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A Lewd New World	By : EvilFuzzy Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 74834 -:- Recommendations : 12 -:- Currently Reading : 24
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A Lewd New World
A Naruto smutbunny
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.
(miraiya can get rather scary when she needs to O.o)

Deidara was an impulsive woman. Just ask anyone who knew her. She was passionate, yes, but also fickle, flying from one interest to another as soon as she grew bored. She was neither patient nor steadfast. Her attention was fleeting.
She loved sex, to be sure. More than many, indeed, Deidara adored the sensations of the flesh. She loved to explore beautiful bodies, reducing attractive women to puddles of orgasmic bliss. And she delighted also in being explored, being made love to herself by beautiful people. She loved to have sex.
But Deidara grew bored easily, moving from one partner to the next as surely as the turning of the tides. She was a fickle, impulsive soul. Monogamy, to her, was synonymous with monotony. She did not desire to be tied down to a single person.
So when she saw the spiral brand of an Uzumaki concubine get placed on the ass of her partner and senior in the Akatsuki, Deidara decided it was time to split. Naruto was hot, but she had no desire to be so bound to any one person.
No, not even to a stud like Naruto.
"Ohh, Master...!" Sasori's voice drifted down from the stony butte, where Naruto had his way with her shapely butt. "Master... Ah! Ah! Master! I love you! Ohhhh❤"
Deidara blushed at the sound of this, feeling the warmth in her belly. Her pussy was dripping wet, the racket of her partner's gleeful intercourse arousing the blonde greatly even as it faded into the distance.
"Sasori-chan... OH! So niiiice... You're so tight. I love you, too!"
Deidara was naked as she sneaked away, her modest bosom heaving with carefully controlled breaths. Her manual mouths were drooling, tongues wagging out and trying to lick the blonde's own body. She was horny, incredibly so. Her nipples were rock hard, and her butt cheeks bounced suggestively as she went. Moisture dripped from a red, distended pussy.
Naruto was busy with Sasori. Deidara could hear the slapping of his pelvis against the woody, springy substance of her partner's body. She could hear their moans and cries as she slunk into the shadows, exclamations of sensual delight.
There were many tall and tumbled standing stones behind the butte in this blasted heath, remnants perhaps of some long forgotten battle. The shadows they cast were long and deep, providing the perfect cover for Deidara's get away. Sparse, brown-scorched grass clung to the few, shallow bits of soil to be found in this barren region.
Deidara was fickle and impulsive. While Sasori might be content to surrender herself mind, body, and soul, Deidara was more willful. She would not let herself be so easily tamed!
If Naruto wanted her, he would have to come get her.
Naked as a jaybird, the Mad Bomber of Iwa slipped away.
...or, at least, she made to do so. But the blonde had been hasty. She neglected to take certain factors into account.
Factors like a certain pair of perverts.
Deidara felt something cool, moist, and sticky slap onto her bum. It spread over her buttocks in a way that sent shivers up her spine, and she found her forward momentum nigh instantly arrested. Something fleshy stuck to her ass, adhering firmly enough to stop to blonde in her tracks.
She had a single moment of stillness to ponder, idly, what it was that had her. Then she felt a tug on her behind, and Deidara was uncerimoniously yanked backwards. She bent at the hips, nearly double, perilously close to kissing her own shins, as the... thing reeled in her fine ass like a master fly-fisher with his hook on a prize bass.
Her insides felt curiously weightless for a handful of seconds. She watched the rocky ground slip away below her.
Then, with a smack and a slurp, Deidara knew only darkness.
Wet, smelly darkness.

Miraiya grinned cheerfully, giving her summoned toad a pat on the shoulder. Its mouth bulged out, the faint impression of a squirming young woman visible in its cheeks. Splint-iron bracers armored its forelegs.
"Nice work, Gamachu. That oughta hold her for a bit," said the Toad Sage Priestess. She laughed heartily, and looked back up to the butte with a twinkle in her dark eyes. Naruto was in the process of giving Sasori a very thorough initiation into his rather quickly growing harem of slaves.
The sound of Naruto and Sasori joining together was like the rhythmic thumping of a taiko drum, their pelvises smacking noisily with every thrust. Naruto's manhood was deep inside of Sasori's recreated sex, bulging and throbbing against the warm and moist, rubbery, flesh-like walls of the puppet mistress's cunt.
