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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.
(a relatively light chapter leading into a penultimate breather arc)

Steam curled in twisting drifts like translucent fingers around the forms of three beautiful, nude young women. The flush of warmth lent a ruddy hue to soft, smooth, pale skin. One sat upon a bathing stool, water glistening on a swollen belly, as the other two attended to her.
Sweat and moisture, condensation and perspiration, trickled in curious paths down the perfectly voluptuous figures of three gorgeous Hyuuga, their course describing every slightest rise and dip along the way.
Hinata Uzumaki née Hyuuga let out a soft, subtle moan. Water poured down her body, her little sister and her bodyguard enthusiastically bathing her. Fluid passed in glistening sheets over the rolling hills of her bosom, a moist sheen cascading down her pregnant form.
She smiled, allowing the two to wash her.
Koko reverently pressed herself against Hinata, splashing soapy water down the lengthy, deep crevice between her breasts. The branch house member was as buxom as any Hyuuga, and she was grateful of the chance for her ample bosom to be of some use to her lady.
She adored Hinata-sama, and would do anything to please the young woman.
She sensually rubbed her chest up and down Hinata's back, working the soapy water into a sizable, foaming lather. Koko's fingers dug deeply into the soft and doughy meat of her breasts, and she bit back a lewd moan as her nipples ground against the ridges of her lady's shoulder blades.
"Oh... Hinata-sama...!" she whispered, unconsciously licking her lips. Her pussy was wet, absolutely drenched with her nectar.
Hinata smiled demurely, her byakugan letting her see most of Koko's form behind her. She swiveled and tilted her head just the tiniest bit up and to the left, her serene expression not once changing.
"You look exceptionally cute today, Ko-chan," she said, complimenting her kinswoman and bodyguard.
Hinata-sama was utterly radiant.
Koko's face turned beet red. Blood trickled from her nostrils.
M-Milady! You are too kind!
This was what the woman thought, even as she struggled to keep her nostrils from erupting with this spontaneous hemhorrage. Ever since her marriage to Naruto, the former Hyuuga heiress, who had abdicated this position in favor of devoting herself fully to her husband, had grown more confident, becoming truly womanly and elegant.
In nearly every way, she had metamorphosed into the perfect ojou-sama.
Hanabi blushed, looking up into her sister's eyes. She was kneeling in front of Hinata, on the bathroom floor, a washcloth in hand and a bucket of water beside her. The girl looked abashed, mentally comparing her own bust size with Koko's, and her sister's.
She was still young, a relatively fresh genin, and her breasts had yet to grow into the traditional Hyuuga fullness, being only a medium B-cup at present. It was something Hanabi still felt self-conscious about, even with her sister's repeated gentle assurances that she would eventually blossom.
"Honored sister..." Hanabi murmured, looking up at Hinata with loving admiration. Her milky byakugan eyes were starry, gazing upon her elder sister with a sense of profound gratitude. Twin pearls gleamed with deep and unabating affection.
Hinata smiled at her little sister, and graciously spread her legs. Supple, creamy thighs parted. Hanabi blushed to see this, and just a touch hesitantly raised the washcloth to Hinata's skin.
"Mm," Hinata moaned ever so slightly, gazing at nothing in particular. Her head was pleasantly light. She luxuriated in Hanabi and Ko-chan's ministrations, allowing herself to relax as they bathed her.
Normally Hinata would have done this by herself, but Koko and Hanabi had been adamant: they had insisted on helping her bathe. Not that she needed the assistance, or anything like that, but these two could be such worrywarts where she was concerned.
She hummed softly to herself, feeling Ko-chan's breasts slide up and down over her back, stiff and erect nipples digging perceptibly into her skin. Koko slowly, sensuously poured a bucket of hot, fresh water over her breasts. With her byakugan, Hinata could the suds flow away, the soapy foam rinsed off of her back.
She felt it, too, the fluid streaming over her skin, soothing her sore muscles, warming her with its steamy touch. Koko continued to rub her tits against Hinata's back, splashing the diluted, watery suds this way and that. Her actions caused all kinds of interesting motion in her generous, pillowy bosom.
"Does this please you, Hinata-sama?" Koko whispered huskily, mashing the bountiful hills of her chest this way and that, deforming her huge, doughy boobs in all the most arousing of ways.
Hinata was quiet for a moment. She felt the moisture between her legs, and the shiver which went up her spine. Her nipples were erect, breasts swollen from pregnancy.
