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Chakra Contamination	By : Xax Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 15645 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Naruto did actually have a life outside of fucking around with Kiba.
That being said, the rest of his day was still spent thinking about fucking around with Kiba. It was hard to stop thinking about. Sunk between his hips, his knot kept tingling, its softened bulk still solid enough for the motion of his legs to squeeze it down and present a phantom-sense memory of knotting Kiba, and that just brought everything else back in a full-body flash of heat. At one point he was sitting down, checking through somebody else's mission paperwork, and realized he'd been rhythmically squeezing his thighs together, letting his sheathed dick slurp back and forth inside him, and he was actually maybe ten seconds away from letting his pre-flooded sheath overflow and make a sloppy mess all over his chair. He'd sat back with a clatter, the sudden lack of pressure almost enough to let his slick, slimy dick unsheath in a giant mess, and had to think hard about literally anything that wasn't the morning's threesome.
His throat was still a little sore from Akamaru's dick. He felt the ache soaking into the back of his mouth, his throat, his sinuses still a little sore from having dog cum pumping through them. It was the same thing all over again. It was like that for everything, the entire day.
There was something else he was putting off, though, and it was only on the walk back home when he finally let it surface in his head. He needed to talk to Kurama.
It'd been hanging over him, ever since he'd said, out loud, that he'd been having sex dreams about Kurama. Obviously he knew that Kurama could see everything he saw and hear everything he heard — and that was its own kind of embarrassing, when he definitely knew Kurama could hear him begging for Kiba's dick — but the fox was usually pretty polite about sharing a body these days. But there was no way that particular confession has been missed, and there was a pointed kind of silence in the back of his head that grew and grew.
Naruto left his apartment dark when he came in, heading to his bedroom by touch. He settled down on his floor, crosslegged on a pillow. Might as well get this over with, he thought, and closed his eyes.
When he opened them again he was in the old sewer drain, with musty water pooling over his feet. The air was still and dank.
"Still hasn't redecorated," Naruto grumbled to himself as he sloshed down the corridor, one hand on the crumbling brick wall.
The gate of the seal had vanished entirely, and the gateway itself was twice, three times the size of the old gate: a smooth opening into the vast dark depths of the seal. There was the roar of rushing air from the darkness, and then looming out into the dim light was Kurama's head. One enormous red eye peered down at him, followed by the dark flesh of his muzzle; a flash of a single enormous fang, larger than Naruto's entire body.
After breaking the seal, Kurama appeared more-or-less his actual size, which was to say he was the size of a mountain instead of just the size of a building. They hadn't talked about it, but Naruto got the feeling it was less some mystical subconscious chakra balancing thing and more just that Kurama really liked looming. It was cute. He'd never say that to his face, of course, but... Kurama liked being in charge, being in control, being threatening and scary. Being told you had a demon inside you was one thing, to a little kid, but after talking to him, arguing with him, yelling at him, for years and years, that blunted the effect of Kurama's face looming out of the darkness, eyes glowing red, blackened muzzle pulled up in angry folds to show giant glistening teeth. It was cute.
The other thing, though, was that, well, Naruto thought it was really hot actually. He absolutely wanted Kurama to use him as a fucktoy. Which— that was kind of exactly what the dreams were about, right? Kurama was hot when he was pissed off. But it was one thing to think about how much he wanted Kurama's knot when he was half-asleep tangled up in his sheets, skin slick with pre. Something else to think about it fully awake, with Kurama right in front of him.
That wasn't exactly where he'd meant his train of thought to go, but after the past few days how could it not? He knew exactly what it was like to play with a dog dick. It was one thing to know, vaguely, that his dick was also what Kurama's dick looked like, but it was something else entirely to hold the weight of Kiba's dick in his hand; to feel the way Akamaru's dick rippled and pulsed in his mouth, and know that Kurama's dick would be like that too: strange, animal, giant. But now, face-to-face with Kurama, it was a little awkward.
There was a pause. Naruto awkwardly shifted his weight. "Um," he said. "Hey?" His cheeks were burning.
Kurama kept looming pointedly down at him, not saying anything. His eyes burned in the darkness, red chakra spilling out and streaking up his face, outlining his animal features.
"So, uh," Naruto could feel his throat tighten. "Uhhh," he squeaked out. "Sex dreams?"
Kurama let out a booming laugh that shook the stones. His tongue lapped out and licked his lips, wetting them for talking. His laughter died down to a rippling beneath his words: "You've been doing lot more than just having dreams, it seems like," he said.