Had he a frame of reference for it, Naruto might have compared her pussy to an onahole or fleshlight. It was not the quite same as a real vagina, perhaps, but it was a damn good imitation. He was getting off inside of her just as well as he would have in any flesh and blood beauty.
"Ohhh, Master... Master! Yes! Yes! Master! YES!"
Sasori's buttocks bounced with the rocking of her hips, soft and springy like the green wood of a live sapling. They were firm and pert, resilient, but also yielding. Deliciously heart-shaped and smackable.
And Naruto did not hesitate to 'mark his property', as one might say. She may have already had the spiral seal of an Uzumaki concubine on her butt cheek, but that didn't mean he was finished claiming her.
He would make her body his own. More than that, he would make Sasori GLAD of it. She had already willingly asked him to claim her, but he intended to show the woman just how good she would be getting it as one of his sex slaves. Naruto accepted EVERYTHING she offered him, and he planned to repay her generosity seven-fold.
Just as he did with all his concubines, really.
Lubricant slicked the throbbing shaft of Naruto's manhood as he slid it powerfully in and out. Sasori was pretty tight, and the man didn't think he could ever get tired of sticking it to all of the beautiful women who seemed to surround him. Seriously, Naruto didn't think he knew a single girl under sixty who didn't rank at least "cute", and a disproportionate fraction of them were (in his humble opinion) outright gorgeous.
"Master! Naruto! Ohhh! Ahhh! Faster, please! Faster! Faster! OOOH!"
Sasori rocked back and forth on Naruto's cock, lost in the wonderful sensations of intercourse. Her eyes, seeming truly alive, were presently glassy and unfocused. Her cheeks, such as they were, practically glowed crimson. Her mouth was hanging open, and looking so natural as to be indistinguishable from the real thing.
Sasori's modestly sized breasts were firm and supple in Naruto's hands, their pliablility and elasticity roughly the same as that of her buttocks. They reacted well to the blond's skillful fondling, and shivers shot through the puppet mistress's frame. Her nipples were like polished mahogany.
A moan tore from Sasori's lips. Her legs were intertwined with Naruto's, and her hands gingerly attended to his straight and solid back.
Mikoto and Asuka watched the proceedings with obvious interest. The former looked to be in no hurry to throw her clothes back on, and even the latter seemed at least presently content to leave the ass-baring rip in her trousers as it was.
Miraiya for her part, was halfway down her summoned toad's gullet, massive breasts bulging and wobbling most intriguingly as she wriggled her way carefully into Gamachu's mouth. A moment later, she got her tits over the toad's lip, and disappeared into its belly with a wet pop.
Sasori came with a wail, throwing her head violently this way and that. Lubricating fluid gushed over Naruto's cock, and she gleefully sang the blond's every praise.
"Master! Master!" she screamed. "Oh! Oh! OHHHHH! My pussy! My pussy! You're tearing it up! Oh, MASTER! It feels like I'm going to crack! Your cock is going to split me in half! Oh, Sage! Oh, Master! Oh, yes! Yes! YESSSSS!"
Naruto grinned rakishly. With a sharp flick of the wrist, he gave Sasori a good and playful swat on the ass. She moaned even further at this treatment, and he repeated it a few more times, concurrently squeezing one of her springy tits and kissing her hungrily on the lips.
Those were easily the most human part of Sasori, apart from her eyes.
"Damn, this is something else!" Naruto grunted, withdrawing his lips after several passionate seconds. He continued plunging his manhood into Sasori, back and forth, moving at a breathtaking pace. "I've fucked all kinds of girls before, but never a puppet! Ah, yeaahhh... that feels good. Almost as good as a REAL pussy!"
He gave Sasori's ass the hardest swat yet, but the puppet mistress simply pouted.
"Only almost?"
Naruto grinned.
"Well, this is just the beginning!" he said. "Who knows? Maybe you'll prove me wrong!"
Sasori smiled, and her eyes glinted.
"I accept that challenge."

It was hot, wet, and slimy. That was all Deidara could make of her surroundings. Pulsing walls of flesh seemed to close in one her from all sides, and were it not for her present circumstances she would probably be feeling a little claustrophobic.
Some viscous, funky-smelling ooze dripped into her hair from somewhere overhead. Her bare feet sunk an inch or two into the soft, polyporous floor. Most of her skin was coated with a thin layer of slippery, translucent slime.
