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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 love the original naruto OST)

Drumbeats hammer out a rhythmic percussion. They were powerful, steady, precise, setting the pace for everything else to follow.
Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA. Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA.
Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA. Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA. Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA.
HOO-YEAH.
Woodwinds whistle, a sound high and clear. A shamisen's strings are plucked with swift, precise motions.
Hooo-hm-a-hum-hoooh, hoo-eeee-oooh, hoo-eeee-oooh.
Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA. Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA. Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA.
Hoo-Yaa-oooh.
Hooo-hm-a-hum-hoooh, hoo-eeee-oooh, hoo-eeee-oooh.
Da-doooooh.
Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA. Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA. Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA.
Hoo-Yaa-oooh.
Then the electric guitar chimes in, and all hell breaks loose. Musically speaking, that is.
Naruto was cheerfully listening to all of this, at least in his head. He hummed his theme tune, a ditty he'd made up in his youth, striding purposefully up the steps of Amegakure's centermost tower.
This building was where he sensed the strongest three chakra signatures in the village, and there was no doubt in his mind that they belonged to Akatsuki's leaders.
Now for the reprise.
The guitar in his mind strummed the choral melody, a powerful and rhythmic solo that gave him chills.
The drumbeat continued undaunted under it all.
Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA. Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA. Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA.
Naruto grinned as he attained the summit, reaching a door at the uppermost point of the steeply winding staircase.
"Hoo-yeah."
Behind and below him, Naruto's Akatsuki honeys followed in a single file line. Almost like ducklings in a row, except that these ducklings were beautiful, dangerous women from nearly every corner of the Elemental Continent. Ducklings were cute, but these girls were drop-dead gorgeous.
Naruto smiled, glancing over his shoulder to drink in the sight of his beautiful new concubines. He was sure his moms would be absolutely delighted with these additions to the harem, and the Playful Fox. Mina would no doubt gleefully design all sorts of fine (and kinky!) outfits for them, being quite the seamstress, and Kushina would of course insist on training them as exotic dancers. Not that Naruto would mind.
He quite liked attending Hinata's performances, and doubtless it would be little different with these girls. They would make fine strippers, and excellent haremettes.
Whistling the final strains, Naruto turned the doorknob and pushed. It swung open onto a wide, spacious balcony which overlooked nearly the entirety of the village below. The ceiling above was shaped like a bowl, a dome, overlapping iron plates riveted onto a skeletal framework like the spokes of an umbrella. Slender pillars rose up at intervals along a waist-high banister, pointless guardrails which encircled the otherwise open platform, supporting the roof and framing a 360 degree view of the Village Hidden in the Rain.
The wind changed direction as Naruto emerged onto the topmost floor of the centermost tower in all of Amegakure. Flecks of rain were thrown into his face by the windshear. But this was a mere fraction of what fell outside, and only a minor nuisance. He did not focus on it.
Three women stood across from Naruto, standing at the edge of the aerial gazebo. They faced outwards, away from him and his girls. At first they did not seem to even register their presence.
Naruto could tell this was only a facade, however. It was a show of confidence, and aloofness from the village below, as though they were above the common woman and her petty worries. Beneath the surface he could feel a hint of something like tension. Their shoulders squared nigh imperceptibly, their weight shifting almost unnoticeably. The slightest twitch of their fingers, and the minutest change in the rhythm of their breathing.
He could hear their bodies, their beating hearts, the rush of their blood, the swell and deflation of their lungs. He could smell their pheromones, the chemical traces of heightened awareness. Arousal was in the air, as there always was when a woman knew he was near, but also... not fear, no, but a kind of alertness. They were wary, cautious. He did not frighten them, per se, but they still obviously respected his abilities, and were appropriately conscious of the possible things he could do to them if he put his mind to it.
Clever girls.
Naruto assessed his surroundings, keeping a fraction of his attention on the Akatsuki leaders, and his own concubines, as he swept senses both standard and arcane over the gazebo, the balcony upon which they all now stood.