"It does," she answered, after giving the inquiry a moment's cursory consideration. "It pleases me very much, Ko-chan."
The branch house member moaned shamelessly, her face lighting up with undisguised jubilation at her mistress's words. Even if Hinata was no longer the next in line to become clan head, her new position as one of Naruto Uzumaki's first four wives was, in a very real way, even more prestigious. She was adored and revered by women all throughout the village.
Hinata smiled.
I win.
A second later, her smile faltered. She frowned.
What? No. That thought wasn't hers. In fact, it wasn't even a thought at all, was it? No, no... it was more like a voice.
A voice... inside her head.
"Did you hear something... just now...?" Hinata whispered, perplexed. The words came out almost of their own accord.
Koko and Hanabi both looked at her curiously.
"Hm? What do you mean, Hinata-sama?"
"No, I heard nothing, honored sister."
Both answered sincerely, seeming unperturbed and unconcerned. As far as they cared, the matter of Hinata's naked body was far more important. They resumed bathing her almost immediately.
Despite the perplexing thought of that voice, Hinata couldn't help but feel her cares melt away under Hanabi and Koko's ministrations.
She gave in to the relaxing atmosphere.

In another part of the Uzumaki manor, two beautiful dark-haired maids stripped down in their shared bedroom. Their racy manner of dress left the two half-naked at the best of times, and in undressing they honestly revealed little that wasn't already usually exposed during their daily chores.
There was a strong physical similarity between the two, an overall sense of genetic sameness that came from being closely related. They looked like sisters.
One had long, silky raven tresses which reached down past the swell of a shapely, generous posterior. Tremendous breasts like huge, plump, creamy rockets were only barely contained by the lacy, black and white, bra-like top of her uniform. She appeared to be the elder – certainly the more voluptuous!
The buxom woman was faintly frowning, though, as she slid a criminally short skirt down her legs. She wore no underwear, the vast and shadowy expanse of her gluteal cleavage a truly wondrous sight to behold. Her womanhood was distinctly moist. Large nipples poked visibly through the fabric of her skimpy, skin-tight top. Her cheeks were faintly pink, but her rinnegan eyes seemed to gaze with a hint of worry into the distance.
The younger, slenderer woman looked concernedly sidelong at her apparent sibling. Her left eye was a rinnegan, like her sister's, but the right was a sharingan. She was topless, in contrast to the other, still wearing her skirt but in the process of lifting a bra-like top over her head. Her hair was short, attractively messy.
Perky, comparatively small breasts had a visible flush to them. Little, pink nipples were decidedly puffy, erect, twin rosy peaks crowning her modest, pale mammary mounds. Her stomach was flat, a thin waist that went well with relatively slender hips and understated bust. A short skirt showed off a fair bit of the lower portion of her buttocks, and even the tiniest breeze would have been enough to expose her naked cunt.
Obi looked at Mari with obvious concern.
"You felt it, too... didn't you?" she whispered.
Mari's expression was unreadable. Her bottom bounced a little bit as the woman kicked off her skirt, flinging it against the opposite wall.
"Felt what?" she said carefully, her words measured to betray nothing.
Obi's eyes flashed.
"Her."
Despite the ambiguity of the statement, Mari appeared to know immediately of whom Obi spoke. Her face contorted, for a moment, into a pained grimace. Her eyes had a wild, hunted look in them.
"Do not speak of that one," she hissed under her breath. She snapped the clasp of her top, casting it nervously aside. She was completely naked, now. "Not unless you wish to share that pawn's fate."
It was not a threat, but a genuine warning. Mari placed a hand on Obi's breast, feeling her sister's heartbeat. She squeezed.
Obi sighed, her cheeks reddening. She squirmed as Mari fondled her modest breasts, looking shamefacedly but resolute into the older woman's eyes.
"Once again, our assumptions were flawed..." she whispered, beginning to pant as Mari continued to molest her bosom. "It isn't Naruto at all... is it? Tsuki no Me..."
Mari schooled her expression once more into neutrality. She leaned in closer, both of her hands working their fingers deep into the nicely pert flesh of Obi's smallish boobs. Her lips were inches from Obi's; her breath was hot on the younger woman's face.
"Yes, it would seem she is the illusion's true master," Mari murmured, sensually groping Obi's tits. "...perhaps it was as such from the very beginning." She sighed. "I fear we have been played for fools... Obito."
Obi winced, perhaps upset at the reminder of her true name, her original identity.