He'd had Akamaru's dick down his throat. Forget seeing and hearing; Kurama could feel that. He could smell it when Akamaru mashed his balls against his face.
Naruto swallowed heavily. "Yeah," he said.
Kurama leered down at him, eyes fuming. "Seems like you've been enjoying my gift," he said, pointedly looking down.
Naruto looked down. He was naked. Had he been naked the entire time? His sheath was heavy between his thighs, balls bunched up tighter from the chill of the drain. His cocktip was just-barely pushing out, a hot plume of heat billowing up from it across his stomach and chest. "Oh," he said. "Also, wait, gift?!"
Kurama's eyes swung in his skull as he looked at Naruto. Every motion of his was pointed, dramatic; his face was huge enough Naruto could see minute twitches across his muzzle, the slide of his lips over his fangs, the slight change in the muscles around his eyes or the way they were focused. "You got it from using my chakra," he said. "How else would you call it?"
Naruto scratched his head. "I guess." He paused. "And actually it's been really great, so, thanks?"
Kurama's lips peeled back in a smug grin, showing off his fangs.
A thought hit Naruto. "Wait, did you like— know this was gonna happen?"
"Some of us," Kurama said, dryly, "know what we're doing with our chakra. You muddling everything together every time you tried to draw from the seal— it would be difficult for anyone to fail to understand the consequences."
Maybe a few years ago that would've gotten his hackles up. Now, though, Naruto just laughed. "You know, if you didn't want me using your chakra, telling me I was gonna grow a fox dick if I didn't cut it out would've freaked me out as a kid."
Kurama snorted. "And now...?"
Naruto flushed. "I mean. Uh. I mean, you know what I've been up to."
Kurama blinked, slowly, still very smug and deliberate. "I do." And then, mouth moving even more slowly and deliberately: "I believe you said something about sex dreams." There was a yapping fox cackle shadowing his words, just barely restrained as a subvocal hum. Kurama was loving it.
"Listen," Naruto said, pointing at him. "This is all your fault anyway. It doesn't mean anything."
"Did I say it did?" Kurama rolled his eyes — not the human expression, but like a frenzied fox, eyes bulging, rolling spasmodically in their sockets. He was literally solely doing it to freak him out. "Do you think it means something?"
It absolutely meant something. On some level, obviously, he'd been hoping his sex dreams were a little more than dreams. He talked with Kurama in a weird dream-world; was it too much to assume that his sex dreams might be, well, sex? He didn't just want sex dreams, he wanted it actually: Kurama looming over him, giant claws pricking his belly and thighs, hot breath spilling across his dick. Kurama, as frenzied and pent-up as Naruto felt all the time, using him as a fucktoy. He wanted Kurama to fuck him. He wanted Kurama to want to fuck him.
Begging Kurama to fuck him would be — it would be a little much. He didn't beg Kiba to fuck him. He had some pride. And it was one thing to jerk off with Kiba, but he didn't even know where to start with Kurama. Even standing in front of him, naked, talking about his fox dick — it felt bizarrely non-sexual, in a way.
He didn't want to just up and say it, so he came out accusing: "Are you sure you haven't been— fucking around in my head? Giving me dreams?"
Kurama finally broke and started cackling. His laughter sounded awful, like someone choking: sharp animal yaps, erratically bunched together, booming like a cannon. "You're a teenage boy, and you're horny. My only possible influence is that, well—" He pulled back his teeth in a terrifying imitation of a grin. "—my fox balls are much more potent than your pitiful human ones were; your body is overstimulated, even for someone your age. You've been having wet dreams, that's all."
Hearing Kurama actually say, out loud, the phrase 'fox balls' sent a rush of heat all across Naruto's skin.
"I'm not so desperate for sex I'd be willing to stoop to fucking some dream-shrouded illusion." Kurama continued, scornful. "And if I tried to influence your dreams, even a little, it would just draw you here. Awake. You should know that; I'd certainly done it enough times when you were a child." Kurama paused.
"Observing them certainly was interesting," he said, leering. "You have a filthy imagination." Kurama was halfway between mocking him and teasing him. His breath was a hot wind billowing all across his naked body, reeking of musk.
