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Naruto Shit-On-You-Then: The Curse Evolves	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > General Views: 33168 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own 'Naruto' and I make no money off this fic

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Virgin Guest (I say virgin because only virgins use virgin as an insult): was it the Narutard comment? The one about all Naruto-paired stories sucking testicles? Yeah… As my show of contrition, Naruto will now bang on Hinata good!
(if you can, read this while listening to Kermit and Miss Piggy's 'Love Led Us Here'; warning: this chapter is... pretty bad...)
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            Naruto, naked, sighs as he gets into bed with his naked wife. She is all atwitter and tingly at her ginie. Her love bruises have begun to heal, though her left eye now lulls upward after Naruto’s last show of love. With a smile of broken, gapped teeth, she tells her husband she is ready for sex time.
            -As am I, wife person- Naruto said. He stood up over her, turns around, and then bends over, having grabbing his knees for support as he shows his wife his bun-hole. She coos and crawled up to get a proper view. –You ready- he asks, and then blushed.
            -As ever, Naru-chan- sings Hinata. Her hands come up, pry her right eyelids apart to thoroughly expose her eyeball, and puts it right up to Naruto’s pucker. Naruto feels her body heat, blushes some more, and then grunts to push out the first fumes of his rectum. Hinata watches the tight sphincter flex and holds her breath, waiting for the gas to eek through. A loud and proud expulsion rips through, and the heat cascades against her drying eye with the tenderness of a sea lapping at the shoreline. She can practically feel the anal bacteria settling against her pale iris. Her eye waters a little, but she wills herself not to retract.
            “For Naru-chan,” she thinks inwardly.
            - Sorry if there is some spillage – Naruto said as he blushes. – I had some naughty milk earlier. And by ‘naughty’, I mean bad! - His next fart comes with a wet trace of defecation, and Hinata loves him for it. She kisses his ring, prolongs the kiss, and then makes it a sloppy French kiss. O she loves him so much.
            - Yeah, clean that ass, you slutty bitch – curses Naruto, but doesn’t mean it, because if he meant it, he would be a meanie wienie.
            Just then, the door swings open, and Kiba and Shikamaru walk in. “Yahoo!” screams Kiba, ogling Hinata. “You’re like a sister to me, Hinata!” He then reminisces about how he impregnated Hana. “Here I… … CUM!!”
            Shikamaru, already having a taste of Hinata’s pie in the first chapter, lazily gets to work sharing her with Naruto and Kiba.
            Naruto slaps Hinata and calls her a whore before making out with her lazy eye.
~~~Meanwhile, later downstairs~~~
            Boruto slowly walks down the stairway to see his dad with his head buried in the fridge, probably hoping to regain his energy through food after a loud fuckfest that was easily heard through walls. “Dad,” Boruto says at the entryway, “I… I wanna tell you. No, I have to tell you! Konoha-sensei-chan, he… sob!... He raped me! He molested me the day of Iruky-chin’s funeral, and then he raped me! I told him to stop, I screamed for you, I even tried to fight him off! But his lust was so…!” He holds himself and sniffles. “I… I can’t go on living like this. Please, Father! Help me! You were never there before!” He punches the wall out of anger and sorrow. “I wanted… Uncle Sasuke to be my first! My only! But you’re mad at him…! Please, say something, Dad!”
            The man at the fridge has paused, and then speaks lowly. “It always hurts, Boruto, when you are in love…” Slowly, he stands, and slowly he turns.
            Boruto stares in horror as Konohamaru reveals himself, dead in expression, but his flaccid cock has risen from the grave. He stand motionless, yet has never emitted such a powerful aura, one that froze Boruto with fear. “… or obsessed; afraid, alone. Everything hurts, Boruto. You just… need time… and experience…” His hand comes up, and he shows what he was rooting around the refrigerator for: olive oil. “… and lubrication.”
            Wheezing, Boruto wills his feet to move. Move…! Move! “No…” He begins to turn. Run! If I don’t run, he’ll…!
            Boruto doesn’t make it to the first step before Konohamaru tackles him to the floor, grunting and fighting against the child, pulling insistently at his clothes. “It won’t hurt,” he lies to the boy. “No…” He hefts Boruto up, and Boruto screams wildly. Ever hear a dying rabbit? That’s the scream Boruto makes as Konohamaru throws him upon the kitchen table, where the Uzumaki family congregated. Konohamaru plans to defile it.