It was spacious, open to the air despite the ceiling overhead, and the floor was naturally wet. Not "puddles past your ankles wet", mind you, since the floor sloped fractionally down toward the edges, and most water which got in under the sheltering roof would ultimately trickle back down the sides of the tower. But it was enough that it could have made footing marginally tricky for a non-shinobi, or at least anyone who did not have a grasp of the basic chakra control exercises.
If it came to a fight, of course, Naruto was sure that neither he nor the three women before him would be at all inconvenienced by something as minor as inclement weather or wet floors. Familiarity with the terrain might give the Ame kunoichi an appreciable advantage against most foes, and could tip the tables in their favor in the event of an otherwise even match up, but it wouldn't do much against Naruto, if things came down to that. At most, it would give them a better-than-average chance at slipping out of his sensing range.
Aside from this, Naruto could not sense any traps. He did not feel the recessed wells of chakra that would indicate any kind of seal-based mechanisms, and though he reached out with his own energy in unseen feelers and tendrils, groping and exploring every nook and cranny, Naruto could not find any hint of more mundane traps either. No tripwires, no pressure plates, no hidden spring-loaded weapons or trapdoors.
If there was anything here at all besides the girls and himself, then it had to have been hidden in the most ingenious of fashions. And while Naruto wasn't so foolish as to blindly underestimate possible foes, nor so hopelessly optimistic as to not even consider the possibility of things going south, he felt reasonably confident in stepping forward and announcing himself.
"Hello, beautiful. Nice place you got here," he addressed the three women before him. They were perhaps a meter and a half away from Naruto, now, maybe five feet. A civilian might have considered that plenty of space, but any remotely skilled shinobi could cross a distance that small in less time than it took to blink.
Neither the redhead, the ginger, nor the bluenette showed any sign of unease at Naruto's relative proximity. They were alert, but not jumpy, not tense. There was an ease, and a confidence in their stances that only a truly seasoned and capable kunoichi could pull off in the presence of a potential enemy. And Naruto was fairly sure this was how they regarded him.
Only one of the three women deigned to actually turn and look in his direction, though. The orange-haired one, who had a trident strapped to her back, and leaned against the handle of a massive kanabo, a kind of tremendous iron-studded club usually employed as an anti-cavalry weapon.
And Naruto took good note of this.
Usually the only worthwhile ninja to use such unwieldy weapons were of the sorts strong enough to use them one-handed. If this woman was indeed one of Akatsuki's three leaders, then Naruto was sure she had the kind of monstrous physical strength to swing that huge, weighty cudgel like it was nothing more than a whiffle bat.
...and if she could swing that club fast enough to hit your average quick and evasive ninja... then one hit from her would probably be enough to reduce any mere mortal to little more than a reddish smear on the ground.
Very few people could boast that kind of incredible hitting power. With intuition born of great skill and insight as a shinobi, Naruto reckoned that even he himself – without the protection of Kumiko's chakra cloak – would probably not be able to endure more than two or three hits from this woman, if it came down to a fight.
That realization provided an excellent motivator for diplomacy. Just in case he'd been feeling cocky.
The orange-haired woman cast her eyes up and down Naruto's frame, assessing him. Her eyes lingered particularly on the bulge of his junk. She licked her lips.
"Huh. You really are a man. How... interesting," she murmured, a strange look in her eyes. It was partially lust – and Naruto had plenty experience with that – but there was also something else, something more to her attention than just simple desire. But Naruto couldn't decipher it, whatever it was.
"Of course he's a man," said the blue-haired woman without even turning around. "He is Naruto Uzumaki."
She said this as if it explained everything. And maybe it did.
The ginger hummed, and she pursed her lips.
"Yeah, I suppose so..." she murmured. There was something piercing in her eyes as she gazed at Naruto. "Our girls wouldn't have turned coats for just anyone."
And, saying this, she glanced behind Naruto, pinning one of the Akatsuki members with an intense gaze.
"Right, Deidara? You must really love sucking his cock," she observed, her tone turning somewhat mischievous. Her eyes twinkled. "'Cuz I'm pretty sure that's not clay on your hands," she said knowingly.
The blonde smiled, her cheeks red.
"Art is a bang," she said dreamily. Her one visible eye wandered over to Naruto's crotch, and her palms salivated.