Despite himself, there was a hot prickling all across Naruto's stomach and ass, and his cock unsteadily lurched another inch out of his sheath, slick and shining pointed straight at Kurama's face. "Wait," Naruto squawked, dazed, dizzy with— arousal? Maybe? "You've been watching them?!" Heat zipped across his body, hot shocky tension catching across his thighs, his forearms, burning like the memory of a handprint on his skin. His balls churned, bunching up beneath his sheath in an enormous mounded lump, aching and heavy. "You knew this whole time?!"
Kurama leered, tongue lolling sickeningly from his mouth, licking off the froth that had gathered at the corners of his blackened lips. His tongue alone was three, four times the size of Naruto's entire body. Flecks of drool splattered into the water, like a soft drizzle, and spattered up Naruto's bare body, each a pinprick point of contact, hot and then cold, filling the air around him with the spicy, animal scent of fox drool. "How could I not," he said, a grating purr in his throat, "when you called for me so sweetly?"
Naruto whined, high in his throat. "You're a creepy old pervert, you know that?"
"Oh, I've been called much worse than that," Kurama said. "Would you like to see just how perverse I can be?"
Naruto whined again, sheath lurching — cock unsheathing further, hot streamers of pre drizzling down his shaft, overflowing the lip of his sheath and drenching his balls, winding across his thighs into the stagnant water below.
"Hearing you call for me," Kurama continued, voice a buzzing rhythm. "Pleading for me, for more. Inventing ever-more-depraved ways you could give yourself to me." He licked his lips again, splattering drool into the water. He was panting, breath billowing out over the water, rich and heady, making Naruto woozy with the scent of it. "It was intoxicating."
"You're enjoying this!" Naruto said.
"Of course I am. Should I not be?" Kurama's eyes focused on Naruto's cock, unsheathed and dripping. "You certainly are."
"I mean, teasing me."
Kurama snorted. "You've never had much a mind for subterfuge. Every desire you have is writ large. I can smell your lust for me." He grinned again, tongue lolling from his mouth in a sloppy spill. "Growing more and more, these past few years. Do you blame me, for playing with my prey before I pounce?"
"I'm not your prey," Naruto objected, mulishly.
"Oh? So you don't wish for me to hunt you down. To pin you beneath me? For me to play with you as I wish?"
Naruto flushed. "You don't gotta say it like that," he mumbled, dizzily aware of how his cock ached, throbbing eagerly before him as Kurama spoke. His knot burnt like a hot coal within his aching sheath.
Kurama sniffed. "Of course, I'm not going to debase myself. You can serve me. I won't shrink myself down to fuck some puny human."
Naruto let out an involuntary groan, embarrassingly long and drawn out, just from the thought of it. From the sound of Kurama saying he wasn't gonna fuck him. From the sound of Kurama saying fuck. "Did I ask?!" he yelped.
"Oh, I think we both know quite well what you're asking for." Naruto's face burned at Kurama's fixed gaze, at his smirking face.
"Step forward," Kurama said, "Come to me."
Naruto shambled forward on wobbly legs, his fully-unsheathed and dripping cock leading the way. It was a weight, heavy and enormous, dragged down nearly horizontal by its immense weight. It jounced, balls rolling off his thighs, shaft lurching up and down, slinging slashing lines of pre before him.
The gate of the seal may have been obliterated, but there was still the gateway: the space where the old drain tunnel opened up into the impossible darkness. Symbolic, only, now, but Naruto's steps stilled, just before the threshold, before he stepped out into the darkness.
With the light behind him, his eyes — not too different from a fox's — adjusted quick. Kurama's face was brilliantly lit, but the shape of his body was outlined against the darkness, orange-black and limned with red chakra, billowing up from him like a fog. His tails swept through the darkness, stirring up the air in hot waves, drenching Naruto in the rich, rank scent of the fox.
Naruto's gaze slide up over Kurama's underbelly, between his flanks: his sheath was enormous, drooping off his body in a weighty, hanging lump, and his fuzzy balls hung even lower, smacking against his haunches as he shifted backwards, deeper into the darkness. His cocktip was emerging from his sheath, and the scale was — impossible. In the darkness Naruto's depth-perception was all off; Kurama could have been a foot out of reach above him, instead of being a mountain-sized figure framing a ceiling above him. His sheath alone was bigger than a building.
"Long ago," Kurama said, voice echoing all through the open space. "Before all the seals and the wars, there were humans who worshiped me — correctly — as a god," he said. "And I had ways to reward those who were particularly devoted."
"Oh yeah?" Naruto's voice was tight and squeaky, dazed.
