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Feeding Frenzy
A Naruto WTFbunny
By
EvilFuzzy9

WARNING: This fanfic depicts activities of an adult nature between characters who would be minors in the real world. The author of this fic does not endorse such things being done by minors in real life, and in fact strongly discourages minors from reading this, and also from participating in any and all such activities until they are at the age of majority/consent as defined in the laws or customs of their state or principality.
VORE WARNING: This fanfic also happens to be based heavily in the fetish, or paraphilia, of vorarephilia. In layman's terms, people will be eaten, and it will be treated as either comical or erotic, depending on context. If this confuses or disgusts you, then please click on the back button in your web browser of choice. Furthermore, the author would also like to emphasize the distinction between fantasy and reality, and how never the twain should meet.
(long and randomly in depth character exploration HO!)

Nine long tails swayed languidly through the air behind a lean, yet monstrous bulk. Slitted, blood red eyes stared piercingly out from the large, leering face of an enormous, fox-like creature. The slightly tapered, canine snout of this creature was curled into a darkly mirthful sneer. Its fur was a deep, ruddy orange, and it moved like the flickering of flames across the beast's visibly rippling musculature.

Sasuke was frozen in uncomprehending terror, beholding this monster. Great, furred hands with fingers that tapered down into claws like spears were splayed across the wooden plank surface of the bridge. The fearsome talons gouged deep, ominous grooves into the stout, oaken boards as this fox-like thing slowly and purposefully shifted its considerable bulk, drawing itself a little bit nearer to the Last Uchiha.

Even on all fours, this creature stood high above him. It was tremendous, the size of three and a half oxen, at least, in terms of sheer mass. The bridge groaned dolefully beneath this thing's great weight, and the movements of its tails stirred up a not inconsiderable wind that groped at Sasuke's hair and his clothes, blowing at them chaotically, randomly as it continually changed direction with the ever subtly shifting motions of its tails'.

"Wha... What the hell...?" murmured Sasuke fearfully, trembling fiercely from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. "Sa... Sakura...? Naruto...?"

He cast an anxious glance around at his surroundings, looking for his teammates. He couldn't even begin to fathom where this monster had come from, and even as ominously and strangely as the Uzumaki and young Miss Haruno had been behaving, their company was still infinitely preferable to that of this vulpine monstrosity.

At the very least, those two, as far as Sasuke knew, wouldn't be particularly inclined or able to devour him whole and shit out his bones.

The young Uchiha edged himself slowly, cautiously away from this enormousyouko as he scanned the bridge frantically for his teammates. But it wasn't until he chanced a glance between this beasts hind-legs that he actually spotted one of them.

And Sasuke stared in absently horrified disbelief at what he saw. Sakura – or at least he assumed that was who this tall, mature, voluptuous cherry blossom-haired woman was – was moaning shameless, perversely, pressing an unbelievably curvaceous tightly against the massive, throbbing, human-like cock of this monstrous kitsune.

"Ohhh, master," she lewdly moaned, rubbing breasts larger than record-making watermelons up and down and back and forth across the pulsing, blue-veined, naked shaft of the gigantic penis. "You're so big... so sexy... oh, I love you so much..."

She craned her neck forward to sloppily and wetly kiss the nigh demonic-looking dick for several long, passionate seconds, wiggling a generous, creamy ass like two large, bouncy, skin-colored beach balls surgically grafted onto the woman's tailbone. The delicious, kissable flesh of those huge, soft, doughy buttocks wobbled and jiggled in a way that was almost criminally erotic as the woman delightfully waggled her generous booty.

In spite of himself, Sasuke felt the crotch of his trousers get uncomfortably tight.

"Sakura?" he murmured in disbelief. "Is... is that you?"

"Mmmmmmm?" the voluptuous pinkette paused in her gratuitous frenching of this monster's dick to glance coldly over her shoulder at the Uchiha. "Naruto-sama hasn't taken you, yet?"

Sasuke blinked. He almost felt like breaking down into hysterical laughter. Naruto-sama? This was too fucking surreal.