            Boruto hits him, but he ignores it. He wants the boy and will have him! “Iruky-chin was not the first to touch me,” wheezes the depraved rapist. “No matter how much I wished he had been; he was Nii-chan’s first, and I wanted to be like Nii-chan! But my uncle… my uncle! Uncle Assuming raped me! And I took it! Rrgh!” He slams Boruto’s head into the table, dizzying him. The boy’s limbs sluggishly surge again out of instinct to fight, and Konohamaru seals his fate by striking his skull once more. Boruto, blood running out of his nose, groans weakly and is only vaguely aware of what is happening. His body flops as his salivating teacher positions him, rolling him over so that his bum is hanging off the edge of the table.
            “Uncle Assuming was much, much larger than me,” Konohamaru continues his woeful tale, now unbuckling his pants to unleash his most prominent weapon. It throbs eagerly above its downed prey. “But I took it!” He grabs Boruto’s throat and throttles him. “I took it because I knew Uncle Assuming loved me!” The rage in his face softens to confused adoration. “Just like I love you… Boru-chan.” He kisses Boruto’s cheek gingerly… and then begins to disrobe the boy’s behind.
            “Do you love me, Boru-chan?” He feels up Boruto’s butt as he waits for an answer.
            Boruto, hardly with any sense in his head at all, does not react. Infuriated, Konohamaru bucks him viciously, bites into the cord of Boruto’s neck until Naruto’s son screams out in pain. “Do you love me?!” Konohamaru asks again, squeezing Boruto’s throat.
            A primal effort to avoid more pain; Boruto nods. “I… love you,” he can barely gasp out, and then feels the comforting lips on his ear.
            “I love you so much, Boru-chan,” Konohamaru sobs, and then upends the bottle of oil over Boruto’s behind, and then over his own cock. “And I will love you until the sun comes up.”
            A flock of yaoi fangirls watch from the kitchen window as Konohamaru gets into position. “Super kawaii,” they gush in quiet reverence.
            Boruto, beaten and being raped and then probably left for dead, squirms as he feels Konohamaru offend him. “No,” he blubbers, trying with all his feeble might to escape, but his teacher pins him roughly with one hand on his back. Konohamaru whispers sweetness, but his actions are vile as he presses the penetration. “No…!” Boruto’s young and weak voice comes up in a high screech when Konohamaru takes him. “Mom!” he pleas. “Daddy! Please! Ow!”
            Konohamaru, pawing frantically at the boy’s body, sweats and licks his lips. He is unmerciful, claiming every bit of Naruto’s son as his uncle had claimed him before. “This is needed. Ughn! Love led us here, Boruto-chan. How else can you describe such a moment of bliss?” He rams harder and harder into the youth, covering him with his body as if to hide the deplorable sin from the world itself. All that escapes is Boruto’s constant screams and cries for his parents. Eventually, he finds the strength to struggle, and Konohamaru is thrown out of pace. Enraged and frightened of his prey’s possible escape, the teacher ensues combat with the boy, punching viciously at his bleeding head. The struggle inevitably brings them both to the floor, and Konohamaru came out on top, pinning Boruto’s hands beneath his. In this altered position, Konohamaru gets to look deep in Boruto’s helpless, watering eyes as he consummates the act.
~~~Meanwhile, at the upstairs~~~
            Naruto is tied by his wrists to the ceiling, and a kitchen setting has been prepped to fit the scenario. He scoffs at the noise downstairs. “Can’t Boruto get his milk quieter? It takes focus and dedication to reenact a scene from Anne Rice’s ‘The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty’.”
            Behind him, Hinata is off to the side, uninvolved in this scene of the book. Shikamaru and Kiba stand behind Naruto, staring at his asshole while they both hold fistfuls of turnip cuttings, potato peels, and chicken feathers and bones. The two nod at each other and commence the scene from the book; not just a scene, but it summarizes Anne Rice’s book as a whole: a shithole filled with garbage!