Chakra spilling up Kurama's tails like water flowing in reverse. Heavy mounds collected at the very tips, writhing in taut orbs before they launched off, crashing to the floor in watery bursts and slowly pulling themselves together into coherent shapes: huge chakra-bodies. Nine of them, each a miniature version of Kurama sculpted out of his boiling red-black chakra, complete with nine wildly-lashing tails. They fumed with power, glowing red light hazing their bodies in billows of rippling energy. They prowled closer, forming a half-circle in front of Naruto. Each one was maybe three-quarters Naruto's height, coming up to his chest, and, well. Each one had a heavy fox dick stabbing out from their crotch, smacking against their undersides as they prowled closer, drizzling a fuming mess of red-black chakra into the water below.
Naruto swallowed heavily. "All your followers wanted to get fucked by giant demon foxes?" he asked, mouth dry.
Kurama laughed: "You certainly want to."
Naruto couldn't argue with that. Muscles beneath his sheath spasmed and lurched, forcing his knot out into the open with a wet spatter of pre. His legs wobbled, and Naruto let himself fall to his knees, splashing into the murky water, waiting for the chakra-foxes to come to him. His gaze slid up: Kurama's body, above him, formed a cavernous hollow. His legs were pillars outlining the space, and his cock, well — it was bigger than the old Hokage tower, impossibly gigantic drooping out of its sheath, looking like a perfect copy of Naruto's own dick only fifty times bigger. He was lightly dripping pre, a thin drizzle spilling down the slope of his cockhead into the water, only it hit with the force of a waterfall. His drooling pre filled the space with the sound of crashing water, thickening the stagnant water into something cloudy, and sending a thick haze rippling out across the floor, rank and meaty. That 'thin drizzle' could fill a lake, could coat a building.
Kurama swung a tail between his haunches, coiling it around his cock. He stroked himself like that, hips rutting forward, cock bobbing minutely up and down, sending the pouring waterfall of his pre slashing back and forth across the ground like a roving waterspout. He crooned, spreading his legs wider, paws shifting with a thundering scrape. He brought another tail down to curl around his sheath, squeezing and stroking his knot until it slurped out into the open with a sound like a building exploding: air roaring simply from the motion of his tails, the soft sounds of his flesh creaking and stretching amplified a hundredfold by his size, resonating through the vast open space. His knot burst out into the open, spraying heavy cords of backed-up pre all over, drizzling down like rain, churning the water and turning it slimy, murky. Kurama keened, haunches moving, fucking his tails as he stared down at Naruto's kneeling form, eyes burning red.
The chakra-foxes moved closer, so close now they made a solid half-circle with their tails tangled against each other. They were perfect replicas of Kurama: same rangy build, same pointed muzzle, same long ears. And same cock, unsheathed across their underbellies, knot still hidden in their sheaths. Cocks easily bigger than his own, Kiba's, Akamaru's — Naruto wouldn't put it beyond Kurama to make his clones just-so sized so that they'd have bigger cocks than any others he'd seen. He wasn't going to complain about it, for sure. The part where they were all just-slightly bigger than Akamaru's dick definitely wasn't an accident. Where Akamaru's dick was... colossal, absurd, dog dick as thick and long as his arm, Kurama had made sure to make his clones so that they were just a shade longer, just a hair thicker. Just a few inches longer, when the both of them had dicks where 'a few inches' was actually a pretty small difference.
"You're kinda egotistical, you know," Naruto found himself saying.
Kurama's chakra flashed. "I'm the greatest of the tailed beasts," he said, voice booming. "Don't I have reason to be?"
"You're playing dick-size games to beat a dog—" Naruto started, and stopped because one of the foxes reared and pounced, paws hitting him in the chest and bowling him over backwards into the shallow water with a splash.
Fair enough, Naruto thought, and opened wide, letting it stand over him and drool red-black chakra all down his face, burbling into his mouth with a fiery tingle. Naruto groaned, swallowing, and the fox leaned down to lap across his face before stuffing its chakra-tongue into his mouth, wet and drooling. Its chakra burned, the overwhelming presence of the demon fox's wild power, but he was beyond used to it: he just moaned, hungry, desperate, for more. The other foxes crept in, burning fur pressing against his sides, their paws digging into his stomach and thighs, their cocks wetly slurping as they drooled oily chakra all over his skin.