The horror of his situation, perhaps, was starting to crack the lone wolf's mind. That and just how utterly unbelievable and impossible it was. There was no way this could actually be happening. It had to be some kind of bizarre fever dream induced by some manner of spontaneously degenerative madness.

"Who the fuck is Naruto-sama?" he asked crudely, almost wildly. His skin was chalk white and clammy. He felt like ice, and he was shivering like a pirate's timbers.

Sakura scoffed, even as she continued to lewdly dry hump that brobdignagian dick that was quite a bit bigger than her entire body.

"He is Master," she said coolly to Sasuke, yet her words also carried an undertone of borderline religious reverence for the subject of which she spoke. "Naruto-sama is Naruto-sama. You should know perfectly well who he is."

A shiver ran down Sasuke's spine, and even as he felt his cock furiously throbbing at everything about this situation and the scene before him, he tore his glance from Sakura's ball-droppingly gorgeous body to look up into the eyes of this gigantic fox, which towered over him, so completely dwarfing him. It had to be the size of an elephant, at least.

He took in, half against his will, the pervasive scent of this creature. Not the musk of its arousal, the scent of its incomparably masculine sex. Nor the sour, pungent, almost sickly sweet stench of death and rotting meat, the smell of a large carnivore. The scent that came into his nostrils was one that the acclaimed rookie of the year knew much better than he was proud to admit.

It was miso and honeydew, and the subtle tang of sweat from a hard-fought spar or a physically taxing mission. It was sunlight and laughter, and the familiar tête-à-tête of companionably obnoxious insults traded back and forth in the goodnatured enmity of rivals and friends. It was everything he had come, over his weeks with Team Seven, to associate on a subconscious level with everything he knew as that a part of that blond, loudmouthed, knuckleheaded dork.

It was a smell unmistakably and undeniably Naruto.

Sasuke gaped up at the great fox, which was yet still far less in stature than the legendary kyuubi no youko. Yet he had a swiftly growing conviction that this wasexactly what this fox was.

It made too much sense to be anything but the truth.

He'd honestly suspected as much for a while, though only idly so at first. For years, Sasuke had been much more aware of Naruto's general situation and treatment at the hands of most of the villagers than the rest of their peers, acutely and painfully so. Before the massacre, the blond had been nothing to him. For a long time, he had just been that kid nobody liked, the borderline-outcast boy about whom his parents, and even Itachi, had so often whispered just below a young Sasuke's hearing.

But when he lost his family, the Uchiha became suddenly and abruptly aware of how different life as a child was without parents. Ever after the massacre, Sasuke was treated differently from his peers, and this had scalded him dreadfully. Even if it was only pity, it had so woefully galled and wounded the young, scared, lonely and confused boy he had been in those days. He had just wanted things to go back to normal, to the way they had been when he was just another member of the class, just one out many Uchiha, clan head's son or not.

Children could be so paradoxically vulnerable and resilient. If they skinned their knees, they would loudly cry until the "boo-boo" was made better with a kiss or a band-aid, but after that they would gladly and enthusiastically return to running and playing, perhaps smugly showing off the injury as a point of pride to their peers. Yet even subtle differences in treatment could so grievously baffle and be-worry them, and if prolonged could permanently and adversely affect who they were, and the person they would become.

Going from one in a crowd to one of a kind had badly jarred and distressed the young, traumatized Sasuke. Even now, he had never really recovered from all the innumerable ways things had changed for him, after the loss of his family.

And feeling so lonely, so painfully different from the others, the young boy had desperately sought out for someone like himself, someone who could understand, however absently, the pain and confusion of being an orphan in a world so entrenched in the ideas of filial piety and clan unity. Being without family in a world so utterly obsessed with the concept estranged him irreversibly from his young peers, leaving him alone and afraid.

But there had been one other person, one other boy in all of the village, in all Konoha, whose situation could be called genuinely comparable to his own. A boy who was treated so differently from his peers in so many subtle and multitudinous ways that only when forcibly thrust into painfully similar circumstances had Sasuke been able to really notice and appreciate what it was like for him.