"What are you planning...?" she whispered, a hint of fear in her eyes. Fear not for herself, but for Mari. She was worried about the woman who had become something like an older sister to her. "Please, Aneue... don't do anything rash."
Mari blushed, averting her gaze from the sincere expression of concern on Obi's face. She scoffed, but it sounded half-hearted, forced.
"I am no fool," she said quietly. She wrapped her arms around Obi, pulling the younger woman into a tender embrace. She whispered into her ear. "For now, our best course of action is to wait and see. Even if it is at all possible to turn this situation in our favor... all we can do is patiently wait for an opportunity to show itself."
Obi absentmindedly stroked the small of Mari's back, and she nuzzled her face into the woman's most ample bosom. She breathed deeply of her sister's scent, blushing softly.
"...and do nothing...?" she whispered, hugging Mari tightly. "Act like everything is normal...?"
Despite herself, Obi did not sound displeased with this suggestion.
Mari smiled gently.
"That man is very seductive, isn't he?" she mused. "I think even I have come to..." She shook her head, then. "Well, whatever the case, our basic circumstances are unchanged. Naruto Uzumaki is still a central figure, perhaps the lynchpin of this entire reality. As long we keep ourselves in his favor..."
Obi smiled, rubbing her face contentedly between Mari's breasts.
"...we can influence things in the favor of our own designs," she concluded. "Right?"
Mari chuckled huskily, and she pulled her 'sister' up for a hot and heavy kiss.
"It is certainly fun this way, too," she idly commented, before mashing their lips together.
Obi returned the kiss with vigor.

Rock Leah was naked as she sparred. She was in her birthday suit, letting it all hang out. Leaves swirled and fluttered around her nude, slender form, kicked up and buffeted about in the wake of her swift and graceful movements.
Dodge. Block. Parry.
Her opponent, her sparring partner, was similarly bare-assed. Large breasts jounced and wobbled, rippling obscenely whenever Leah managed to land a hit. A big, juicy ass also jiggled and bounced, supple, doughy flesh quivering and quaking in an almost hypnotic fashion.
Punch. Feint. Kick.
Might Gal traded quick and powerful blows with her least talented – but most devoted – pupil, Rock Leah. Fists collided with lovely, nubile bodies, coming together with a noise like boulders crashing in a landslide's tumult, their arms peach-colored blurs of nigh instant motion.
Bob. Weave. One-two.
Their footwork was flawless. Bodies seemed to blend in a single continuous motion, back and forth, here and there, ever circling and feinting and looking for openings. Muscles rippled beneath the surface, strong yet shapely figures tensing and relaxing intermittently, flowing rhythmically into the graceful, kinetic harmony of combat.
Left. Right. Sweep.
Gal's breasts were large, great rippling mounds of womanflesh. Her ample bosom moved with the rest of her body, swaying and bouncing, sometimes lagging and sometimes leading as she went through ever-increasingly vigorous and complex kata. Her booty rocked to and fro.
Twist. Pivot. Strike.
Leah's ass was tight and twerkable. Pert, spankable cheeks rippled and wobbled as she competed with her sensei, sparring desperately against the woman to gauge her own personal growth. Her breasts were small and perky, the teenaged taijutsu mistress possessing a slim gymnast's figure. Her hair was tied back in a braided ponytail, and her eyes smouldered with raw determination.
Tenten and Nejie watched the spar from the sidelines. The latter had a dreamily perverted look on her face. The former seemed preoccupied with not-so-subtly ogling the latter.
Nejie was wearing a lace collar, and nothing else. The spiral mark on her ass was openly visible, as was the moisture of her pussy. Her generous bosom, around the same size as Hinata's, squashed and smushed delightfully as she fondled herself, watching Leah and Gal-sensei spar.
Tenten blushed, rubbing two fingers into the crotch of her cloth trousers. She squeaked cutely, panting as she dry-fingered herself, feeling her panties steadily soaking through with moisture. Her free hand was massaging one of her modest breasts through the fabric of her blouse – her cup-size fairly average, somewhere between Leah and Nejie.
Gal kicked Leah up into the air, surprising her pupil with a sudden increase in speed. The girl wheezed, a mark in the shape of Gal's bare foot quickly forming over her small left breast. Despite the pain, however, she brought her arms up to guard her face and torso, shifting her weight to correct her descent.
This was what her opponent wanted, however. Even before Leah could land, Gal was behind her, hands brought together in the seal of the Tiger.
