spotting a few, newly familiar faces. That Shikamaru boy that was friends with her son was there, trailing after a loud, irritable woman who was probably his mother; she snapped at her son to keep up the pace and not let her shopping bags sag so much. Shikamaru just rolled his eyes and wished that he didn’t have to keep his smoking habit a secret from her; he could really use… a drag?(Derp?) The dog clan – the Inuzukas – was there as well. Kushina recognized them by the fang markings on their cheeks, and had even met Tsume, who was most discernible for her feral looks. Quick passing-by greetings were exchanged, but there was no time to dillydally and catch up on times past, not when the preparation of a well-made dinner was in the balance. Time, after all, was an ingredient all its own.
            And so, she hurried about and picked up the small spices and vegetables needed to make the perfect meal for her son. She had been out of the game of cooking for so long, she had to make sure that she re-sharpened her skills. Fortunately, when she was heading home after a few minutes, all she had was just a small bag that weighed no more than a melon would. It was worth it, at least, she mused while climbing the stairs of the apartment complex. Considering his upbringing – or rather, lack of it – she had to commend Naruto for picking out a reasonable place to live, though he probably had a great deal of help from the Third Hokage.
            She reached the apartment and turned the doorknob, only to find it fastened in place. It was locked? Odd… Did that mean that Naruto had taken off to do some training? He had told her that he did most of his practices in the forest with friends. Guess the spare key Naruto had given her would finally come in handy, Kushina thought with a laugh.
            She made no announcement of her return, assuming that there was no one within to hear. When the door was shut behind her, her ears picked up faint sounds behind her son’s semi-closed door; it was left ajar, as though attempted to be shut, but wasn’t given full thought.
            “—might come back soon,” Sakura’s voice moaned out.
            Kushina’s eyes widened, and now giving it her full attention, she could hear the rhythmic squeaking of the bed – her bed since Naruto had elected to sleep elsewhere until they could get a bigger place – and the loud smacking of wet flesh. Sakura’s whine was drawn out. “Aren’t you going to finish soon?” That was the sentence that confirmed Kushina’s suspicions and made her consider rushing out the door and wait them out.
            What made her stay?
            Curiosity.
            Kushina swallowed hard, for she knew what scene lay behind that door. She heard her panting son reassure his partner that they would finish up with enough time to spare. How long had they been at it? Kushina hadn’t been gone for more than twenty minutes! Did Naruto really work that fast? Did he really take this long?!
            “You said it was going to be quick,” blubbered Sakura while Kushina carefully went up to the door to peer inside. Her heart stopped the instant she saw the two. Sure enough, the two were mashed together at the hip, Naruto splaying his knees outward while Sakura reclined on Kushina-san’s favorite, red pillow! The mother of the household should feel that it was an affront to her! Perhaps in her childhood days, she’d storm in, yell at them both, and steal her pillow back. Now, she felt subdued somehow, carefully sinking to her knees as she peeped (making Jiraiya proud, no doubt.)
            Sakura’s hands reached upward, shoving against the wall to brace against Naruto’s eager assault. Her legs, on the other hand, were Naruto’s to command. He cupped the backs of her knees, hoisting them up and apart while maintaining a firm grip for leverage. Neither had disrobed completely – a smart move when Mother Dearest was out – yet they moved so rapidly and in sync with one another; Kushina wouldn’t be shocked if she learned that they had lots and lots of practice before now. Naruto’s cock plunged, and Sakura’s hips rose. They moved like dancers, but with more passion, less grace.
            Carefully, Naruto bowed forward, presenting Sakura with one of his slyest grins like the Fox’s sealed in his abdomen. His hips bumped shallowly at hers, a tease that befitted the prankster within him. “Do you like it, Sakura-chan~?”
            Sakura turned her face to the door, and Kushina’s heart stopped and raced in the same second; Sakura’s eyes were screwed shut, refusing to look at Naruto when he taunted her, when he had her at his whim for once. She could argue she still liked Sasuke more, but Naruto had proven his steady and steadfast interest in her; the latter only gave her attention – before and after he left Konoha – when his patience with her had peaked.