Naruto Uzumaki. Out of all their year, maybe even their entire generation, Sasuke was really the first person to get, on any level, how miserable life had to be for the boy. Shinobi as a whole, even in this modern era of the hidden villages, were so clannish and family-centered in everything about their mentality and lifestyle that it seemed to the young Uchiha truly impossible to exist in any appreciable way without a family. But Naruto, even for an orphan whose parents nobody seemed to know the identities of, was just treated so differently from everyone else that Sasuke couldn't help but take notice of it.

Naruto wasn't pitied, like he was.
Naruto wasn't pitied at all.

Sasuke hadn't really taken notice of it before the massacre of his clan, but once his family was torn away so cruelly from him he could not even help but just notice so acutely the differences in the way people treated Naruto.

Only a very few, peculiarly bitter and belligerent folk gave Sasuke treatment anything remotely like what the seeming MAJORITY of the village gave Naruto. Even for an orphan (and Naruto and himself weren't exactly the only kids in the entire village to have no parents or family) the blond had just been treated so completely differently from the other kids, from even Sasuke himself, that the Uchiha became genuinely, morbidly curious.

As far he knew, Naruto and himself were basically the same. Unlike many of his peers, Sasuke was not at all ignorant as to the general notion of what the blond's name meant. The Uzumaki had been to the Senju, genealogically speaking, what the Hyuuga were to the Uchiha, two divergent yet closely related branches from one single, larger, older family. And as the son of the Uchiha clan head, younger or otherwise, Sasuke had of course been taught from a young age about the many different notable clans and families in the Land of Fire, and the elemental nations as a whole.

He knew that, logically, the Uzumaki were nearly as important to the history of Konoha as the Senju or Uchiha. At the very least, they had been a clan every bit as prominent and venerable as the Hyuuga or the Uchiha, or any other old, bloodline-bearing family. Even as young as he had been when he lost his family, Sasuke had still known much more about the Leaf's history than was taught in the Academy, nowadays. And when he first lost his family, a part of his grief-stricken mind had flung itself furiously into studying the histories of various clans in Konoha, at the world at large.

At the very least, Sasuke had been seeking some proof or confirmation of a clan managing to recover from such a grievous blow as his brother had dealt the Uchiha. And although even his considerably higher-than-average reading level as the son of a noble shinobi clan head had been frequently stymied by the dense and oftentimes archaic language used in the scrolls of history available to him as the last surviving member of the Uchiha, Sasuke had nonetheless learned much about many, many families and clans that had long been wiped out, or scattered and diminished to just a few isolated descendants all but hiding out in backwater, third rate villages. The Hagoromo, the Kaguya, the Kamizuri, and (most notably of them all, to him) the Uzumaki.

Though the scrolls had generally only contained brief, cursory histories of the many hundreds of notable shinobi clans past and present, the Uzumaki had been among the relative few to get something resembling an in-depth treatment.

And not without good reason, Sasuke had learned. While he never really brought it up nowadays, not wanting to say anything that might encourage the oft nigh blind, almost entirely baseless facade of arrogance and cocksurety that his blond teammate and self-proclaimed rival simply loved to put forth, he had honestly been just a little bit awestruck by the way in which what objectively few scrolls he could actually find on the subject had talked about the family. Most of the language these Uchiha histories used when speaking of the Uzumaki had been noticeably respectful, if not exactly friendly.

Even in the last years of its existence, the relationship between the Uchiha clan and the modern representatives, relatives, and offshoots of the Senju had been largely tepid at the best of times, far more professional than friendly. Even as a boy, Sasuke had been aware of this. So of course, the Uzumaki, who had been so close politically and genealogically to the Senju, and so frequently and heavily intermarried, that they were practically all but the same thing as Senju in the eyes of contemporary Uchiha, would not have been exactly buddy-buddy with his clan.

And with that in mind, the descriptions of the Uzumaki in those scrolls had been distinctly respectful and admiring, speaking unashamedly of these people as more-or-less equals to themselves, and the borderline reverent way in which even his own clan had described the sealing arts and martial prowess of the Uzumaki in those scrolls really drove home for him just how feared and respected this family had been. And, when he read of how the Uzumaki had decades ago been all butwiped out in a massive attack on their country comprised by an alliance of multiple major ninja villages, made him realize that, in a surprisingly literal way, he and Naruto were very much two of a kind.

