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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.
(shit continues to get real and also trippy)

The Shinju stood tall, towering above all other things in creation. Its roots burrowed into the very core of the earth, their mere presence casting whole landmasses into upheaval. Mountains were toppled, valleys flooded, oceans diverted.
The Eye of God looked down upon the world, reflected on the face of a crimson moon. The flower of Infinite Tsukuyomi was full blossomed, its great petals all unfurled.
The sky was black. Winds howled, lightning crashed. An endless deluge wetted the great tree's roots, slaking its endless thirst with a torrential downpour. Clouds were thick, a vast umber whorl of vapor blotting out the stars. A veil over the heavens.
Only to the bud of Yggdrasil did any light come, a single solitary opening in the cover of swirling clouds, the eye of the storm. It was a portal in the endless night, a window through which peered the All-Seeing Eye.
All things were laid bare to the Shinju's glance. Its multitudinous branches spread to every corner of the world, swallowing up all of humanity, reclaiming what was rightly its own and no other's. Never was the proverbial theft of Prometheus forgotten, the theft of Fire which elevated man above his fellow beast. Nor was it ever forgiven, that careless, foolish dissemination of chakra to all humanity.
The Goddess peered into the world of thought, the living illusion which had ensnared all of mankind. She saw what she had wrought, this sensuous dream of freedom and bliss. She saw the world which she had made for her most favorite son, the daughters born and made who existed now solely his pleasure and service.
Kaguya beheld the work of her hands, and was pleased.
In the Shinju's heart, Naruto smiled.

Kumiko, the Kyuubi, felt a shiver go up her spine. Her nipples peaked, her womanhood moistened. Her breasts heaved, and her pulse quickened.
"What... no... what is this...?" she whispered, feeling both arousal and dread. "No... no... what is happening? This can't be real..."
She felt the luxurious silk kimono fall from her frame. Her naked body was bared, the body of Mito Uzumaki whom she admired. She was disrobed, exposed. The world vanished from her sight.
Darkness as comforting as the womb enveloped her. A million hands were laid upon her body, horrifyingly familiar.
For the first time she could remember, Kumiko felt afraid.

The Hachibi and her vessel were next: Honey Bee and Nyuuki, identical black and buxom beauties. Before either one knew what was happening, they were swept up and spirited away. A somnolent, quiscient darkness cradled them.
No clothes were left on them. Honey and Nyuuki were completely naked.
And they didn't care in the slightest.
"Mm... what feels so good...?" Nyuuki moaned. Huge chocolate tits jiggled and bounced. A big, spankable booty wiggled and rippled. A flawless hourglass figure squirmed and writhed in the throes of ecstasy.
"Ohh, yeah... ohhh yeah... oh, my Nyuuki, baby..." Honey purred, smiling lustfully and wrapping her arms around the Eight-Tails's human form. She cupped Nyuuki's large breasts – the same size, shape, and color as her own – in her hands and squeezed, playfully fondling her partner and sometimes-lover. "Wanna get it on... have some sex, maybe~?"
She nibbled on Nyuuki's ear, and pinched her nipples. The Hachibi moaned lewdly, throwing her head from side to side and starting to come.
"Honey Bee... you incorrigible woman..." she groaned, the two of them floating in an endless darkness, embracing lustfully, seemingly oblivious to their present situation.

Honmei was the Seven-Tails, the Nanabi. Her human form was dusky-skinned, verdant-haired. She had a lithe, petite body with a deliciously flat chest and a tight, round ass. Her eyes were bright and intelligent, her face soft with gentle features.
Her appearance was based on that of her human vessel, her jinchuuriki Fuu. She was tomboyish yet cute, attractive in a playful kind of way that had the ladies lining up miles to get a turn.
Honmei, together with Fuu, was a spunky, energetic and vivacious little thing. She never turned down a challenge, and never said "no" to a pretty woman. The two of them were incorrigible and irrepressible.
The darkness came for them next. It swallowed them whole, leaving behind no trace of their existence. They too were stripped, bathed in a stifling murk, and left floating – just the two of them – in an empty, endless void.
Honmei shivered, embracing her jinchuuriki tightly.
"Fuu-chan... what is this...?" she whispered. Her breath was hot, and her eyes were glassy.
Fuu purred, and kissed her bijuu hungrily.
"It doesn't matter," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with a strange light. "Nanabi-chan... take me now...!"