            “Shut up, idiot,” she wheezed, her left eye peeking open to look at him. “Shut up and finish!”
            Almost mercifully, Naruto’s passionate rhythm returned, pounding Sakura so suddenly that she hadn’t even time to brace! She cried out, clapped a gloved hand over her mouth to prevent another such blunder, and scooted back as the pelvic plunder became more powerful. The moment her hands lifted, scrambling along the wall for something to hold onto, Naruto’s own hands shackled hers in place.
            “I want to do it inside you,” he told her earnestly, a rough whisper and his lust-clouded eyes twinkling with intent.
            “No, you can’t!” Pink hair swished back and forth as she refused his wishes. He pummeled harder and harder at her loins, though the draw was shortening with each second. She gasped out another “No!” and her captured hands curled into fists.
            He closed in tight, pressing his elated grin against her collarbone. He let go of one of her wrists; it was more important to grab her shoulder, steel her in this one spot. At last, they stilled, even their breaths caught in their throats. The silence was intense, and even Kushina found it wise – even if she was also holding her breath – to cover her mouth as she witnessed the unmistakable.
            Sure enough, her precious boy exhaled loudly and jubilantly, and Sakura droned with pleasure as his hips rocked steadily underneath her. If she was against it, if she was really against it, she could have stopped him, slugged him, thrown him through the window or roof with her boundless strength. Instead, her legs closed in on him, holding his waist eagerly while his body poured his essence into her channel.
            He did not droop or sag; Naruto shoved firmer against Sakura during those more tempered bursts that roiled up her body. He crowded her until he had her buried beneath him on the bed, cloaking her like a sheet of orange and black and yellow. She panted, and he did too for a bit, but he wound up snickering. “That was good, Sakura-chan.”
            “Hmph!” Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of agreeing – she knew his stamina surpassed hers, and compliments were met with encores more times than not – Sakura looked off to the side, again facing the doorway. No one there, but her heart jumped. “Stupid! You left the door open?!” She scrambled out from underneath him, embarrassed that Naruto’s cum was dripping long trails down the insides of her legs. She demanded tissue, but grabbed Naruto’s sleeve instead. He grimaced as his own goo was smeared onto his arm. He liked his orange jacket (a present from Ero-Sennin) and it had just been washed! But there was no way he’d go out into the world with this on his clothes. Forget what people would see, Kiba alone would be able to smell and decipher the stain. Loudmouth that he was, it’d be heard all over Konoha what was on his sleeve.
            Sakura wriggled her hips into her tight clothes, muttering curses at Naruto for his impetuousness, and he took off his jacket. He observed the stain again, frowned sadly, and then bunched up the article. He’d have to wash it himself so his mom wouldn’t see…
            But Kushina had seen enough. She was ashamed at how closely she had watched, and how hot her face got when she saw the union of Naruto and Sakura start to seep white. How careless could he be?! She pinned the fault on Naruto alone; he should know better! She had almost lost it when he was injecting his Uzumaki seed into Sakura, had almost burst in the room to tear them apart like two fornicating mutts. But to do so would reveal that she had been watching well before the end.
            Wisely, when they were coming down and most distracted, Kushina had shuffled back out of the house, stumbled down the stairs, and sought refuge in the alleyway. She struggled to catch her breath.
            Her dear, darling son…
            She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes. If only she could wash off the stain of a pink flush.
~~~
            Sakura had dressed after cleaning up. She even doted on her hair in the bathroom while Naruto settled for a casual shirt to wear around today. Aside from his missing, signature jacket, no one would be able to tell if something was amiss between them. And as Kushina could have guessed, this wasn’t their first time; in fact, they had gotten enough practice to even behave properly afterwards with no telltale antics. It was a harder learned lesson for Naruto, for if he let anything slip or gave any foreshadowing clues to their rumpus, Sakura would inflict some pain in some way. Usually, it came from a sudden, sideways jab to his cheek while Sakura laughingly excused his stupid behavior.
            “I didn’t think Kushina-san would take so long,” Sakura mumbled while tying her hair into a ponytail in preparation for Tsunade’s training.