Naruto gulped, dizzy with arousal as he bucked up against the fox's body, hungrily gurgling as he swallowed its tongue down his throat. His hands clenched around its forelegs, fingers digging into its wild fur, entire body shaking with heat, grinding his cock up against its own. His eyes rolled back into his head, hips jerking up, and he came all over himself in an abrupt rush, heat and sensation sliding along his spurting cock. There was a tongue on his balls, a fox muzzle wrapping around his knot and suckling on its side, basting it in fuming energy as Naruto came and came. He mindlessly humped upward, cock sliding along the fox's own dick, spewing his load all over his chest, cum stringing between his grasping hands wrapped around its forelegs, dripping down his face mixed in with the fox's own burning drool. He would've been embarrassed at how fast he came, if he wasn't occupied making out with the fox, gulping down its fiery chakra drool, body dizzily focusing on the heat of its own cock smacking against his front.
The other foxes pressed closer, sharp cocktips scraping across his wrists, thighs, back; sharp and implacably hard, taut to bursting when he arched back against them, whining high in his throat — voice muffled around the slobbery fox tongue — as they dug into his skin, their slick, slippery tips skidding over his skin and painting his body in goopy lines of pre. They pushed him up to his knees, wet noses or maybe cocks prodding against his neck, his back. There was a wet spill of drool drizzling down his back, another fox licking across the back of his head, and then it opened wide, slurping most of his head into its mouth so it could bathe him in its spit more easily: a slobbery trail of acrid fox drool that coated his back, dripping all the way down to the crack of his ass. Another tongue caught it, tongue swiping across his cheeks before pressing between them with a wet //crack//, and Naruto moaned, lurching forward on all fours, rutting his ass back against the fox's pointed muzzle. His cock, not softening even after his first orgasm, hung heavily beneath him, continually gushing pre into the soupy water below.
Another long, sharp muzzle opened up against his ass, fangs digging into the flesh of his hips, tongue lapping briefly against the heavy mound of his drawn-up-tight balls, and the fox pushed into him, tongue furling over itself in a wet mound for a moment before it shoved inside, breaching his asshole with a slick, hot push. Naruto sobbed, stuffed from both ends with lashing, drooling fox tongues, and he came all over himself again: head pinned inside the mouths of two giant foxes; giant fox dicks pressed all along his sides, glazing him head to toe in their syrupy pre; fangs scraped across the flesh of his ass as the tongue inside him bore down hard on the twist of his guts, pushing deeper with a sudden flowering heat. His cock kicked hard, lurching up to smack him in the chest with each shot, spewing rope after rope of his own fox cum all over.
The fox before him pulled back, its tongue pulling up from his throat with a sloppy gurgle, leaving him flushed and open-mouthed, drooling the fox's chakra-tainted spit down his face in gleaming lines. He blew bubbles, throat clogged with filmy slime, frothing up in the back of his mouth when he moaned, eyes rolling back in his head. The fox tongue deep in his ass lashed and squirmed, digging into him hard enough that the taut flesh across his stomach bulged and warped.
Naruto found himself moaning brokenly, begging "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" over and over as the fox tonguefucked him, its tongue heavy and slick and sparking inside him, but that was nothing compared to the solid, implacable weight of a cock in his ass. He needed to be fucked, to be mounted like an animal and bred hard.
"Needy," Kurama rumbled, above, and the chakra fox pulled back and nipped at his ass cheek for his impatience, leaving a stinging mark that burned hotter as the fox returned to his fucked-open ass, tongue catching the burble of chakra drool spilling down over the puffy, bruised folds of his worked-open asshole and stuffing it back inside him. Its muzzle spread wider against Naruto's ass, tongue squirming in his guts with a dizzying heat, knocking against his inner walls hard enough to drive the breath from his lungs in desperate, needy pants. It lashed inside him, slobbery and wet, drooling hot chakra into his guts.
Naruto sobbed, rutting his ass against the fox's face, his still-hard cock swinging beneath him, a huge, heavy counterbalance that smacked up against his stomach, smearing him in drizzles of fresh pre on top of the slimy mess of lathered cum. His moans were abruptly silenced: one of the foxes mounted his face, paws scrabbling across the back of his head, and stuffed a good foot of its cock straight into his open mouth, plunging down his fucked-open throat without a single hitch, turning Naruto's yowling moans into a soft wet //slurp//. Naruto groaned, sound buzzing in his throat, and the fox lurched forward, tipping up his head so it was a straight shot from his lips down to his stomach. The rippling red-black chakra of its body enveloped Naruto's head, pinning his face against its underbelly, lips spread obscenely wide, throat warped inhumanly. Naruto gulped and gulped, fiery chakra pre gushing straight down into his stomach in sloppy bursts, lubing the fox's thrusts as it ground down deeper, fucking more of its colossal cock into his open, yielding body.
