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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.
(i am all over the place)

I feel the weight in my belly, the warm pressure of a steadily growing life in my womb, and I cannot help but wonder when it first changed. How many days has it been, since I awoke under the roof of my old bedroom? Since my mom came in to wake me up, and I looked into her eyes, and felt my heart stop with the sudden jolt of realization.
She should have been dead. This building should be mere rubble.
I should have been a man.
My name is Sasuki Uchiha. I am the second daughter of Fugako and Mikoto Uchiha. Darling of my clan.
Except that should not be possible. I'm Sasuke Uchiha. A man.
And the LAST Uchiha.
I cannot measure how long I have walked in this illusory world. I have memories going back to the earliest years of my youth – memories of growing up as a male, alone and vengeful, but also memories of growing up amongst family and friends, loved and lauded by my peers.
I have memories of swearing to kill my brother for the massacre of our clan. Yet I also have memories of making love to my sister, of her guiding me through my first time with gentle, loving touches.
There are times when I cannot tell which of these are real. Nor can I clearly discern when these two disparate sets of memories first began to intersect. Sometimes it feels like it was only a few weeks ago; other times, I feel like I've been living in this world forever.
I do not know if I can trust my memories. I know what should be, and yet I also know what is. Can I truly call this world false, if I live and breath within it?
What was it Itami—Itachi?—told me?
What is reality? What would you do if everything you've ever known, everything you've ever believe to be true, proved to be false? What if the world we live in is nothing more than a vast, intricate illusion? What, then, is reality? Is it what you see before you, the life you live every day, or is it some arcane, unknowable secret far beyond the grasp of mere mortals?
It seems very poignant. And I think there is wisdom in it.
I can't be sure what is real. I can't rely on memories to tell me the truth, not when those memories could be nothing more than false constructs. All I can do is trust in the reality I see before me, and in the life I am living everyday.
I feel the weight in my belly, the warm pressure of a steadily growing life in my womb, and I think of my love, the only constant through all the illusions and doubts.
I smile, and my heart yearns.
"Come home soon, Naruto."

It was always raining in Amegakure. This village was located upon an atmospheric crossroad, so to speak; warm air coming up from the Land of Fire, moisture-laden clouds blown in from the sea and the Land of Water, storm fronts coming down from the slopes of Kaminari no kuni.
Just as the armies of these nations oft used the Land of Rain as their battleground, so too did the weather fronts from their lands come to clash in the skies of this country. The atmosphere roiled constantly, different levels of pressure slipping under and over, and crashing upon one another like tectonic plates colliding in the tumults of a neverending earthquake.
The Land of Rain was as a basin through which all waters flowed. Moisture would evaporate in other lands, and find its way through clouds to the skies over Ame, gathering, gathering in great, ponderous bulwarks and thunderheads, until finally its weight was too much. The clouds would fall apart, water descending from them, even as more moisture continued to find its way to the Land of Rain.
The rains would continue to fall, fall, fall upon the earth below, from whence they would flow through flooded rivers and streams back throughout the other lands. For Ame was located –perhaps almost ironically – at a high elevation, much of the country rising up on the ridge of a continental divide, and the ground was largely of porous rock. Much of the water which fell upon the Land of Rain seeped into the earth, and flowed away into other lands, leaving behind few reservoirs from which people could quench their thirst.
Water, water, every where,

And all the boards did shrink;