            “Maybe she got stuck talking to someone.” Naruto had followed Sakura now, hands lazily clasped behind his head. He then made his cheeky grin and chuckled. “Or she got lost, dattebayo! She said a lot has changed since she was here!”
            A lost mother/recently-revived kunoichi was no laughing matter; Sakura told him this while clunking the back of his head. He winced, a tear in the corner of his eye. Sakura-chan had no idea how much even her softest punches could hurt. “We should go look for her.”
            “Right!”
            “… You should go look for her,” Sakura amended, turning away from Naruto with her usual, disinterested arrogance. Before he could whine and follow her like a lost puppy, she reminded him that she had business with the Hokage, and he was under order – or obligation – to watch over his mom. Despite how he liked spending time with Sakura for whatever reason, being with his mom, having a parent, was something he would not protest. He saluted with his bandaged arm and approved of the task set to him. Sakura rolled her eyes, turned to exit the apartment, and leapt in the air.
            However, she stumbled when a thought railroaded her. She fell to the base of Naruto’s apartment building, landing gracefully with honed reflex. Staggering was not the problem. It was something else…
            She had been very sure that while Naruto had been wooing her, pawing at her breasts and coercing her to the bedroom, she had taken care to lock the front door.
            Why was it already unlocked when she left?
~~~
            Naruto began his search immediately… after a quick, junkie-like binge of cup-o-ramen from his secret stash in the wall. Mouth still full of noodles and pungent flavor, he started by leaping out through the window, and from the corner of his stuffed mouth, he called out, “Mom!!”
            The first shout, and he was brought to a standstill when he landed on the neighbor’s rooftop. It was puzzling, but he felt something swell within his center from calling out for her. Calling out for a parent, as any child would do when separated… He blushed profusely and scratched the side of his nose, unable to help a fit of snickers. “Guess this is what it’s like, dattebayo.” Someone to call on, and someone who’d be there… of course, only after he found her.
            No more mushing over missed-out childhood excitements. He sprang back into action at double the speed. True enough, he could clear out every pathway and alley and house in the span of minutes if he used his Jinchuriki abilities, or probably could even sense her when focused. But that was no fun when he spotted two of his friends – oddly matched – walking together. Well, technically three, but no time to split hairs…
            “Hn? Naruto?” Kiba and Akamaru stopped in their tracks when the blond boy dropped down in front of them. The initial surprise was overcome quickly, and Kiba put on his cockiest smirk while leaning against Akamaru. “What’re you doing out and about? Last I saw you, you were in bed, still complaining about a missing arm!”
            Naruto righted himself and gave Kiba an exasperated look. “I’ve been out of the hospital for three weeks now,” he informed.
            “If that was true,” Kiba went on, pressing forward to poke at Naruto’s chest, “you would know that I was waiting for you! You got lucky with Madara…” He was still a little unclear about the haphazard series of events that ended the war… “But I think it’s time you and I finally had our rematch to find out who is stronger!”
            “You gotta be kidding me!” Naruto burst out, pointing angrily at his lesser rival. “I got Kurama under my control! You wouldn’t stand a chance against us, ‘tebayo!”
            “Who’s Kurama?! And what does that matter, anyway?!” Kiba’s temper matched the blonde’s. “No one can outmatch our tag team! Right, Akamaru?!”
            “Oi, oi… It’s too early to be arguing like this.” Shikamaru – Kiba’s current companion – had already stuffed his ear full of a finger when the shouting began. Both contenders turned to him, and both had their fists cocked like they were ready to start a mindless, child’s brawl in the middle of the road; no Chakra or ninjutsu, just a straight-up fistfight. And Shikamaru would not want that. It meant that he either intervene, or be scolded by the Hokage for not intervening and preventing collateral damage – which was pretty much expected when these two hotheads clashed.
            “Tch!” Kiba reluctantly backed off, folding his arms and glaring at Shikamaru. “It’s not worth it anyway without an audience to see me beat you.”
            “Like hell!”
            And just like that, the two were at each other’s throat again, ready to pummel the other were it not for their shadows being hijacked. Shikamaru willed them both to a stillness and grumbled again that it was too early. “Was there something you needed help with, Naruto?” he asked to cut to the chase, possibly diverting their aggression altogether.