Her hands were pinned at her sides, bound to her hips by some tingle-inducing chakra scrit. Her legs were spread, her back arched with her tight, naked bum thrust up and out. Unidentifiable fluid pooled in the shallow crevices and valleys of Deidara's lean figure, glistening like a morning dew on her lightly tanned skin.
A tongue was thrust again into her mouth, wet and savory, a heady collage of scents pervading Deidara's nostrils as warm, full lips sealed themselves over her mouth. She moaned weakly, feeling the weight her captors bosom bearing down on her chest.
"Ahhh... mmmm..." Deidara groaned. She could hardly formulate a coherent thought as those faintly calloused and delicate hands fearlessly explored every nook and cranny of her aching body.
Miraiya fondled Deidara with such skill as could only have been accrued over many decades of dedicated practice. Her fingers seemed to know the blonde's body better than Deidara herself did, deftly picking out and exposing all of the young woman's weak points. She kneaded low level lightning-natured chakra into Deidara's buttocks, sending shivers of ecstasy up her spine. She groped Deidara's breasts, digging her fingers into several key pressure points.
The blonde weakly shuddered and whimpered. She was naked and covered in slime, and being utterly molested by the legendary kunoichi Miraiya in some dank, meaty hole. The texture of the walls was a little like the inside of a vagina. Everything stank of sex.
After several long, excruciating (for Deidara) minutes, the absolutely gorgeous Miraiya pulled back from the hot and heavy kiss. Her dark eyes were glimmering, half-lidded and boring straight into Deidara's. Her lips were rosy and glistening with moisture, hanging ever so slightly open still, a thick trail of saliva the last thing to connect their mouths.
Deidara gulped, feeling acutely the difference in stature between the two of them. Miraiya was a large woman (though flawlessly proportioned), and she completely towered over the much shorter and slighter Deidara. The Toad Priestess was no scrawny waif. If she wanted to, she could probably snap the young ex-Iwa nin like a twig.
And Miraiya was perfectly aware of this, as she smirked at Deidara and whispered: "Where is your leader?"
Now, Deidara was many things. Unhinged, postmodern, whimsical and passionate. She never really respected authority, and she stayed with Akatsuki only because she felt like it. One thing she was NOT, however, was a coward.
"Gather all the information you can on Naruto Uzumaki." That was the mission their leader had given them. "Do not approach him of your own initiative. If he seeks you out, be wary. We do not know what, precisely his objective is... but we are reluctant to condone his apparent methods."
Deidara still didn't completely understand what the leader and her assistants had been saying – there was obviously a great deal left unsaid, and it seemed apparent to her at least that there was probably some kind of history between Naruto and Madame Pain. But what the relationship between them was, Deidara could not say.
Especially not with the orders Konan and Yahiko had given them.
"If at all possible, bring Naruto here. ALIVE, and preferably unharmed. There is much our leader wishes to ask him."
"Do not fight him to the death! He is more powerful than any of you, and could easily kill you if he wanted. You will serve our purposes better alive and enslaved than dead and free."
All of this naturally left Deidara feeling rather suspicious of their leader's true motives. Better alive and enslaved? Do not approach him unless he approaches you first? Bring him back alive and unharmed, even though he is apparently strong enough to own them ALL in a fight?
"Look underneath the underneath," was practically the international ninja creed. Any kunoichi worth her salt could tell you that nothing was ever as it seemed.
There was clearly SOME kind of subterfuge going on here, and it seemed to Deidara increasingly likely that she and the others were being used as pawns to lure in a far more valuable piece.
Deidara was a woman who greatly prized her own individuality. If she handed herself over to anyone, it would be on her own terms. She would not be so easily seduced into playing Pain and Naruto's little game.
She would not give up what she knew without a fight. Deidara's lips were zipped, and she didn't plan on telling Miraiya a thing. If they wanted any intelligence from her, they would have to WORK for it.
Her eye told all of this.
Miraiya simply grinned, and flicked her fingers through a short series of handseals.
"Not gonna talk, eh?" she remarked, licking her lips.
The walls started to writhe and squirm. The floor erupted into a plethora of minuscule fleshy tendrils beneath Deidara's feet, and wrapped around her ankles. Her legs were pulled even further apart.