Utakata lovingly kissed her student's most generous breasts. Hotaru lay naked beneath her master, moaning and writhing in undisguised ecstasy. Her lips were full and plump, so sweet and kissable. Her nipples were swollen and puffy, with areolae the size of quarters.
Hotaru's pussy was drenched. Shivers of delight shot up the young, buxom kunoichi-in-training's spine as her sensei slipped long and slender fingers deftly in and out of her tight, juicy cunt. Hotaru moaned lewdly.
"Utakata-sama! Utakata-sama!" she squealed, unable to contain her cries of jubilation. "Ohhhhh❤"
Utakata bit down softly, teasingly on one of Hotaru's nipples. The young woman came, shrieking her master's name euphorically.
Hotaru and Utakata didn't even notice it when they were taken. The two of them simply continued as they had already been doing. Only the Rokubi, Paiken, was aware of the change.
...although Hotaru's breasts were VERY distracting.

"What was that?"
The Gobi, the Five-Tailed Hippocampus, hummed thoughtfully and tilted her head to one side. She stood naked atop a still lake, long wavy hair falling down nearly to her ankles. Her mane was a silver-blue, light and downy.
"Do you hear something, Kokujou?" inquired a buxom woman in dark red armor. Her hair was tied back, but from the few tresses which fell about her face it was clear that this woman was very much the model for the bijuu's human form.
The Five-Tails frowned, and she glanced sidelong at the armored woman.
"I'm... honestly not sure, Hanko..." she murmured. "I didn't hear anything, and yet..."
Suddenly she stiffened up, and her eyes went wide.
"...Oneesama?" Kokujou breathed. Then she shook her head. "No... No, no, wait, that's not right..."
Then she vanished. Disappeared into thin air, right before Hanko's very eyes.
"Wha... what in the—?!"
The Gobi's jinchuuriki didn't even have time to finish her sentence.

Bulma of the Hidden Stone frowned at the women before her, Yugito Nii of Kumogakure, and the Yondaime Mizukage, Lady Yagura of the Slutty Mist. All three of them were naked, and their surroundings were pitch black, absolute darkness.
Except that it could not truly be darkness, could it? For they could see one another in perfect detail. There was no shade anywhere upon their bodies – no shadows beneath their brows or bosoms, no dim patches of blocked or scattered light. Every inch of them was perfectly illuminated.
Not even their cleavage was in shadow.
Above the trio, their respective bijuu floated in a mirror image of the group below, identical bodies in identical poses, distinguished from their human comrades only by their four, three, and two tails.
Bulma felt incredibly drowsy. Her eyelids were heavy, and her thought processes felt fuzzy in a vague, undefinable way. There was a warmth in her abdomen, and a part of her just wanted to lie down and sleep.
Another part, however, was horny as all fuck.
"Wh...what is... is going on... hhhheeeere...?"
It took an unbelievable effort to get those words out. Her tongue felt heavy and ultrasensitive, sending shivers of feedback through her body whenever a part of it touched the inside of her cheek or the roof of her mouth. Her lips seemed to actively resist forming the words, and her entire mouth just felt so ill-suited to speech, like it existed only for nibbling, licking, and sucking, and anything else was beneath it.
Which was curiously specific, and decidedly suspicious. However despite all the effort she put into asking the question, Bulma would never get an answer.
Yugito and Yagura acted far more interested in their bodies than their minds.
Soon enough, so would she.