Water, water, every where,

Nor any drop to drink.
And so, bombarded by continuous deluges with naught but misery and rot to show for it, the people of the Land of Rain were by nature and nurture a rather grim and melancholy lot. Not much could faze them, and it took a great deal to raise their spirits higher than the occasional vaguely hopeful murmur.
A great deal, for instance, such as the arrival of the only man in the world accompanied by a rather surprising entourage.
Naruto Uzumaki strode confidently down the close and winding streets of Ame, strolling without a care through the dim and muddy lanes between ponderous, rusting structures of riveted steel plate and beam. He and his accompaniment wore traveling cloaks to keep out the rain, and several of them indeed were clad in a very familiar fashion.
Fields of black, oer which drifted white-rimmed clouds of red. Broad straw hats, dangling with white tassels. This was the manner and heraldry of Akatsuki, which was well-known and respected within Rain.
"Mm, the weather is nice and wet," came the voice of a tall, blue-haired woman. Her skin was blue also, with what appeared to be gill-like structures lining the sides of her neck. She had a lovely face, and a body which one could discern as explosively voluptuous even under all the heavy cloak. "Same-chan is purring."
She patted a large, bandage-wrapped bundle on her back. It seemed to wriggle a little at her touch, and sure enough a soft, scarcely audible rumble could be heard coming from it.
"Tch. Damn rain..." muttered a silver-haired woman, with softly feminine features and a rather generous figure of her own. "My feet are like fucking prunes."
"My clay's running," added a shorter, slenderer blonde. "This water's soaked through all the seals in my pockets. You're lucky, Kouma. You have a water affinity, so this crap doesn't bug you."
The blue-skinned, vaguely piscine beauty laughed and waved a hand dismissively.
"You needn't possess a water affinity to appreciate the rain, Deidara-san," she cheerfully replied. "Just the right mindset."
"I have neither," said a petite redhead, Red Sand Sasori, pulling her own cloak tighter about herself. "And all the protective coatings in the world wouldn't be enough to keep this rain out of my body for long. Let's hurry and get this over with."
A giant of a woman walked behind Sasori, dark-skinned and masked, with a bosom to equal the likes of Tsunade and Miraiya. She was as tall as Kouma, if not even taller, and she strode along after the others with a slow and powerful surety, bringing up the rear.
"Ha, hm," she murmured, crossing long and powerful arms under the considerable bulge of her bust. "I agree with Sasori. Time is money, and Miraiya-dono is a very generous tipper. The sooner we tie up these loose ends, the sooner I can get back to my new job."
"Whore," Hidan muttered darkly. "Who needs that kind of filthy money when they have God's favor? Naruto-sama has blessed you with his mark, you faithless heathen!"
A girl chose then to rise up from the ground, and she had a very odd appearance. She seemed like two different people, split down the middle and stapled together. One half was white, and the other was black; she wore nothing but scant fig leafs over her privates.
"Naruto-sama is the best!" exclaimed the white half giddily, tittering and hopping up and down. This side of her body was immensely curvaceous, with a large tit and doughy buttock that bounced and wobbled with the motions of her body. "I love him!"
"He is alright," said the black half in a harsh, almost unnatural voice. "Not the best." She crossed a single black arm under the small, perky mound of a black, B-cup breast. This half of her body was lean and slender, lithe and athletic with only minimal endowments. "But he's good enough for us."
Naruto chortled, listening to the gathered members of Akatsuki behind him. He had grown quite fond of the girls, and they likewise of him, tracking them down and persuading them (in various ways) to assist him on his mission. Some had been all too eager to join his harem, like Hidan-chan, who apparently belonged to some kind of cult that worshiped him as a god incarnate. Others were more reluctant.
Naruto himself wasn't entirely certain how he had wound up with almost the entire Akatsuki as his concubines. He certainly hadn't set out with that intent, but it seemed to have happened quite naturally nonetheless. Girls just generally threw themselves at him with very little, if any, provocation.
Not that Naruto minded. He was all too happy to accept their affections.
"Master."
Sasori's voice broke Naruto out of his brief reverie.
"Hm? What is it?" he asked, turning his head to look at the lovely puppet-woman.
"Is this really wise?" the redhead murmured, her voice low. She cast her eyes left and right, suspiciously scanning the crowds on either side of the street. "Openly walking into enemy territory, I mean. Akatsuki's leaders are dangerous."
This earned a scoff from Deidara.
"Pfah. So are we," the blonde said, her eye flashing. "And Naruto's more dangerous than the rest of us put together. He doesn't have anything to fear, y'dig?"
"Prudence is wise," the black half of Zetsuko rumbled. "Do not underestimate your enemy."
"It's foolish to overestimate them, too," quipped Kakuzu, her great bust bouncing with every sure and deliberate stride she took. "Excessive caution can be counterproductive. You can't profit without taking risks."
"For once I agree with the old hag," Hidan drawled, the front of her cloak coming partially open. A thin layer of protective bandages – sarashi – was visible over her modestly generous bust. "Fortune favors the bold, and all that."
She promptly shot a leer at Naruto's fine ass, and licked her lips. The silver-haired sadomasochist shivered in delight.
"Mm, I am inclined to side with Zetsuko-san, personally," said Kouma, smiling toothily. "But then on the other hand, I also have faith that Naruto-dono can defeat anyone who opposes him. Even Pain-san and her helpers."
Naruto laughed, then, slightly startling the girls.
"I probably could beat them if it came to that," he said cheerfully, looking back at his concubines with twinkling eyes. "But I think you girls are looking at this from the wrong angle. Don't think of them as enemies – they're just lovers you haven't laid yet."
"They've laid me, if that helps!" chirped Zetsuko's buxom white half. She was eager to please, and bubbly as hell. It really contrasted with the dour, subdued, and pragmatic manner of her black half.
Naruto chuckled.
"Haha! It probably does," he said.

