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Naruto Shit-On-You-Then: The Curse Evolves	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > General Views: 33163 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Flashback is Good Time! Josei wa juyode wa arimasen! (‘Guguru’ ni yoru hon’yaku)
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            Naruto faced off with the two Akatsuki: Konan and the terrifying chemotherapy patient Nagato! Nagato, aids and all, scowled at the intruder, the defeater of Pain, the prodigy of Jiraiya! “You mother fucker,” cursed Nagato, taking a withering hand from its Chakra chamber to throw a middle finger at Naruto. “You come here because you want to fork me? Huh? That’s what you want, don’t you, you disgusting piece of fag? You want to fork my wrinkly, defenseless heiny! You sick fuck.”
            “Um, no, I came…”
            “To fork us both, I’d bet,” Nagato scoffed. “You want to bend me over a rock and make Konan watch as your massive, thick cock rubs against my tender anus. Then you’d hurl your man-meat at my insides until I vomit cum.”
            Naruto exchanged a glance with Konan; Konan just stared blankly at him. Blankly… and then gave him a quick flash of her cleavage. Blinking, Naruto stared between the two – Konan motionless and Nagato still describing how Naruto would fork him over a boulder – and started to wonder what he planned to get out of this encounter.
            “You see how skinny I am,” Nagato pursued his descriptions. “You know dick-slapping my chest would probably kill me, yet you’d risk it anyway to get some sick, twisted, sexy satisfaction from it. You probably want to hand me up by my ankles and wrists so that you can take a flyswatter and beat my helpless testicles around. You Konoha ninja scum!” He spat a loogie on the floor, and then mentioned how Naruto would probably use it to lube up his asshole before hardcore, gay banging. “All those Shadow Doppelganger cocks; all just to see how many it’d take to destroy this weak body of mine!”
            “You… you should really just call them Shadow Clones,” Naruto interjected. “It sounds less… retarded, believe it.”
            Nagato grit his teeth and simmered with HIV. “You Konoha… Just love forking the Village Pissing in the Rain, don’t you? Well, we’ll see how you like it.” He ground his teeth. “Konan,” he called out, “fork him.”
            Konan turned to him. “Nagato?”
            “I said fork him!” Nagato began to thrash like a man possessed by a demon weasel. “Fork his goddamn brains out!”
            Not being given much of an option – and having less of a role to play than the frog that Jiraiya puts things up its butt does – Konan engaged Naruto, opening her robe to show that she was a giant slut who walked around naked underneath. Naruto, initially apprehensive, immediately began to make out with Konan… … with his masculine lips. His powerful arms wrapped around her and roamed her back before cupping her booty, squeezing and opening the cheeks.
            And constantly, Nagato swore at Naruto. “See how you like it? You like being forked, you Konoha cum-butter batch?!” As he screamed this at Naruto, Konan was already atop the boy, riding him like a stallion. Neither heard Nagato’s ranting and ravings, too engrossed in checking out and exploring each other’s body. A clone was made so that Naruto, while plugging Konan’s tantalizing snatch, could also taste her anus. And if he should accidently lick his own nads, who cares? It’d just be some freak form of masturbation!
            Naruto then pressed the limits of this notion when he started to make out with himself…
            “You Konoha buttholes know nothing of pain! But you will learn!”
            By this time, Konan was put in the Plunger Position, in which several Narutos held her up by her ankles and wrists in a single grip and worked her butt up and down on the original’s cock beneath her; like a plunger unclogging a toilet.
            “The pain of the Village Pissing in the Rain; you would never stay sane! How dare you complain?! No matter how many of your muscles you train!” Nagato swore at his rhyming. “I named myself Pain to remind myself every day of how hard the Village Pooping in the Leaves forked us in our buttholes! So hard, so fast, and with so much girth that poop just spills out from our insides! You think you can take away that pain? You think you can change anything?! You are a fool! Shoving your hot and hard penis in by backside would be like throwing a bratwurst in a sewer; a foul, disgusting, backed-up sewer! Oh yes! You’d enjoy every minute being in that filth, wouldn’t you?”
            “Yippee! Yahoo!” Konan was now in the fabled Pendulum Position, in which several Narutos on either side of her form a chain anchored higher up in the room and swing her back and forth like a pendulum, and at the pinnacle of each swing was a Naruto cock ready to receive either her asshole or her mouth. Their acrobatic sexing eventually began to draw a crowd who watch while eating popcorn or cotton candy.