The fox behind him followed suit, pulling its tongue from his ass with a wet explosion of drool, leaving his hole gaping wide, spit gurgling down from his guts in slobbery bursts. It mounted him too, pinning Naruto tight between the bodies of the two giant chakra foxes, and thrust forward: its cock jammed between his thighs, smacking against his own dangling fox balls for a thrust or two before it pulled back, cock skewing up over his side, up his back. It rippled against his skin, gushing out thick, filmy strings of thick, liquidy chakra, basting Naruto's entire body in its heavy bursts before it jerked back, yapping angrily, and tried again. It shoved its cock between Naruto's splayed asscheeks, coating them in a dripping froth of churned-up pre, before it dug down, dragging the hard spar of its cock against Naruto's soft flesh. The tip of its dick skidded across Naruto's spit-lathered asscheek, smearing across the puffy, furled flesh of his splayed asshole and finally sinking into his sloppy, tonguefucked-open hole. The fat cock twitched, lurching inside him and spitting out a heavy gush of burning chakra pre, and Naruto let out a wanton moan, slime burbling up around the cock pistoning into his throat. A rush of heat flooded through his entire body as the fox sunk into him. It reared up, paws scratching across his sides as it mounted him properly, cocktip jabbing deeper, and then its weight settled atop him — paws on his shoulders, slamming him down onto his elbows into the frothy slurry of precome-laden water beneath him — and it hunched forwards, hips bearing down, giant balls swaying forward to loudly crack against his thighs as it sunk most of its shaft into his guts in a single brutal thrust. His guts lurched, organs shifting inside to make way for the absolutely colossal cock plunging into his depths with an obscene, sustained gurgle. Naruto's eyes rolled back into his head, cock erupting untouched again, entire body spasming as it adjusted to the sudden intrusion.
The two foxes fucked him brutally, Naruto's body jerked back and forth between them, like a ragdoll nearly torn apart by their thrusts. Their colossal cocks plunged into him with a sickening wet gurgle, struggling to fit within his comparatively tiny body. The fox's heavy knot bashed against Naruto's face, easily bigger than two fists even soft and pulpy, and the fox jabbed forward again, smacking its knot again and again against Naruto's flushed, disheveled face, painting him with goopy lines of slime, drooling down his face as they snapped off the bulging knot.
Naruto's stomach bloated out, both cocks bulging it — one jabbing down, through his stomach, the other stabbing up sheathed in his guts, forming a sharp swell under his belly-button. They squirmed up and down as the foxes shifted their weight above him, clashing against each other only thinly-sheathed in Naruto's warped flesh, organs rearranged, guts unspooling. They dipped back within his body only to lurch out deeper and thicker when the foxes jabbed forwards again, dragging his stomach out into an obscene, impossible pillar of warped flesh, visibly pulsing from the feigned beating of the chakra-fox's heart.
This wasn't a dream; his body didn't have the same impossible dream-logic warping, but it wasn't entirely real either: his skin felt tight, drawn out sharply, but even when the foxes ground the full length of their cock into him — one knot bearing down against his bruised, aching lips, the other grinding down between his cheeks — the impossible swell of his stomach didn't hurt; his skin didn't split and tear. Naruto gurgled, body a flesh-sheath for the foxes to use, every passage in his body clogged with their burning, fiery chakra-pre. His lungs jerked sideways against the displaced pressure of his rearranged guts, shuddering against the enormous pillar of the cock sunk down his throat. Naruto's own cock clashed against the skin-sheathed club of the fox's dicks protruding from his front, bloating his belly out into a drooping, sloshing mess that warped so far it sunk into the murky water beneath him, grinding his dick against the gritty ground beneath.
The other foxes, not entirely content with their own needs untended, pressed closer: cocks sliding against Naruto's armpits, between his thighs, pinning their cocks in the spaces across his back and sides where the foxes mounting him were pressed tight, forming a slick, fuzzy passage. Naruto lost all sense of their bodies: he was enveloped in a frenzy of heat, cocks and paws and teeth and tails curling around his body, pressing down on him.