            “Yeah,” Naruto answered, his voice muffled as Kiba’s frozen fist was pressed against his cheek. “I was going to ask if you guys saw my mom anywhere.”
            “Heh! Buff-bubuff-bnffin-bf-mphm!” Whatever jibe Kiba had made was muffled even worse than Naruto; his face had been mostly covered by Naruto’s straight jab. If not for Shikamaru’s interference, he might’ve broken a fang!
            Whatever taunts he was giving, Shikamaru knew it was in their best interests if Naruto couldn’t hear them. Kiba could take the forced silence as punishment. “We saw her shopping earlier. I figured she would’ve already gone home.”
            “She’s not!” Naruto said with some concern. “That’s why I asked!”
            Shikamaru sighed. Hopefully, it wasn’t a mistake to let them both free of his binding Jutsu. The less troublesome method of finding someone, of course, was to rely on an Inuzuka; and Kiba knew it by the way he gleamed with his usual, arrogant smirk. He rubbed under his nose, looking right at Naruto as he composed himself. “Of course I know where she is!” he boasted. “I’m the best tracker in Konoha! No, the best in the Five Nations!” He laughed while Naruto and Shikamaru sulked, forced to bear the weight of his imposed authority. At once, Kiba pointed and declared, “She’s over there!”
            In no time at all, the three ninja and one dog made it to the alleyway that Kushina was supposedly in. And Kiba’s tracking proved right on the money, for there she stood, her back to them and her attention on the man in front of her: Haruno Kizashi, laughing boisterously while in conversation with her.
            Kiba made a face as he inspected the scene. He knew Kushina wasn’t alone, and he knew that it was Kizashi with her, but still, he didn’t care much for Sakura’s dad. Too loudmouthed and full of himself; a ninja should be more humble than that, Kiba muttered, much to the speculation of Shikamaru.
            Naruto, however, didn’t care that she was talking. It was the perfect chance to sneak up and spook her! An elementary prank of the lowest basics, but he figured he should ease his mom into his mischief one baby-step at a time.
            Of course, Shikamaru warned against it. “Women are temperamental enough,” he lectured. “Mothers are twice as bad at least.” Kiba concurred in a mumble.
            But Naruto was prone to ignore such sage advice. Mischief and pranks were too good to pass up. Kizashi’s head was thrown back in a fit of laughter; now was the time to strike! Naruto lunged, sweeping both hands around to cover her eyes, and before he could say “Guess who?~”, the Red-Hot Habanero pivoted, flames of intensity exploding around her, and her fist launched like a missile, decking Naruto worse than Sakura ever had with a “STAY AWAY, TEBANE!!”
            Naruto dropped, blood coming from his nose and lip, eyes empty, and face swollen. He was down for the count. Shikamaru and Kizashi looked on with some sense of shock and concern; perhaps Kizashi had known about Kushina before her death, and he was very aware how many times she alone had put Jiraiya-sama in a hospital bed. Poor boy, he thought of her son.
            And while she retrieved her senses, Kushina was horrified by her destructive reaction. It had been reflex to attack anyone who had the nerve to come up behind her; experiences with Kumo kidnappers and a lusty toad hermit could do that to a woman. “Naruto!” She dropped to her knees, grabbed his shoulders and tried to shake him awake. “I’m sorry, tebane! I didn’t know!”
            Kiba gawked for a moment, and then immediately cracked up, pointing and saying to Naruto’s foolish endeavor, “What a dumbass!”
~~~
            Being dead certainly didn’t make Kushina lose her touch, she grieved. That one punch, that well-placed jab to the face… It had been enough to take the great hero of the Nations out for the rest of the day. The recovery of Kurama – as he had told her the name of the demon, though she’d no interest in knowing – must’ve been lax now that the Beast was at peace, snoozing within her son’s very soul.
            She tried to wake him up after the initial strike, but in the end, Shikamaru and Kiba – with some reluctance – helped heave him home, where he lay unconscious even after a bowl of delicious, homemade ramen passed underneath his nostrils. Of course Kushina felt guilty; hopefully he’d be better in the morning, or else she’d have to go to the Hokage for guidance.