            Shikamaru, as he works the feathers into Naruto’s anus, mentions, “You know, Anne Rice doesn’t allow fanfics to be written of her works. I think it’s because she knows if someone else wrote about her characters in her world’s setup, everyone will realize just how shitty of a writer she really is.”
            Kiba, Hinata, and even hands-tied Naruto applaud his astute assessment, crying out, “You’re so goddamn smart!”
~~~Meanwhile, at the rape~~~
            Boruto bounces back and forth, lifeless atop the table. His eyes are dead, but his chest still expands – briefly – with short, hiccupping breaths. Konohamaru has claimed him; it took violence and love, but young Boruto belonged to the man his family trusted.
            Konohamaru snags Boruto by the throat, squeezing as his face contorts in passionate madness. “Sing for me, Boru-chan! I must hear your voice!” Boruto does not respond, so Konohamaru squeezes tighter while jamming the fullness of his length up his rear entrance. “Scream!!”
            “YAH! Let me go!” Life and torment fills Boruto’s eyes once more, and his body squirms against his offender. But his endeavors are fruitless, only adding to Konohamaru’s insatiable lust. He makes a grab at Boruto’s groin, vigorously fondling his small penis and tight scrotum, gathering the essence of him onto his fingertips before rushing them to his nose, inhaling Boruto’s stink like a drug. He then inserts the fingers into his mouth, thoroughly indulging on Boruto with all his senses. He withdraws, much to Boruto’s relief, and then bows, getting a full gander of the gaping hole that bled and quivered. Again, Konohamaru inhales, complimenting the bowels of his prey, and then resumes, delighting in the shrieks that follow.
            From the window, the reader turns with a face aghast. “Copier, this story doesn’t always hit with its jokes, but this… This is just… horrible.”
            Copier nods. “It is horrible, isn’t it? I mean, I’m doing a self-insert right now! How terrible is that of an author?”
            “You gotta try harder. You’re one of the best writers” [Your words! I’m not bragging.] “You take time and keep true to the characters, just like SniAAAAAA”
            “Hmm. I think I’ll look up this AAAAAAAoe, see what his stories have to offer.”
            “What’s with the censorship?”
            “I make a point never to mention other fanfic writers in my stories.” So Copier searches through the site of Dragon Prints and difficult-to-review fanfics to find a story with… Wow! 500+ reviews! Copier begins to read… and then begins to skim. In the story, Naruto is in fine form with a 12+ inch dick, women throwing themselves at him for no reason, and an obscure personality that is weirdly suave and charismatic, but during sex reveals himself to be a closeted sex-offender. Copier continues to skim through a plot that he’s seen and passed over literally HUNDREDS of times, until he comes to a scene with Kushina… pushing grown Naruto on a swing, with imagery so on-the-nose that Copier feels a nosebleed from it. Copier closes the story, never to return.
            “Yeah, that’s why I don’t mention other writers; I don’t want to be cast in the same mold as them. If getting reviews means pandering to Narutards with those God Naruto harem stories, I’m content to get the haphazard 5 or less reviews I usually get for stories that I work months at a time on. Right, Neeba?!”
            Copier turns to his other side, where Neeba just stands solemnly. Neeba regards Copier… and shrugs aloofly before walking away.
            “Yeah, Neeba doesn’t care much for this story, either,” Copier admits to the reader.
            From above, Naruto sticks his head out the window and yells, “Hey, shut up! People are trying to reenact a shitty book up here, if you don’t mind!” A fart of feathers and potato skins bursts behind him. “We’re at the part where the slave prince is telling Sleeping Beauty to shut up while he interrupts his own tale, ya know!”
            Copier nods. “Yeah, that’s where I finally put that book down and began stewing in hatred for that hack author. Worst purchase of 2016…”
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Our heroes may be flippant now while they enjoy one last night of vigorous fart sex, but what will become of them when it is time to fight Sasuke? And with the subplot of Konohamaru raping Naruto’s son, will this story drag on even longer than copier had planned?! Will people accept the accompanying Naruto/Samui story as a balance to this chapter, or will they say ‘Kill yourself, fucked up virgin fag’? Do they know that ‘virgin fag fuck-up’ would’ve sounded cooler? A bunch of famous and awesome people in history are/were fucked up, but still succeeded; fuck-ups are failures! Copier graciously lends a hand for insults!
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