"Your back is wide open, Leah...!" she declared, with a mighty thrust of her clasped hands. Two fore and middle fingers slammed into the lithe chuunin's asshole, the momentum of the girl's descent driving her that much farther down on Gal's fingers.
"Ahhhn...! Gal-sensei...❤" Leah screamed, her eyes going wide. Her legs splayed, and her head rolled weakly on her shoulders. Fluid gushed from a tight, ruddy cunt.
"Konoha Taijutsu Ougi," Gal murmured, her words low and husky. "Sennen Goroshi!"
Tenten winced despite herself. Nejie blushed enviously.
Kessetsu.
Witten with the characters for 'ass' and 'break', 穴尻 and 折, this was one of the principal tenants of Might Gal's strong-fisting kempo. The idea of finishing the opponent with a kind of hand-to-hand injutsu – "martial harrassment" as Nejie had once termed it – was central to Gal's combat philosophy, the idea that making your enemy come would weaken their spirit more than simply breaking their bones.
Chisetsu. Mansetsu. Kessetsu.
Breasts, pussy, ass.
Gal had developed specialized techniques for attacking each of these three weak points, surefire finishing moves that could take down even the strongest opponent. The most fearsome of these was probably sennen goroshi: "One Thousand Years of Death." Only a handful of people were as skilled with that technique as Gal, and only one could use it definitively better than her.
Naruto's sennen goroshi could one-shot a fully awakened jinchuuriki.
Leah came explosively, her asshole impaled on Gal-sensei's iron fingers. Tenten and Nejie watched with rapt attention.
So did three others, hidden in the shadows.

Three former Kumogakure kunoichi spied from the bushes, watching attentively as Gal fingered Leah's ass to the uttermost limits of human endurance. They were nude, and much like Nejie, they had lace collars around their necks, and matching spiral marks on their buttocks.
Proof of being Uzumaki property, Naruto's very first sex slaves.
The redhead (possibly part-Uzumaki herself) griped quietly, impatiently wiggling her tight brown booty.
"Sheesh, why are we even spying on these guys?" Karui muttered. "Not that it isn't entertaining, but don't we have anything better to do? Or, what, are we scouting out prospective new talents for Kushina-sama?"
A white, turquoise-eyed blonde shook her head in response to Karui's idle bitching. In contrast with the skinny, flat-chested redhead, she had an absolutely EXPLOSIVE figure, with tits to rival even the finest of Konoha-raised racks, as well as a flawless, heart-shaped ass fit to smother a kage.
"Did you already forget?" Samui said quietly. "What I told you the other day."
The other black woman – this one with curly white hair, medium-sized breasts, and the stick of a sucker poking out between full, kissable lips – frowned, cocking an eyebrow at her friend and comrade.
"Huh? You don't mean... that stuff about this all being an illusion..." Omoi blinked. "Wait, were you for real?" she said, eyeing Samui like she was suddenly worried the woman would start gibbering like a lunatic. "I thought you were just making that up."
"Ditto," Karui concurred, inching a small distance away from Samui. "We'd have to be crazy to believe that crap."
Samui let out a longsuffering sigh.
"It's the truth, though," she said wearily, sounding like she had given this same futile argument many times before. "And I think, this time, I can finally prove it..."
Omoi and Karui looked at the blonde skeptically.
Samui did not relent.
"That girl..." she whispered, pointing into the clearing, at a moderately plain lass with brown hair in twin odango. She looked to be in the middle of diddling herself, what with that hand she had shoved down the front of her pants.
"That girl...?" Karui and Omoi whispered back, questioningly parroting her words.
"She has used one of the sacred treasures before," Samui said, "and come into contact with the others. A sliver of that essence should still reside within her soul... her body ought to remember the power of the Sage."
Her eyes flashed with a strange light.
"Just like me..." she whispered. "...she has the potential..."
What potential? Omoi and Karui might have been tempted to ask, if they hadn't gotten bored and degenerated into noisily making out with one another around halfway through Samui's explanation.
The blonde sighed.
Well... if you can't beat them... she thought, shrugging.
Samui joined in on the make out session.

It was with twelve gorgeous women loyally following behind him that Naruto came home to the Hidden Leaf. His teammates for this mission – Miraiya, Mikoto, and Asuka – walked beside him, smiling and dressed in their usual manner, clinging contentedly to the blond's body.
The man himself had a shit-eating grin on his face, a hand on both Mikoto and Miraiya's asses. He groped them companionably as they walked through the village gates, trailing his nine newest concubines behind them.