            Now, with the sun descended and sleep being the only sensible activity, she crawled into bed and lay there, pondering the ceiling while Naruto was on the floor, amongst the blankets he had taken for his bedding until they could get a bigger place that could support two full beds.
            Perhaps he should have been on the bed with her… Kushina mulled with the idea, awkwardly looking off to the window. The pillow she rested on, when she turned her head, smelled of Sakura, and despite the event of knocking Naruto out cold, it paled in importance when she revisited the memory of earlier that morning.
            Sakura-chan, shoved up on the pillow, taking the forceful thrusts of Naruto as he made his completion within her.
            The pillow scented of Naruto as well…
            The red of her cheeks was hidden by the night, but she had made the decision to drag him up from the floor, huddle him to the breast of his mother, and comfort him until the morning light. She looked over the edge of her bed, and to her satisfaction, Naruto was slumbering peacefully, no longer locked in a state of a coma. But, in the little moonlight breaking in through the window, his form was illuminated, and she saw that his baser instincts were acting up.
            He was out, the looseness of his frog-printed doing his modesty no favors. He had breached the parting at the front of his underwear, arching up strong and hard to his bellybutton. Seeing it, Kushina almost threw herself back down on the bed to try to force herself asleep, but she stared instead. Her mouth was opened as she, with some great shame mired within her curiosity, observed him. The tip had emerged from the foreskin, the length of it running about five inches; not a huge thing by any means, but that didn’t repel Kushina’s interest. It didn’t need to be a monster to intrigue her, didn’t have to be 12+ inches to be satisfactory. Minato hadn’t been much larger, after all, and he never left her wanting.
            And Sakura-chan didn’t seem to have any complaints.
            Kushina forced herself to lay down when that thought crossed her mind, complete with the imagery of memory. She shouldn’t think about her son that way. She shouldn’t think about it at all, tebane! To be the best parent she could be, she had to give her son freedom along with her crushing love. It was her son’s choice, and Sakura’s as well.
            Was it just Sakura’s?
            Kushina whimpered softly, clinging the bed sheets over her mouth as her eyes screwed shut. She had been a Jinchuriki to the Kyubi herself; she knew how his very presence influenced certain feelings. She had been very lustful with Minato, and even with his skill, it was hard to keep her pace.
            Could Naruto, she pondered while the image of his dick appeared in her mind’s eye… Could her son be sticking that thing in other girls as well? Wantonly seeking to cure his insatiable, boyhood lusts? It was no secret that the Hyuga girl had her eye on Naruto, after all.
            Could a mother consider such afflictions as her duty to sate?
            Without realizing it, Kushina had found herself peeking over the edge of the bed again. Naruto’s erection was still there, still pumping with vigorous circulation and need. She could… She could…!
            Do it…
            In the next instant, Kushina had wolfed down half of her son’s prick.
            At once, she snapped awake. She’d been adream, but now was stuck in a different part of her consciousness. She looked around at the canvas of dreamy yellow and white motions. At once, she remembered how she hated this place. Her confusion hardened to distaste as she looked forward, for there he was, still shackled to a boulder, helpless in all ways but for his dastardly tongue. The yin to the pacified piece in Naruto’s own soul, the bit that would forever be etched as part of her.
            Kurama, so hopelessly bound, leered. His size – the embodiment of his Chakra within her – had diminished to mere human qualities. He was no less dangerous. Kushina was glad to see that her old mentor’s seal still held, even after all that had happened. After all, a former Jinchuriki would never be fully freed from the Demon’s influence.
            And the Kyubi seemed pleased by this fact, chortling in his deep way. “Kushina,” he purred her name. “It has been a long time.”
            She scowled at him, the source of those perverted thoughts that had begun to distend.
“Nine-Tailed Demon,” she addressed him, and carefully covered up her nudity…
~~~
Copier: alright, so as you can probably tell (past readers, at least) this is a revised version of ‘A Motherly Touch’. We’ll find out together where this one goes. At least this version doesn’t have the weak ‘groin kick’ set-up. Yay, copier!
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