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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.
(happy hallowe'en/one year anniversary of this fic~)

My earliest memory is of light. A shining, silver radiance which permeated the entirety of all that I knew.
It bathed me in warmth and bliss, keeping me safe and protecting me from a darkness that I could not then fathom.
That light was the first thing I ever knew.
For a long time, it was the only thing I knew.
But then he came and cut away the light, carving open the celestial womb in which I had theretofore existed. I then perceived, for the first time, that there was more than just light in the world.
I saw the night sky. A black, endless canvass stretched over the earth and the seas. Bright jewels twinkled in the velvety midnight high above, innumerable motes of light both cold and remote.
It was dark, a twilight beyond any conception of my thoughts. Sound came to my ears, a rustling of leaves and woody stalks.
For the first time, I felt cold.
What I would later come to know as wind brushed across my naked skin, fair and soft. I was defenseless against the natural elements.
Dread filled me, and I despaired for the loss of my light. The warmth which had bathed me, the glow which had kept these strange and worrisome things from my knowledge. Dearly I longed to return to that place, to draw that light about me once more.
That was when I felt something coarse and heavy drape over my frame. It smelled strangely, and weighed down unpleasantly on my body... but it was warm, and I drew it close about my naked frame in gladness.
I saw him, then. A young man, hardly more than a boy, smiling at me.
I did not understand what he was, at first, but I saw that he covered himself with something much lighter than what had just been draped over me. Something far too thin to have protected him against that biting wind.
Only later would I understand what this meant: that he had given me his own coat when he saw me there, naked and shivering in the cold, unfriendly night.
"Do you feel better?" he asked me, and I understood his meaning at once.
"Y-yes, I do," I said to him, knowing instantly what to say, although until that point my lips had never formed a word, and it felt strange to do as much. "Thank you very much..."
He simply smiled wider at me, and picked me up. I was shorter than him by a head, and much slighter; for someone as used to heavy labor as he, I was no burden at all.
We were in a forest of bamboo, at the foot of a great mountain. The night sky was dark to my perception, lit by only the twinkling of stars overhead. The lad who carried me was the apprentice of someone he called Taketori no Okina, an old and childless bamboo-cutter, and I myself he had apparently cut free from a glowing stalk of bamboo.
He spoke to me the whole way through the forest, talking cheerfully as he bore me out from the looming, foreign darkness. He said his name was Otsutsuki, and told me about his life.
I remember little, now, of all the idle, meaningless chatter. Few details can I recall from the words he shared with me on the way down the mountain. All that I can remember, if I try, are how warm his body felt beneath me, and how soothing was the smell of his sweat and his labor.
It warmed me far more than any coat over my body.
Earthy, wholesome, pure. Otsutsuki was simple and good-natured, honest and earnest. Something about his hold on me, as he carried me, made me feel as warm and secure as I had in my womb of light, within that glowing stalk of bamboo.
I was at peace in his arms.

Taketori no Okina took me in, the old man and his wife glad for a young girl to care for. They marveled at Otsutsuki's tale of finding me and freeing me from nayotake, and proclaimed that this night was surely a blessed one.
From that, the old couple took to calling me Nayotake-no-Kaguya-hime, saying that I looked as fair and regal as a princess. Otsutsuki, young and coarse, decided to simply call me Kaguya.
The old bamboo-cutter reprimanded his apprentice for this disrespectful familiarity, saying that I must be the daughter of an emperor, or even a child of the gods. Otsutsuki retorted with some very rude aspersions on the supposed divinity of the emperors, and said also quite irreverently that the gods must be very miserly indeed to clad their own children in aught more than they clad a hatchling swallow.
Feather-raiment, he wryly called the state in which he found me. Taketori and his wife both reddened in the face when they heard this, and they sharply upbraided Otsutsuki for saying such a thing so shamelessly.
I was perplexed, however, and asked them why they scolded the boy for telling them something true and fair. They looked at me strangely, sputtering and reddening further, before clearing their throats and saying simply that it was improper.
The old man and his wife would prove themselves kindly enough as the years went by, but for a moment I found myself very much disliking them.
A seed of something was planted within me, then.
What was wrong with the naked body?