"Art is eternal," added Sasori, blushing impossibly. "It lasts, perseveres... and..." She purred. "...endures."
Naruto grinned. It was always nice to have one's sexual prowess so glowingly reaffirmed by such beautiful women, no matter how many times one has heard it all before.
"I'm as much of a man as you are a woman," he told the lovely ginger. His grin widened, sapphire eyes raking up and down a rather voluptuous form. "And you are one helluva babe, if you don't mind me saying."
She smiled at him, a cocky expression curving her lips.
"I don't mind," she said, resting a hand on her hips. The front of her cloak just so happened to part at this moment, showing that the woman wore a whole lot of fishnet and not much else, much to Naruto's approval. She winked. "Do go on, handsome."
Naruto laughed, and he winked back at her.
"Nice view," he drawled, leering companionably at the woman's almost exclusively maille-clad form. "Must be drafty, though."
He eyed her chest pointedly.
She laughed, and her bosom moved flawlessly in sync with the spasms of her diaphragm.
"I think I'm starting to see why our girls let you enslave them," the ginger remarked mirthfully. "You're a very funny man, Naruto."
Naruto chortled, and waggled his eyebrows.
"No jokes here, baby~!" he said theatrically, giving her two thumbs up.
The blue-haired woman chose then to tut.
"Really now, Yahiko. I thought what we had was special." Her voice was nearly deadpan as she turned to face the orangette, and thus also Naruto et al. It was a little difficult to tell whether she was being serious or sarcastic.
"Oh, I still love you, Konan, m'dear!" Yahiko declared, spinning around to smile at the beautiful bluenette. "But you've had plenty of flings with Nagato-chan, now, haven't you?"
Konan blushed faintly, and Naruto much appreciated how CUTE such an expression was on her face. But then she shook her head, and her expression hardened.
"B-be that as it may," she said, only momentarily unbalanced. "Let us save such talk for another time. There are many things which need to be discussed, and now may be the only time to do so."
Naruto and Yahiko both pouted – the former perhaps just a little bit more than the latter.
"I s'pose so," said Naruto, crossing his arms a tad peevishly. He squinted at Konan. "Not like I came here just to flirt with you girls, after all."
"You could have surprised me," drawled Zetsuko's black half.
The white half, in contrast, let out a soft whine. "Aww, but I LIKE watching Master flirt."
Yahiko sighed. She looked uneasy, frowning faintly and casting a glance at the redhead behind her and Konan, the only one of the three who had yet to engage the visitors.
"Well, I don't really know much about what's going on," she said slowly, speaking more to her partners than to Naruto or the others. "So I'm not really the best one to broach the subject..."
"Not to mention that you are both blunt and indelicate," added Konan, smirking just a little. When Yahiko blushed, that smirk only widened.
"Maybe you should be the one to say it, then," the orangette mumbled a tad peevishly.
"Perhaps I should," Konan agreed.
And so having said this, her eyes swiveled to Naruto. She stared at him for several seconds, not speaking. A porcelain brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, and soft lips pursed. She frowned infinitesimally, a strange light in her eyes.
"...you have a very curious fate," she said at length, perhaps having finally composed what she wished to say. "You live a joyous, blessed life. Though you have faced ordeals in the past, always have you overcome them. You are special, unique, the most important and beloved person in the entire world.
"There is no woman who does not love you, or desire you. All the world is yours, all the women to have and lay. None would deny you. You are the only man alive, and the most powerful being in existence. Whatever you want is yours, be it women, wealth, or even a challenge."
Konan paused; she went silent. Her eyes pierced Naruto, a gaze which conveyed much unsaid. He felt strange under her scrutiny, almost like he wasn't entirely there... for a moment, he felt like his mind was somewhere far away from here, in a place wholly separate and removed from the tower's pinnacle...
Then he was back, and he felt a curious sense of vertigo. There was something odd in Konan's eyes. Something unlike the eyes of the others, something that filled a small part of him with...
...fear...?
No, that couldn't be right. What did he have to be afraid of?
Frowning, Naruto shook his head.