Their chakra suffused him, forming dripping tendrils curling down his sides, adding to the churning building up inside him as the two foxes mounting him gushed their burning pre into his belly. He sloshed as they thrust into him, heavy wet ooze building up in his guts, slowly softening the twin spikes of their cocks bulging out his stomach as the rest of his belly grew around them. After a while it hardly felt like sex; hardly felt like anything: like drifting in a sea of fiery red-black chakra, huge cock-tongue-tentacles probing inside him, suffusing his entire body, fur and claws and teeth wrapping him in a sloppy, dripping layer of fuming chakra. Inside it, Naruto gurgled and drooled; his cock continually oozed cum, sometimes erratically twitching to gush out a sharp plume into the slimy, murky water beneath. If transforming into his Jinchūriki form had felt like this... well, in practice then he would've cum all over himself every time he tried. Naruto whined, sucking on the hard fox dick in his mouth, face dripping with goopy strings of slimy liquid chakra. A cock ground against his arms, skidding from his armpit to his elbow as the half-formed chakra fox rutted against him. All the foxes swirled around him, forming a near-opaque mass of bubbling chakra bearing down on him, soaking into his skin, bloating his belly until he looked just as swollen as Kiba had been: gut dragging against the stone floor, anchoring him in place. Naruto was lost inside the haze, eyes rolled back into his skull, continually cumming on himself as the whirling chakra-mass plunged down his throat and flooded his stomach, pushing deeper into his guts.
The foxes lost all form entirely as Kurama got close, his own breath becoming a thrum filling the room: sharper and sharper as he lost control, until he was simply plunging immense ropes of unformed chakra into Naruto's body, nose and mouth and ass and ears and eyes, crushing him under the churning mass of rippling ooze. His tails were curled up between his legs, around his sides, to milk his bloated knot and stroke his gushing shaft as he stared down at Naruto, fucked open from his lashing chakra-tentacles. His muzzle snapped open to let out a shrieking, animal yowl as his cock erupted, blasting ropes of cum with the force of a shattered dam, cutting choppy waves through the cum-thickened sludge lining the floor. Kurama aimed his cock down, closer to Naruto, like a geyser impacting only feet away. Cum sloshed up over Naruto in a crashing wave, chakra churning apart into the murky sea of cum as the current bowled him over and sending him spinning, flailing atop a rushing wave of fox cum.
Naruto spun with the current of slime, dazed and hazy, and was only dimly aware of crashing into something soft and wet and heavy. He surfaced, pulling himself free with a gasp, to find himself halfway sunk inside a broad sandbar of cum, thick and pudding-like when he tried to push off of it.
The room was a mess: the water had risen up to mid-calf, more cum than water at this point. The thiner, siltier sludge sunk down to coat the floor, impossibly slippery when Naruto tried to stand up, and he went flailing and crashing back down into the muddy heap. The thicker, goopier mess of Kurama's initial spurts had caught against each other, tendrils mashing together to form scraggly sandbars like the one Naruto was pressed against, forming low islands through the swampy mire of the rest of the chamber. Kurama's cum glowed, red-black chakra limning the piles, slowly dripping up against gravity and filling the room with wavering tendrils. The sea of cum lapped at the islands, slowly churning them together into a dense bubbly froth that eventually pulled free, forming loose mats that spun idly through the currents of churning ooze.
It looked like a scene out of another world, bizarre, impossible, and slightly undercut by how Kurama was still in the center of the chamber, yowling and heaving, tails milking his knot as he kept pissing out thin, watery fox cum. The room stunk of sex, rank and acrid from the intense fox musk.
Naruto groaned, sunk into a mass of cum, ooze webbed all across his front, his own still-hard cock pinned under the bulk of his bloated, sloshing belly. He reached down and wrapped both hands around his length. The touch was utterly frictionless, hands and cock alike thickly glazed with Kurama's cum, and he fucked his hands, huffing and groaning. He came again, his messy spurts paltry compared to the sheer scope of Kurama's load, just drizzling down his cum-smeared side and into the sloshing mess. He was dazed, entire body tingling, throat and ass still feeling fucked-open, with sparks of phantom sensation rippling through his body every time he tried to move. He was content to just float on the sea of cum, in his afterglow, watching Kurama jerking off.