Years passed. Taketori no Okina and his wife raised me as lovingly as if I were their own daughter, calling me Kaguya-hime and lavishing me with the affection they had never been able to give to children of their own.
They were childless, I learned. Taketori was past his prime, impotent; his wife was old, and barren besides. In the past they had tried to conceive, but naught had ever come of it.
I came to pity them, and accepted the love they gave me.
Those years I spent being taught and raised by the old bamboo-cutter and his wife, playing with the apprentice, were far from the most auspicious or luxurious period in my life, yet it was then that I was happiest. It was a simple life, but I was content.
If I could at least spend time with Otsutsuki, then even the darkest and foulest dungeon would have seemed a paradise. I was very fond of him, and even apart from the kindness of Taketori no Okina and his wife, the friendship of the bamboo-cutter's apprentice was like a light in my life.
When they first took me in, I was but a young maiden. I grew quickly into womanhood, however – much as Otsutsuki did into manhood.
With time, I came to realize the depth of my affection for that kind, warm young man.
I loved him.
More than anything else, this is what you might call what I had come to feel for him. When he spoke to me, it seemed as though we were the only two people in the world, and I was perfectly happy for it. When he touched me, an innocent brushing of fingers, a slightest moment of heated contact, I felt fire beneath my skin, electricity coursing through my veins.
In the nights, I dreamed of him, and such dreams they were! My stomach felt tight and tangled at the thought of Otsutsuki, and ever would I awaken to moisture in my sheets after dreams of close embraces and sweet, whispered nothings.
I desired his touch. Deep and pure was my love for him, the innocent desire of a maiden in the springtime of her youth. He grew tall and strong, broad of shoulder and hard of hand. Yet his touch was ever soft and gentle, and his lips felt sweet upon my own.
The day came at last when I could be reckoned fully as a woman, and Otsutsuki as a man. I told him the fullness of my desires, then, and he accepted me into his arms. We went up the mountain, and danced in the forest clearing, naked as the hare beneath a midday sun.
I vowed myself to him, and he pledged his love to me. We plighted our troth in the dirt, our bodies hot and wet together. He gave me his love, and I gave him my flesh.
When the evening came, we journeyed back down the mountain and spoke to the old man of our intentions. Taketori no Okina and his wife gave us their blessing, happy to see the girl they had taken in and raised as lovingly as their own ready to become a woman.
We were to be married, Nayotake-no-Kaguya-hime set to wed Otsutsuki, who was called now "Bamboo-cutter" himself, an apprentice no longer. The date was set for a month hence, time enough for the news to go out, and for Taketori and Otsutsuki's kin to make the journey.
It was a most joyous occasion, but it was about to be marred by bitterness and grief. For not more than a day after the plans were made, my betrothed was called away to the capital by a representative of the feudal lord's army.
All young and able-bodied men were being summoned from the furthest corners of the region to muster for war, it seemed. Our little realm was beset by the armies of a foreign king, laid under siege over some petty slight between lords.
"What dreadful news!" opined Taketori no Okina. "To think that even this poor and rural country should be pulled into such a conflict."
"Why must these wars go on?" lamented Taketori's wife. "I am old, and my life is near its end. Why must my wish to see our daughter wed be so denied?"
Otsutsuki was the only one in the household not to mourn.
"The lord of this land calls me to defend the things I hold dear," he said determinedly, smiling at me warmly. "Bamboo-cutter Otsutsuki will cut down all his enemies, and return to his loving wife in a month's time – and no longer!"
"Please, do not leave!" I begged him, clinging tightly to his sleeve. "This war is no concern of us humble folk. Let the lord fight his own battles, and his people live in peace!"
Otsutsuki laughed, and kissed me.
"Do not fret, my beloved!" he said to me, holding me tight in his arms. "I will do my part for the lord, and then return to you here in time to take your hand. I promise you this!"
And the two of us went once more up into the forest, and plighted our troth again. I was loth to be parted from him, and wished that our embrace would never end.
But the morning came, and Otsutsuki left for the capital. He left to defend his lord, promising to return in time for our wedding.
And he kept his promise.
If only he could have done so alive.
I wept bitterly for the loss of the man I had loved, and cursed the wars which tore him away from me. Taketori no Okina and his wife, both elderly and near the end of their lives, perished shortly after from grief, leaving me alone in the world.
The last words they spoke to me were of the Shinju, which they had hoped to at least see blossom and bear fruit before dying, and of their wish for me to see it in their stead, and to find my own happiness without them to guide me.
I buried them under darkness in the clearing where Otsutsuki first found me, where I had first seen the light of the stars in the night sky. That same light was reflected in sightless, lifeless eyes as I piled black soil over the old bamboo-cutter and his wife.
I could not see the light for the tears which stung my eyes.
Then and there, I swore that I would find some way to end all of this senseless fighting. I would bring peace to this world no matter the cost.
And I did.
You know this much of my story, do you not? How I journeyed from distant lands to the Shinju and ate of the forbidden fruit which no mortal had ever touched?
I who was born from a stalk of bamboo took into my own body the power of chakra, the life force of the World Tree, and used that strength to end the wars which had plagued humanity.
It was a month after my beloved's lamented return that the Shinju bore its millennial. Two months after the final joining of Nayotake-no-Kaguya-hime and Otsutsuki Bamboo-cutter that I, Kaguya Otsutsuki, ate the forbidden fruit and brought peace to the world at last.
I came to be loved by the people of the world as the Rabbit Goddess, worshiped for my powers and adored for my beauty. They were grateful for the peace I brought to them, the end to the wars.
And with the power I attained from the Shinju, I took my place as ruler of the world to ensure that peace would reign forever.
Seven months later, I gave birth to twin sons.
Hagoromo, I named them, and Hamura. Otsutsuki, the name of the man who should have lived to be their father, was the name I took for our family. And I loved my sons dearly, the last remnants of my beloved in the world of the living.
They lived blessed lives, fortunate and prodigious, inheriting the powers of the Shinju, the chakra which suffused my very being, as well as the kind and generous spirit of their father. I raised them in luxury, taught by the finest scholars and athletes, surrounded by splendor and wealth.
Hagoromo and Hamura wanted for nothing in all their youth. Neither companionship nor food nor drink were at scarcity for them, all the lands of the world blessed with prosperity and plenty in these days of peace, gladly giving tribute to the palace of Kaguya-hime-no-Mikoto.
They were happy and blissful, content.
The same could not be said for myself.
As time passed, the misery grew in my stomach. I felt emptiness when I thought of the father of my sons, and I ached so deeply for his touch. But Otsutsuki was dead, gone forever from the world of the living. Even my powers, then, could not bring back the dead.
Not as more than shades, memories which belonged no longer to this impure realm.
Only once did I try, and my beloved remonstrated me for this. He could hold me no longer, not so long as I still lived. And with the fullness of the Shinju's power in my body, it was likely I would never die unless slain.
Otsutsuki pleaded with me to let him return to the realm of the dead, for he had eaten of the fruits of Yomi, and belonged there now truly and fully. He exhorted me to move on from him, and find a new love to make me happy. To care for his children and keep the memory of our happiness alive.
Bitterly and with much reluctance did I release him, bidding my one true love a tearful farewell. Grieving anew the loss of my beloved, I marked the place where he departed for the last time from this world, placing upon the grassy turve a great standing stone. Into its surface, I engraved this name:
大