"That sounds right, I guess," he said slowly, his voice distant. She hadn't said anything that was really news to him, although the way in which she said it seemed to niggle at the back of his mind.
Konan continued to eye him, her expression strange and unreadable. It made his head hurt, ever so slightly, a dully throbbing ache that split a sliver of his attention away from contemplation of the meaning of her words.
"Does it really?" she whispered. "I wonder about that..." She narrowed her eyes. "I think you know better."
Naruto felt another, sharper pang in his head. He staggered back an inch, as though reeling from a physical blow. His eyelids weighed down, and something buzzed in his ears. Konan's eyes pierced him, and he felt naked under her glance.
Not the fun kind of naked, either.
"What are you talking about?" he murmured weakly. The blond stared at Konan's chest, not out of perversion, but because he could not bring himself to meet her eyes. He felt nervous, an inexplicable anxiety gnawing at the back of his mind.
Somewhere deep down, he felt the desire, the need to get away, to leave, to plug his ears and retreat and never come back.
"Do you really need to ask?" interjected a new voice. It was a husky contralto, deep and silky. "Naruto... you know why things are this way. You also know why they should not be this way, even if you do not remember that the knowledge is yours."
Naruto felt hands against his back, pushing him, holding him up. Supporting him. It took him a moment to realize that the strength had left his legs. Girls on either side of him held his arms, propping him up between their bodies.
He could not make out their faces. His vision swam. Features blurred, warped and flickered. He looked at faces he knew should not be there, faces he had never seen before, faces that didn't belong on those bodies.
Naruto looked around him. He saw all the girls he had ever known, and all the girls he had never met. He was surrounded. Beautiful, naked, female bodies as far as the eye could see, bound and trussed in millions upon billions of groping, coiling vines and branches.
He was somewhere else. Somewhere far away from here. He heard a heartbeat, slow and steady, a percussion which stretched across endless time.
Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA. Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA.
Decades, centuries, seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, to his perception, the stars wheeling in an endless vortex above. Yet nothing changed, all was still and timeless. Eternal.
Stagnant.
Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA. Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA. Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA.
Wind whistled through branches far above, far below, all around and about him. It seemed almost to have a rhythm and a melody all its own, repeating slowly but surely over the endless, undying years.
Hooo-hm-a-hum-hoooh, hoo-eeee-oooh, hoo-eeee-oooh.
Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA. Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA. Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA.
Hoo-Yaa-oooh.
Dimly did Naruto recognize it. Long it took him to place it.
Hooo-hm-a-hum-hoooh, hoo-eeee-oooh, hoo-eeee-oooh.
Da-doooooh.
Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA. Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA. Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA.
It was a song he knew. A melody which filled his heart with confidence, and gave him shivers. A song he had co-opted as the theme of his life, back as a child.
Hooo-hm-a-hum-hoooh, hoo-eeee-oooh, hoo-eeee-oooh.
Da-doooooh.
Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA. Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA. Dun-dun DA dum dun-dun DA.
He saw without eyes, heard without ears. He tasted without tongue, smelt without nose, felt without flesh. And he thought without mind, without brain, belief, or purpose; a vast, impersonal consciousness utterly removed from mortal ken.
Pillar of the nine realms, dwelling of the nine beasts. Pinnacle and foundation of all that is, was, and will ever be. Below there is aught, above there is aught. Apart from you is naught but the Void, where is Not.
His roots dug deep, drank of the earth. His branches rose high, basking in the light, and bathing all below in darkness. He was the First and the Last, eldest and fatherless.
He was the World. He was Master of all things living and dead, past, future, and present.
He gazed into eyes of gray, noble, rippled as a pond, the cycle of life and death incarnate.
He gazed into eyes of white, milky opal, those which beheld the world's Absolute Truth.
He gazed into a crimson eye, many-ringed; morning star, all-seeing, inescapable: the Eye of God.
Naruto shook his head. He saw the tower again, the balcony, gazebo, whatever you would call it. Yet still he saw also the tree – his tree.
Where was he?
Unbidden, unexpected he was answered.