Eventually — Naruto couldn't tell how long — Kurama finished up, the continual flow of cum trailing off until he finally pried his tails off his knot, letting his softening cock sag down beneath him, still sluggishly drooling cum. He shook his tails out, flinging globs of cum all across the walls and ceiling. He was sodden, his own fur matted and dripping, underbelly a wash of white, with sloppy cords of cum drooling down his legs, totally soaking his haunches. Cum dripped from the points of his ears, although Naruto couldn't tell exactly how any got there.
Kurama stretched and yawped, throat warbling with some weird fox noises, and took a few sloshing steps, paws obliterating sandbars, spinning off whirlpools in their wake.
"It's been a while since I could get off properly," he said. "I did miss it." His cock, still throbbing beneath him, lurched up and smacked against his underbelly as he flexed it, pushing out a final drizzle of thick, murky cum. His ear twitched, sending a cord of cum flying. "This place did need some redecorating."
Naruto tried to struggle out of the sandbar of cum again, flailing and kicking to try to get any purchase whatsoever. He lurched over onto his side, claws scraping at the floor, and ungainly managed to pull himself up to his knees — immersed nearly to his chest in the slimy slurry flooding the room. "You think this is an improvement?" he said, voice weirdly loud. Maybe he was shouting. The chamber actually being lit up — by Kurama's glowing cum — made it less like talking to a shadowy void in the shape of a face and more like trying to have a conversation with somebody standing on a nearby mountain peak. "You think this is an improvement?" he said, again, at a more reasonable volume.
Kurama snorted. "Better than in the dream of a child who thinks there's a monster waiting in the darkness. I have you to blame for this aesthetic to begin with. I'd been meaning to reshape things after we broke the seal, but..." he stepped towards Naruto, his cock loudly thwacking against his haunches as it bobbed beneath him. "Now would be a good time to actually start."
Kurama's chakra surged through the chamber. His cum was starting to eat through the bricks, Naruto noticed with a little concern. Glowing cracks cut through the brickwork. "But," Kurama continued, cum-slathered head craning down to stare at him. "You didn't come here to watch me redecorate." He lapped at his muzzle, licking up cum drooling down his chin. "Yes, I think this was a nice appetizer."
"Appetizer?!" Naruto squawked.
"If you think that fully sated my desires, you have no idea what kind of appetite a tailed beast has," Kurama said. "There's much, much more to come."
Naruto whimpered, dizzily aware of his own implacably-hard cock, still dripping fresh precum after so many orgasms he'd lost count.
"There's only so much your body can withstand for now, of course," Kurama said. "But that gives me an idea of what to try next:"
Naruto only had time to dimly form the words — "Next?" before another chakra-clone rose out of the swamp, a mess of murky cum mixed together with burning chakra. It ran forward, paws splattering through the mess, and leapt, hitting him directly in the chest and bowling him backwards again, and—
—Naruto thrashed his way up, arms suddenly not swimming through the sea of cum. He was lying on his bedroom floor, chest slimy with cum, cock fully unsheathed and throbbing hard. He pushed himself up off his floor, grimacing at the mess: he'd cum all over himself more than a few times, and there was a messy trench of cum shot across the floor, up the wall, and partially dripping from the ceiling from when he'd came while meditating.
"What a mess," he grumbled, "Stupid demon fox."
There was a stirring of chakra inside him and an enormous chakra-fox burst out of him, completing the leap it had started within the chamber of the seal. It skidded on the smooth floor, claws digging into the floorboards and splintering them apart as it twisted around to face him: entire body red-black chakra, real and immense, with tendrils rippling up into the air above it, radiating enough power to freeze a person in their tracks. Its cock bobbed beneath it, oozing demonic chakra onto the ground, so dense with energy it was dripping.
"I said," Kurama's voice echoed in his head. "There was much more to come." Naruto could practically feel the heat in his voice, the shared arousal. His cock ached. "If you want to be host to my desires, to slake my lusts — well. There are many ways to service me."
It was really hot. Still, Naruto couldn't resist scoffing a little. "You're such a pervert."
"I'm a pervert? You're the one begging to get fucked by a demon fox."
Sure, the chakra-foxes fucking him in the seal had been real, but this was real. The chakra fox's dick twitched, spurting out a tendril of burning chakra that smoldered across the floorboards.
Naruto swallowed hard. "Yeah," he said, mouth dry. "C'mon, fuck me hard."
Kurama's voice buzzed. "Needy and demanding," he said. The chakra fox prowled closer, rippling the air around it with its heat. "You are an exceptional host. Let's see you keep up."
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