            And still, Nagato went on about Naruto plugging his chocolate starfish; how it would feel, how it would sting, how quickly Naruto would fill his insides with white. “You want to cum all over my AIDS face, don’t you? Want to make me feel like the gayest whore in the world! Well, go ahead and try! You could never degrade me!” He stuck his tongue out, mouth wide and open like Naruto would break away from pile-driving Konan’s tight asshole to give Nagato the time of day. Already, her cunt had become a fountain of Naruto’s jizz and her asshole was soon to become the same. “I bet you’re saving the biggest, hottest load for me! Konan is just your appetizer! You Leaf queers only see us Rain faggots as meat! You disgust me! Hurry up, cum on my face and in my mouth and ass and on my withered penis, and let’s get this over with! Ugh! You Leaf ninja disgust me to a full-erection!”
            Konan and Naruto began to have a discussion while Nagato hollers above their sex-making. “Oh, Naru-chan, imagine if I was not destined to be written off as some minor character; if I was not going to get killed in the least dramatic fashion possible in what can only be described as a filler fight in the manga and instead had a role to play in the upcoming war. I could have come at the eleventh hour or something and share what I knew about Akatsuki and Tobi and actually further the plot rather than being the typical ‘NARUTO’ female character who spouts nonsense, has no aspirations but to further the men’s dreams and goals, and fade into ambiguity. And I don’t wanna get plowed by Sasuke in ‘Triumph of the Uchiha’!”
            “Oh, Kon-chan,” sighed Naruto while pouring another fifty gallons up Konan’s rectum, as he still has a few gallons left to go. “Don’t worry about Sasu-chan! Copier finds it so taxing to write him in smut that after the Konoha arc, he plans to diversify the plot so that more pairings can take place, ya know it? You will become my righthand bitch in ‘Triumph’. Now, I have a few dozen more gallons of Jinchuriki jizz to give your colon, believe it!” And plow away, Naruto did, ignoring all other distractions of foreshadowing other stories’ plots.
            “Cum all in my hair, you sick fuck!” Nagato spat vigorously while touching his lifeless wiener. “You can try to make me feel pain in my butthole, but you’d need to send in a dozen, no, a hundred Doppelgängers to get me to give in! Konan is your appetizer, but I know that I am your main course! You want me so bad, you have to imagine my face over Konan’s!”
            “Nag-chan, he left.”
            Nagato, coming out of his daze of imagining Naruto forking his weak body every which way, just now noticed that Konan is standing in front of him, alone and cover in Naru-jizz. Cum dripped out of her, the man milk so thick and gooey and sour. “Wait… He left?”
            “Yeah.”
            “Bu-but he didn’t rape me.” Nagato stammered. “He, he didn’t even try to! He didn’t even make me sniff the underside of his scrotum!”
            “Y’know, I think he might not have been gay,” Konan said with a mild shrug.
            Nagato paused with the appearance of disbelief on his face. He then blinked away the look with a scoff and a forced grin. “Well, obviously, not that I… that I care. Heh.” He gestated awkwardly. “Well, now we can get go… What was so damn important that he had to leave in such a hurry, huh?”
            “He said he needed some water.” Again, Konan shrugged.
            “And you didn’t offer him some right here? Goddamn it, Konan! We had that water cooler installed here for a reason!” Nagato huffed, trying to make sense of it. The water cooler was a piece of his equipment; filtered piss from his dead-carrot penis. “I mean, I didn’t even get a good look at his assho…” He blinked, feeling he spoke too much. “Well, what does it matter? There’s always next time. I just need to attack the Village again…”
            “Naga-chan, I think I should let you know; I’m pregnant…”
            “Wha…?”
            “In my womb and my ass,” Konan made sure to clarify.
            “Wha…?! How the fuck is that possible?”
            Konan seethed awkwardly. “Ever heard of male-pregnancy? Well, yeah, when someone cums gallons in someone’s ass, they get pregnant… in the ass.”
            Nagato was flabbergasted. “But, Konan! I thought you… I thought me… I mean, I thought that we…!”
            “No,” Konan immediately shot him down with an assured shake of her head. Gasping, Nagato died… from AIDS and cancer teaming up and attacking in unison.
~~~PRESENT TIME~~~
            Naruto sits alone after Iruka leaves him untouched; even though it was fake, Iruka couldn’t stand to be in the presence of Naruto’s girl form. Now that a storm was brewing, Naruto realizes that it is time to bow his head again and plead for peace. If he could not make peace, someone he loves would die.
            Yet, deep down, he knows… Sasy-chan versus Iruky-chan is inevitable. The line had been drawn…
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