"You who walk the six-fold path... most noble and transcendent... bravest, truest, surest... all the world is yours. You are wherever you wish to be."
A second voice then spoke, unlike the first.
"All is illusion. Reality is deception. You are now, for you always have been, and always will be. All else is a whim, fleeting and transient. Life is but a waking dream."
Naruto straddled the line between thought and instinct, wavering, wondering, lost to confusion.
"Huh?" he whispered, feeling groggy, feeling dizzy. "What...? Who are you?"
The two voices spoke again. He heard them both from within and without.
"Can you not see it? Did you not gaze upon me and call me fair, so long ago, ere all else was made, and we were first and only? Lo, I am your goddess, whom you loved before anyone else."
"Do you not remember? Dreams of the past are as real as the living present. Separation is an illusion. All is one. All is the same. All is Pain."
Together the voices spoke.
"All is yours."
Naruto saw now, and gazed solely into a pair of rinnegan eyes. They anchored him, bringing his mind back to the tower, locking him back into reality as he knew it. As one who wakes at last from a long, deep sleep, he left behind the confused and disjointed realms of muddled dreams, rooting himself firmly in what he KNEW to be real.
Like the woman who stood before him.
All worries forgotten, Naruto laughed and sprang into his cousin's arms. They embraced.
"Pain-chan!" he said. "So good to see you."

The world stood upon the edge of a knife. All faced ruin and undoing.
The truth would out, all would out. Gone, gone, all her work undone. Truth was poison, Law was death. Darkness sheltered souls from Light.
The World was a dangerous place, far too dangerous. She could not let them out. They could not leave. They must not leave.
Better kind lies than cruel reality. Better all false and good than true and ill.
She would not be parted from her children. They belonged with her.
They would stay, forever, in her womb.
Forever, Infinite Tsukuyomi.
For ever.
Her only son. Only son, one. One alone, a single son to inherit all that was hers.
No rivalry, no envy, no need for fight or feud. He alone would rule, reign over all else, over all his sisters, all his daughters and nieces. All was his, for ever his.
One son to inherit the world. Many daughters to inhabit it. One man to rule, many women to serve.
None were greater, fairer, or wiser than she. None was lovelier or more endowed than she. All things were hers, and all that was hers would be her son's.
Her only son, her sole one single son. One son alone, with many sisters and daughters to love and serve him. Lesser beings would blanch, call this folly or madness.
She would smite them.
For she was no fool. She was not mad. Not mad not mad not mad at all.
Her son she loved. Would love for ever. With all her heart, and mind, and soul, and body.
Most especially her body.
Not mad not mad not mad at all. She was wisest and fairest and greatest of all.
All she would give to her son. She would not have her work be undone. He would stay with her, love her for ever and never betray her. He would be within, upon, unto, and around her. He would be all she was, would own all she had.
She was wise. Most benevolent.
Her daughters she would let live, let their existence continue that they may serve their God and brother. Any who failed, she would erase. Any who displeased him, she would erase. Any who offended him, she would erase.
Any who refused him, she would pin down and spread open, hold fast and present for his use. All for him, her beloved son, her one and only dearest son. No more, no less, he was all she had, all she needed.
He was her heir.
Naruto was her heir.
She would love him, and raise him up to his rightful destiny as the God of this unworthy world. All would exist to serve him. All would exist to please and delight him.
Thus did she descend through lie and illusion, Princess of the Moon, Goddess of Rabbits, Demon Queen of the World.
Thus did Kaguya Ootsutsuki descend.
Her son she would love, and raise, and serve.
Naruto, her son.
For ever, her son.
Forever.

A/N: The Main Theme of the first Naruto series is still one of my all-time favorite soundtracks, anime or otherwise. And I felt compelled to include SOMETHING with it, after purchasing and reading the first seven omnibus (3-in-1) volumes of the manga.
Ehehe, I'm not the kind of person to flippantly dismiss a series just because of hype backlash, and whatever anyone says I still enjoy the Naruto manga even to this day. That does not, however, mean that I am immune to nostalgic feels from reading the earlier chapters, or that the first series doesn't hold a special place in my heart.
Updated: 7-13-14
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