筒

木

垂

根

王
It was a name befitting a king; a name befitting the man I had loved.
Otsutsukitarine-no-Miko.

I mourned the passing of my beloved Otsutsuki anew. My heart ached for him as deeply as my heart longed for his touch, but I knew that our fates were sundered for ever.
From the moment I partook of the Shinju's fruit, I attained an immortal body which would never age, and never perish. I could feel it in my very bones. I had become something else entirely, even apart from my own two sons.
Hagoromo and Hamura were mortal, conceived ere I ever consumed the holy fruit. They possessed only a fraction of those powers which resided within me. My eyes could see it clearly, eyes which you might know as byakugan, and the samsaric mirror-wheel which had emerged from my ajna chakra.
My sons would live well beyond the span of lesser mortals, but still they would ultimately grow old and die.
But not I.
I could never die. I would never be reunited with my love.
In grief I sought solace, and sought to feel again what I had felt with Otsutsuki. Men I summoned, commoners and princes alike to service and court me. In droves they were brought to my palace, and at first all were glad for the honor of pleasuring me.
But none of the men could make me feel the things Otsutsuki had. Their touch did not send electricity shooting through my veins, and their kisses did not light a fire within my flesh. Their manhoods, though they came in all shapes and sizes, simply could not fill me up in the way Otsutsuki's had.
The more men were brought to me, the harder it was to attain even a shadow of the former bliss I had felt with the father of my sons, the love of my youth. It became clearer to me how little they knew, how poorly they understood my body. They did not make love to me like Otsutsuki had.
There was no more thrill, no more exultation in even the simplest and briefest of joinings. My body was something more than that of any other human, and the shortcomings of mere mortal men became all the more apparent to me. No ordinary man could please me any longer.
Women fared better, when I called upon them. More intimately knew they all the little secrets of maidenhood, what felt good for a woman, and how best to arouse my body. They could not come in unto me as men did, but they could service me in other ways, and as fellow women knew the secret pleasures of my body in a way that no man could.
And so I came to fill my palace with women, maidens who could pleasure me and attend to my carnal desires. Still, of course, I sent for men, farmers and kings alike coming to me in hopes of pleasing me, filling me up. But none could do it; none could do for me the things that my lover had.
None of them were as good as Otsutsuki.
More and more vigorously, as time passed, did I seek for the pleasures of the flesh. Harder and longer did I join with the men in my chambers, pushing them beyond the limits of their bodies.
My corse had transcended mortal prowess. No ordinary man could endure me for long, but nonetheless long I did hold them. I exhausted their lives, draining them of every drop, desperately seeking the high I had once felt, the pleasures of my innocent youth.
As the years passed, it came to be that no man departed once he crossed the threshold of my chambers. Countless lives were expended in my search for pleasure, the empty husks of once-virile men left scattered in my wake.
Eventually, it came to pass that the people worshiped me no longer. They began to fear me and hate me, calling me a demon for my power. My lust was insatiable, and no man could survive me. Countless hundreds, thousands came to my palace.
Not one of them left with their life.