Deidara then became aware of the tentacles. Huge, throbbing masses of velvety pink flesh emerged from the walls, floor, and ceiling. There were dozen of them, each one seeming to independently coordinate itself with the others. And they all extended themselves toward the center of the dank and slimy chamber, converging singularly on Deidara's position.
The blonde whimpered, her eye going wide. Even the scope over her other eye seemed to shiver ever so slightly. Her entire body shuddered.
She knew where those things were headed... but there was no way she could fit all of them! Even just ONE would probably be too much for her.
Deidara nervously gulped.
Miraiya groaned, sounding inappropriately aroused.
"Oh fuck yes," she gasped, her breasts heaving mightily. "It has been so long since I got to use this jutsu on a pretty young thing like yourself..."
Miraiya drooled a little. She licked her lips.
"Toad Bind Rape," she breathed, a strange light flashing through the legendary kunoichi's eyes. "It is truly a testament to my skill as a summoner, and the strong affinity I've cultivated with my summons, that I can synchronize our sympathetic nervous systems in such a way..."
She smiled, stepping forward. Her body she pressed once more against Deidara's, the bountiful curves of her figure melding into the blonde's slender body. One of her hands brushed over the Akatsuki member's cheek.
"Wanna know a secret?" Miraiya whispered huskily into the blonde's ear. "Gamachu's insides, here..." She gestured at their surroundings. "...well, I've got them linked up with my vaginal nerve clusters, as well as a few other erogenous zones..."
She leered appreciatively at Deidara's fine, slender figure, taking it the smallish tits and the nice firm ass, as well as a nice and juicy cunt.
"Basically..." she continued, "Every inch of this that gets touched? Well, I feel it." Her smile became downright wicked, subtly but undeniably devilish. "And if it touches you?"
Miraiya cut off, letting out a low, dark chuckle. She licked her lips.
"Mmm..." she moaned huskily, nibbling briefly on Deidara's ear. "...let's just say that, once those things get inside you... I won't be in any kind of state to pull them back out." She cupped one of Deidara's buttocks, playfully pinching the blonde's nicely firm ass. Almost conversationally, Miraiya said, "Have ever seen someone get tentacle raped to death?"
Deidara blanched, and shook her head.
"No?" Miraiya said, smiling. "That's a shame. It's really a rather beautiful sight, once you get past all the blood..."
She paused a moment to let this comment sink in. Miraiya could see the wheels turning in Deidara's mind, and the growing sense of horror on the blonde's face almost made this whole impromptu interrogation session worth it.
Almost.
"Once I get started," Miraiya continued suggestively, persisting to fondle and caress Deidara's fearfully shivering form, "I probably won't be able to stop. It will just feel too good."
Miraiya leered scarily at Deidara. Her eyes flashed, and she stroked a finger down the blonde's hot, soaking slit.
"If you're lucky, it will be the exhaustion, or the dehydration, that gets you," Miraiya whispered lowly. "If you're lucky. And not many are." She smiled darkly. "You don't want to know what happens to the rest."
Deidara gulped anxiously. Her face was chalk white, and she was shivering. Her skin was covered in a cold sweat that nearly washed away the slime.
Miraiya pulled back one last time, smirking. She rested her hands on her wide and magnificent hips.
"So," said the white-haired beauty, "do you still feel like talking yet?" She leaned in, and whispered darkly, "Or should we see if I can keep my head long enough for your tongue to loosen up?"
A moment passed between them without a single word. Deidara whimpered.
It was only a second more before she cracked.
Deidara sang like a stool pigeon.

A/N: Miraiya interrogating Deidara was not something I had originally planned, but it seemed to evolve very naturally as I wrote, and so we get to see just how scary Miraiya can be when she gets serious. Also it's as good an excuse as any to get straight to the meat of this arc, even if it means potentially skipping over a lot of my original vaguely laid plans for the Akatsuki.
Also, just yesterday read some of the most recent Naruto chapters... haha, and wow, that one scene I wrote with Naruto and the Shinju several months back suddenly becomes almost Hilarious in Hindsight. I'm almost tempted to look for some way to include Kaguya in this fic... although Roanes Steel has already kind of done it with his own (Fuzzy approved!) version of this story.
...did I already plug that fic? Hrm. I don't quite remember...
Updated: 6-19-14
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