As Gaara felt the kicking in her belly, she could not help but get the sense that something was missing. Though the unborn child in her womb was growing quickly, she couldn't quite shake the vague notion that there should have been more than one life inside of her.
But that was ridiculous, wasn't it? The only life she'd ever had inside in her body was this one, the life of her and Naruto's daughter.
Of course it's Naruto's child. Whose else could it be? said a voice inside Gaara's head. It sounded like an echo, words like and yet unlike her own, a noise distorted and scattered in reverberation. It's not like children could be born in this world otherwise, not unless—
The redhead felt a sudden headache, a stabbing cranial pang that flared up all at once. She clapped her hands to the side of her head, wincing, feeling like she had just tried to use a sprained or damaged muscle. Her train of thought was cut off by the sudden, unexplainable pain.
By the time the headache subsided – and it passed with an almost unnatural quickness, subsiding quite as suddenly as it had sprung up – Gaara couldn't remember what she had been thinking. All she had was a vague impression that it was a dangerous line of inquiry to go after, a train of thought best left to lie unpondered and forgotten in the deepest, darkest recesses of her mind.
Gaara shook her head, smiling softly. She rubbed her belly once more, and felt a warmth in her chest at the thought of her daughter.
"What do you think would be a good name for her, Mother?" she inquired, looking up.
Kaguya Otsutsuki smiled beatifically down at Gaara.
"I think we should let the father decide," she said, her voice as smooth as satin and sweet as honey. A hand came to rest on Gaara's shoulder, gently rubbing it. "The only matters you should concern yourself with are those which come up in bed."
Gaara smiled, and nodded slowly. Her eyes were glassy, and her gaze seemed distant for a moment. But then her eyes were normal again, and she spoke.
"You're right, of course, Mother," she said demurely, all but melting beneath Kaguya's most skillful hands. "You're always right."
Kaguya kissed Gaara's forehead, but her eyes were staring far into the distance.
She gazed northward.
Towards Ame.