They were effectively the last surviving members of their respective families, clans which had played major roles in the sociological, political, and military history of the Hidden Leaf. And compared to the kind of power and skill the individual warriors of their particular families were said to have possessed, both of them had been, at least back then, far from indicative of the very real power their clans had wielded. They had been, by all accounts, disappointments to the martial legacies of their respective families.

And while Sasuke had, admittedly, actually known his family, and known what it was like to live an honestly normal and ultimately happy childhood, at least in retrospect, that did not detract from the difficulties which Naruto himself had no doubt faced, and honestly still faced, as an orphan who knew nothing about his family or where he came from, in a world where clan mentality was still very much a quite real and powerful driving force in the societal norms of their time, and the ways in which people viewed the world around them.

Yet, in spite of all the things that should, logically, have made him and Naruto so similar in the eyes of the village, people had nonetheless all but spat in the face of logic and treated the blond with such borderline hostility and disdain, while Sasuke himself was largely pitied for his plight, or praised for how he "worked through" the trauma of losing his family and became a kind of genius in his own right. (How little they really knew... Sasuke knew that he was neither well-adjusted nor a genius)

And while that treatment certainly galled Sasuke in his own way, it was nothing compared to how angry and confused he felt whenever faced with how callously people treated Naruto. The horrible things they could say about the boy without even thinking about it... it still made Sasuke feel personally offended, whenever he heard someone speak dismissively of Naruto, and even now he felt so furious and compelled to verbally lash out when people talked poorly about the boy in relation to his status as an orphan.

They didn't have the RIGHT to talk about Naruto in that way. Sasuke may have done more than his fair share of putting the blond down, calling him an idiot, a jackass, a loudmouth, a stupid braggart, the one thing he had never used against Konoha's last Uzumaki, and – as far as the person he was now was concerned – never would, was the boy's lack of parents. Because Sasuke knew what that was like. He knew the pain of being treated differently and objectively unfairly (though in Sasuke's case it was more because people gave him FAR MORE credit than he knew he honestly deserved) by your peers for something that was completely beyond your control.

But people objectively treated Naruto worse than they did Sasuke, looked at the Uzumaki far more harshly and critically than they did at the Uchiha. Worst of all in how so many apparently tried to act as though Naruto didn't even exist. Sasuke wouldn't be able to fade into a crowd even if he wanted to, not in Konoha at least, but the blond had to do so much just to get people to even notice him long enough afford him the courtesy of an icy glare or an angrily spat curse.

In a detached, logical part of his mind, Sasuke knew that this was one of the big, major reasons for the real, distinct differences between him and Naruto, personality-wise. He had so often been given pitying glances, in those earlier years after the massacre, people whispering about how unfortunate he was, and how sad his circumstances were, seeming wholly, genuinely oblivious to how much this kind of talk twisted the knife in his gut, kept the loss of his parents fresh in his mind, the hole in his heart painfully empty and raw, even years after the fact.

If Sasuke seemed to obsess over the loss of his parents, then it was only because THAT was what defined him to the majority of the villages for months, and even years, after the massacre. They didn't talk about him as Sasuke, the boy who had tracked mud into the kitchen right after his mother had finished mopping, and when confronted about the matter nervously and almost hysterically spun a wild, unbelievable story about an evil raccoon that had stolen his shoes and led him on a wild goose chase through the mud, the muck, and his great aunt's azaleas. The didn't see him as the chubby cheeked little boy who for a long stretch of time would become almost infamous among his family members for his many and varied attempts to sneak sweets before dinner no matter how many times his mom told him not to.

No. To the village as a whole, Sasuke after the massacre was defined solely as that poor boy who had watched his entire family die right before his very eyes, killed at the hands of his brothers. Sasuke, in a way, became unable to move past that trauma largely because the Hidden Leaf as a whole never moved past it.
And all of this only made Sasuke more acutely aware of Naruto's situation. He saw how coldly or dismissively so many people treated the boy, and felt himself grow angry and vexed on the blond's behalf.