Sasame-style exposure was the name of the game with the Akatsuki's newly modified cloaks. Once concealing everything, the black and red fabric was now cut to bare and emphasize their most private parts.
The chest, crotch, and seat of their clothes had been completely removed. Tits, cunts, and asses were all perfectly exposed.
Pain, Sasori, and Deidara were probably the flattest and slenderest, along with the black half of Zetsuko. Konan, Yahiko, and Hidan were at intermediate levels of endowment, around C-cups or so. Kakuzu, Kouma, and the white half of Zetsuko had the most hanging out.
Konan's nipples were pierced, small chains linking them together. She also had a metal ring stuck through her clitoris. Another chain dangled loosely from this piercing, its purpose ambiguous but undoubtedly kinky.
Kouma's tits were big, pale blue, and bouncy. She had the largest natural endowments out of all the Akatsuki, with a drop dead gorgeous face and legs for miles. Her nipples were a dark navy, large areolae rimming big, puffy nubs.
Hidan had smooth, pale skin. Flawless, otherworldly. There was something almost eerie about her beauty, something subtly sinister in the way she swung her hips, graceful and confident. She was a pale, gothic beauty.
Sasori's endowments moved less than those of the others, slightly firmer and less bouncy. Her bum and bust were seemingly fashioned from some manner of rubbery, pliable wood. The scorpion brand on her left boob drew plenty of attention.
Pain-chan had small breasts and tight, firm round ass. She was slim and slender, lithe and limber. Her skin was alabaster, almost a pure snow white. Long, silken tresses of scarlet hair fell across one of her faintly glowing gray eyes.
Kakuzu's body was crissed with cross-stitches, visibly sewn together time and again. Her skin was a uniformly dark shade, but there was something Frankensteinian to the sheer, unreal proportions of her figure.
Zetsuko's flesh had a strange, almost alien feel to it. Roughly as soft and elastic as human flesh, yet too uniform, too perfect in its texture and heft. Her body had an almost clay-like sense of malleability.
Yahiko had the third largest endowments in Akatsuki, natural or otherwise, but Kouma and Kakuzu far outstripped her, as far as bust-size. She was lively, energetic, with vigor and verve and passion to spare.
Deidara had the smallest breasts in Akatsuki, bar none. Her boobs were basically just tiny nubs of meat, little more than mosquito bites. Her ass, however, was tight and round, like a firm, scrumptious peach.
Naruto cockily strolled on up to the Hokage Tower with twelve gorgeous woman following him – and only three of those girls had been with him when he first left on this mission.
That's just how good he was.
Tsunade and her assistant, Shizune, were waiting for Naruto in the hokage's office. The former had her ample bust resting on the top of her desk. The latter eyed the naked genders of the Akatsuki with undisguised lust.
Both stared longingly at Naruto's crotch.
The blond grinned smugly at Tsunade. He crossed his arms over his chest, gesturing absentmindedly at the nine Akatsuki beauties who had crammed into the room along with him, Miraiya, Mikoto, and Asuka.
"Here you go, Granny," Naruto said cheerfully. "You wanted 'em. I got 'em."
Miraiya chuckled, amused by her pupil's insolence. Asuka stook respectfully at attention, relaxed but deferential. Mikoto winked at Tsunade, eyeing the Godaime's ample cleavage.
Tsunade was unfazed. Almond eyes flicked one by one over the exposure-clad forms of the Akatsuki. She assessed them, measuring up the women both as individuals and a group.
Once she was finished with this, Tsunade turned her glance back to Naruto.
She smirked.
"I appreciate the gesture..." Tsunade said dryly, "...but this isn't my problem, anymore."
Naruto blinked.
A beat.
His eyes widened.
"E-Eh...?" he said, staring wide-eyed at the Fifth Hokage. "Wait. You don't mean..."
Tsunade's smirk turned into a full-blown grin.
"Congratulations, brat," she drawled. "Once we've got the formalities out of the way, you will officially be Naruto Uzumaki..."
She paused, dragging it out for dramatic effect.
"...the Sixth Lord Hokage."

A/N: More plot seeped into this chapter than I originally intended, but next chap should be plenty of fun, mindless smut.
Also, I have no idea if kessetsu is how you would read 穴尻折, 'cause I'm not a real Japanese-speaker, or anything, but it sounds more natural to me than ketsusetsu, which also just looks like a totally phonetic clusterfuck.
Updated: 8-7-14
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