Miraiya purred as she trailed kisses down Mikoto's neck. She mashed her tremendous tits into the slender MILF's back, nibbling on soft and pale skin. She had her legs, long and shapely, entangled with Mikoto's, straddling the younger woman's ass and fingering her cunt.
Mikoto, for her part, was passionately swapping spit with Asuka, fondling the young jonin's modest bosom. The Uchiha matron relished the feeling of Miraiya's fingers inside her pussy, and delighted in exploring the subtle contours of Asuka's body.
And Asuka, dreadfully horny and beginning to seriously miss her wife, happily surrendered her body to Mikoto's tenderly perverse ministrations. She squirmed and moaned against the older woman's lips, feeling the tingles and shivers that pulsed through her body with the rhythmic stretching and squeezing of Mikoto's fingers.
Toes curled in the midst of hot, juicy ecstasy. Names were shouted and groaned; asses and pussies were owned. Tits were kneaded, fondled, and groped. The sky was their chapel, and they all but eloped.
"Mm, you girls!" Miraiya purred, arching her back. "So naughty~"
"Ufufu! So are you, Miraiya-sama❤" mewled Mikoto. She wiggled her hips.
"I wonder how Naruto is doing with those Akatsuki girls?" Asuka said, digging her fingers in deep.
"I'm sure he's having a blast," Miraiya giggled, lewdly mashing her ample bosom.
"They're so cute," Mikoto concurred, licking her lips. "I wish I could have gone with❤"
"I think we all do," said Asuka, blushing faintly. "But we had to stay behind and hold down the fort."
"Or camp, as it were," Miraiya added, playfully fondling both Asuka and Mikoto's bosoms.
Mikoto kissed Miraiya, and her eyes twinkled playfully.
"I prefer love nest, myself."
Asuka laughed, and she turned Mikoto's head to face her, before kissing the Uchiha beauty on the lips.
"That does have a certain ring to it," she conceded. Miraiya nodded in agreement.
The three of them continued in their fun.

"He is here already?"
Three woman stood before an open balcony, gazing down at their village through the endless rainfall and gloom of Amegakure. One had blue hair, one orange, and one a vibrant red. All of them were wearing such cloaks as were indicative of the Akatsuki.
"It would seem so. He has arrived in the village. Probably looking for us."
"The rest of our members are following after him, too. They did not hold out for very long at all."
The redhead was stoic as she received her reports from the other two.
"That is not unexpected," she said after a moment of contemplative silence. "We knew the odds of their enslavement. It was a calculated risk."
"I'm a little jealous of them, honestly," said the orange-haired one.
The bluenette blushed.
"...I, as well..." she admitted.
The redhead coughed, averting her gaze. Her cheeks were pink.
"Yes. Hrm. So do I, but we would do well not to forget our objective," she murmured.
The ginger pouted, but the blue-haired lass smiled.
"Besides," said the latter. "We might get lucky yet. Right, Pain-sama?"
Pain smiled. "But of course, Konan. It all comes down to Naruto."
"It's all about him, huh?" said the orange-haired one, crossing her arms under the swell of a modestly generous bosom.
"Yes, Yahiko," Pain replied cryptically. "He is the lynchpin." She gazed out over the village. A strange light was in her noble gray eyes. "The only King on the board."
"Yet still the game continues," mused Konan. She met Pain's eyes.
"So it does."

A/N: As you've no doubt noticed, the only Akatsuki member whose name I have notably changed is Kisame, who has become Kouma. I'm by no means a speaker of Japanese, so my knowledge is by no means infallible, but theoretically all I've done is flip the kanji and change the readings (assuming ma and ki are indeed different readings of the same character, and not completely different kanji altogether). So her name has gone from Ki (demon) same (shark) to Kou (shark) ma (demon).
Again, this is assuming I've got my fragmentary, otaku Japanese straight.
Unrelatedly, I say we're probably getting into the end-game with this. Haha, the fic was fun to write, but honestly I reckon I'll be more relieved than anything else, when it's finally over.
Also, have a dirty limerick, since I have been in a poetic mood recently.
Occhin was ever and always a loli,

Though she'd long ago outgrown her dollies,

Her tits could have been giant,

Were with age she compliant,

But not all see her choice as a folly.
;P
Updated: 7-2-14
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