Because Sasuke might not have thought of himself as a genius, but he was not ignorant. Not willfully, at least. When he first began to really notice how differently people treated Naruto, he quite naturally became curious. And when he became curious about something, he dug down to find out more about it.

Sasuke wasn't a moron. He didn't reach his level of cunning and ability by passively accepting the way things were. It took ambition to improve himself, an almost childlike refusal to accept something he thought of as wrong without trying to change it, in some way. And what, really, was ambition if not a relative of curiosity, curiosity if not something akin to ambition?

Confronted with a mystery, and enigma such as that, it was only natural Sasuke had proceeded to try and get to the bottom of it. And while he never really found out anything concrete, he certainly got enough clues to point him in the right general direction of the correct conclusion.

The first really strong clue had been Naruto's birth date. October tenth, twelve years ago now.

The boy was born the same day of the kyuubi attack. When Sasuke learned this, he latched onto it as significant. It was surely no coincidence that this boy, this orphan who was so ostracized by the majority of the village, had been born on the day of one of the most terrible disasters in Konoha's history. People still treated the attack as a touchy subject, and almost everyone who had been past a certain age when the attack happened seemed to act suspicious whenever it was mentioned.

At first, Sasuke had directly asked a few people about this, but he had been completely stonewalled by every single person who seemed like they MIGHT have known something about it. The last person he'd asked about the attack, a retired veteran with whom he had been passingly familiar, had even glared at Sasuke and told him, quite audibly restraining some very powerful and obviously negativeemotions from slipping into his voice, with a mystifyingly accusatory undertone to his words, that he knew DAMN well what had happened, and that he had better never talk about the kyuubi or the attack in front of them ever again.

Aside from these seeming dead ends, though, Sasuke had slowly nonetheless managed to piece some crucial pieces of information together. While it wasn't enough to lead him to any concrete conclusion, it certainly gave him a good, general idea of the most probable answer.

There had been some useful information, on that matter, below the family shrine. While his parents had never told him about it, Sasuke found out some very interesting information, down there, about the nine-tails, and the idea ofjinchuuriki. There was never any real evidence for him to pin down as proof of any one theory, but he'd long had his suspicions, in the back of his mind.

And what he was seeing now really just confirmed them.

Sasuke gulped, looking up at the large fox, which really was the spitting image of what he'd seen from illustrations of the kyuubi.

"Naruto..." he murmured, more frightened than relieved. While this revelation answered some certain long-standing questions, the situation in which it was given to him itself raised some much more immediately pressing concerns. "You... wouldn't actually eat me, r-right...?"

Naruto, in the form of a pygmy kyuubi, grinned. "I wouldn't bet on that, Snack-suke," he rumbled, his words suggestive in just about the worst kind of way. He licked his chops, leering hungrily at the last loyal Uchiha.

A/N: I have no idea how this chapter got so monstrously long, and so heavily devoted to some honestly very out of place introspection from Sasuke on the matter of the strange dichotomy between himself and Naruto, and how he apparently had long suspected the true reason behind the blond's treatment by the village.
Except that is kind of a lie. I DO have an idea how that happened, but it's really boring in that I'd just never really personally covered this particular concept before in my writing, so what started out as just Sasuke telling the audience that he had long suspected that Naruto held the Nine-tails kinda quickly devolved (evolved?) into something else entirely, with an in depth exploration of the possible canon ways Sasuke may have seen Naruto pre-Valley of the End, and some of the various really possible ways in which it would seriously suck to be an orphan in the Naruto world, and even a bit of an exploration of WHY Sasuke could never move past the loss of his family, even after Itachi's death.
Unrelatedly, who wants Naruto to kill Sasuke of when he eats him, and who wants Naruto to make Sasuke his living sacrifice vore-slave, like Sakura is? I'd personally lean more towards the latter, but I wouldn't mind hearing what the rest of you think.
Updated: 12-17-13
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