"Pain-chan!" Naruto exclaimed, tightly embracing his cousin. "So good to see you."
Nagato felt Naruto's firm, warm chest collide with her own. She was not half as buxom as Konan or Yahiko, but she was not flat either. She had a modestly small bosom, breasts no more than a handful apiece. But, then, many would say that was all you needed.
Regardless, Pain felt pleasantly safe and warm in Naruto's embrace. His arms were strong, and she could feel the hard bulge of a tented erection faintly rubbing between her thighs. His breath was hot on her ear, and she felt her face burn as some of his hair fell across her eyes.
Her pussy grew wet just from being held by Naruto. She could smell his scent, pheromones so powerful that his balls were like catnip to every person with a functioning uterus. It took Nagato a few seconds to remember that she—he—should not have been one of those.
Yes.
She remembered. She remembered everything
"Naruto..." Pain whispered, glancing around the room with her rinnegan. She peered into the keirakukei, the chakra circulatory systems of those women—men—who had once been her followers, her comrades, fellow members of Akatsuki.
She saw the subtle differences in their chakra flow. Her eyes were the eyes of the Sage – eyes gifted with insight that in some ways surpassed even the byakugan.
Nagato Uzumaki was not deceived by the all too pleasant illusion of Infinite Tsukuyomi. Not even for a second.
She saw things as they truly were.
"...Naruto..." she repeated, meeting the blond's eyes. She matched his gaze, peering deep into his eyes. He wore his heart on his sleeves. She could tell the teen's every thought just by looking at him.
She saw the truth.
She saw the chakra which coursed through Naruto's body, a bottomless ocean of energy. She saw the mutated, partially assimilated forms of her one-time comrades, bound up by garroting tree limbs in vastly disparate regions. They were here with her, and yet not, for this was not a matter of spatial orientation or physical distance. The here in question was not a real place, but rather merely a projection of thought.
One might even go so far as to say all of this was merely: a state of mind.
This was doubly true for Nagato. She could see the threads which bound her soul to this plane, which dragged her from the pure realm of death back into the twisted and fallible world of the living. She was rightly naught but spirit – a ghost in a shell, a memory inhabiting the mere illusion of a body.
Of course, in a world of nothing but illusion, this made her as real and alive as anyone else before her.
Anyone, that is, save for Naruto. With anyone else, she beheld their true form superimposed over the "perfect" illusion, a contrast of body horror, a slow and likely agonizing transmogrification of the flesh somewhere between what they once had been and what they were now presented as being. But not with Naruto.
He was exactly as he appeared, or effectively so. His illusionary form was identical to his real body. He was not bound like the others, changed or assimilated like the others. Nagato had had her suspicions, but only now did she feel anything approaching certainty.
Naruto was not like the others. He was not a victim, a slave of the Shinju, of this illusionary world.
No, if Nagato's intuition proved sound...
...he was its master.
"What are you doing?"
Naruto blinked, not breaking off the hug. He stared innocently into Pain's rinnegan, seeming utterly unperturbed by the intensity of the slender, pale redhead's gaze.
"Huh?" he said cheerfully. "What do you mean, Pain-chan?"
Naruto's hands moved downward, coming to rest almost innocently on the swell of Nagato's buttocks, lightly squeezing twin firm, round cheeks through the fabric of the Akatsuki cloak. Neither Konan or Yahiko moved to rebuke the boy.
Nagato could not sincerely begrudge them their obvious enjoyment of the show, the act Naruto put on of hugging and companionably fondling his lovely, distant cousin. She didn't have it in her heart to hold the illusion against them.
Unlike herself, Nagato's teammates had no defense against Infinite Tsukuyomi. They could only take her word on the truth of the matter, and even with as much as they trusted her, that just did not hold quite as much weight with them as what they saw with their own two eyes. Konan and Yahiko seemed by and large inclined to let things continue as they were, just go with the flow and enjoy the ride.
And, again, Nagato could not entirely blame them for this. Naruto's hands felt DAMN good on her ass, and it took every ounce of self discipline, restraint, and focus in Pain's body to stop herself from moaning out loud as the blond began to rub.
"I know... I know what this is... what ALL of this is..." she said slowly, her voice a touch shaky. "My eyes see the truth, Naruto."
He cocked his head to one side, and stared at her quizzically. For a moment, he looked perplexed by her words, as though they stirred up some half-recalled thought. But then his expression changed. Something passed through his eyes, and he smiled.
"You look beautiful today, Pain-chan~!" he chirped. He kneaded his fingers deeper into the tissue of Nagato's buttocks, and leaned even closer in. His breath tickled her nose, and his skin felt so wonderful against hers.
With a start, Nagato realized she was naked. So too was Naruto. Konan and Yahiko looked at her with distant smiles, seeming to stare through Pain rather than at her.
They were also naked. Their slits were visibly wet, their skin flushed with arousal.
Nagato shivered, whimpering, and only a very small part of it had to do with Naruto's masterful use of his fingers.
"Why...?" she whispered, feeling Naruto's manhood rub against her naked thigh. "...Why are doing all... all of this?"
Naruto smiled.
"Because you're so sexy," he said roguishly. "I can't help myself."
He leaned his head in.
Naruto's lips were surprisingly soft, Pain noticed with an almost morbid thrill. Her mouth opened limply before his tongue, offering up no resistance against the blond's ravening lust.
Relax, a voice seemed to whisper in the back of Nagato's mind. Do not resist his love. Be grateful for his attentions. Show him your gratitude, and surrender your body to him.
Honestly, Nagato might have been inclined to lie back and give in, if she had not heard this. It felt so good to be held by Naruto, and kissed by him, and she was not wholly unwilling to join with him. He was VERY good with his hands.
But Pain was nothing if not stubborn. Even if this voice came from her own mind, the mere SUGGESTION of giving in – even if she had been considering it not seconds earlier – galled her pride, and made this into a matter of principle.
Ironically, if not for hearing that voice, Nagato probably would have dropped the matter and tried to figure things out in a more subtle fashion. But she did, and she didn't.
And that sealed her fate.

A/N: Things continue to get more serious and surreal as the rising action builds up ever closer to its zenith, and shit will only get realer as various plot threads old and new near the point of unraveling.
There is a LOT of stuff I could say about this chapter. For instance, I sussed out LNW names for all the bijuu:
Nyuuki, written as "breast oni"
Honmei, as in "honmei choco"
Paiken, as in... "breast dog" XD
Kokujou, as in "respectful girl"
Chichi, as in... well, "Chichi" (also breasts)
Isonade, as in the name Kishimoto derived Isobu from
Matatabi, is unchanged, and
Tsuru, as in "crane", since Shukaku is written as "protector crane"
As far as the plot, well... let's just say that Kaguya is fucking batshit. She takes the phrase "Oedipus complex" to new and frightening levels of creepy, in case you haven't already figured that out after the last chapter.
Also, next chapter will be the forty-fourth (44th) chapter of this fic. Surely that can only mean good things for our characters. ;)
[I wonder how many people will wanna kill me if I go through with my plan...?]
Updated: 7-23-14
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