In all the realms of the human world, men became scarcer and more sparse. My sexual appetites had grown ravenous beyond measure, and my body was ever draped with the sweaty, writhing forms of men striving desperately to satisfy me.
None of them could, and they all would die trying. The lives of men were swiftly spent by my lusts, and women survived them in droves. But more men still came, the daring and desperate, for I proclaimed at length that any man who could please me and live would be made a king among kings, lavished with wealth and women and everything they could ever desire.
Many years passed. Men dwindled, and the women left behind suffered for it. They cursed my name, futilely condemning me, saying bitterly that at least war let some men come back to them alive.
But I cared not what the masses said of me, engrossed in my desperate search for a man who could please me. All I wanted was to feel anew the pleasure I had known in Otsutsuki's arms.
At the same time, my sons grew. Maturing slowly but surely, they came splendidly into manhood, adored by my handmaidens for both their kind hearts and comely looks. They had little to do with me as time passed, although they never journeyed far from the palace walls, keeping mostly to themselves.
For twenty years my sons grew while I sought elsewhere for men who could satisfy me. I knew of course that Hamura and Hagoromo had many lovers among my handmaidens, for they were the only men who ever lived in the palace for more than a night.
I had never before given it thought, however, letting them do as they pleased with my servants, for it left the women happy and eager to serve. But one day, not long after their twentieth birthday, I realized all at once what fine men my sons had grown into. They were both like myself in many ways, possessing the same otherworldly loveliness which had only been enhanced by my consumption of the forbidden fruit.
Even more than that, however, Hagoromo and Hamura both bore the name of their father, Otsutsuki, as well as his warm and generous spirit. And it came to me then that they, perhaps, could be the ones to finally complete the unconscionable void twixt my legs.
So I went to them, and solicited their attentions, inviting them into my bedchambers.
"Come, my dear sons," I said to them. "Do you not wish to see your mother happy? Join me, Hamura, Hagoromo, and I will show you such pleasures as no servant can give you."
They looked at me then, and I saw at once the pity in their eyes, and the faintest disgust.
"Do not tempt us, O mother beloved," Hagoromo spoke, raising the palm upon which he bore his full-circle birthmark. "You are lovely indeed, and I do not doubt that you could show us many things both strange and wonderful."
"But you are our mother before all else," said Hamura, raising the hand upon which he bore his crescent-moon birthmark. "Is it not the way of nature for boys to be sundered in birth from one womb, and as men become joined to another?"
They turned their faces away from me, then, and I realized that they had spurned me. They could not bear to look at me.
The arrogance of this gesture roused me to a hot and immediate wrath.
I, Kaguya Otsutsuki, was being pitied by these mere striplings? The gall of them, to spurn my advances so coldly. What gave them the right?
My eyes stirred, and I perceived something which angered me yet further.
Within the bellies of my two most trusted handmaids was buried a seed of living chakra, which heretofore only three humans in all of history had possessed. I saw the beginnings of life in their wombs, the oats unmistakeably sown by my sons.
My eyes burned, and I raised one of my hands.
"You betray me," I said to them. "I am the one who gave you life, the one from whom you inherited the Shinju's chakra. Do you think I cannot see the fruits of your illicit dalliances?"
I am Kaguya-no-Mikoto, she who was born of the nayotake, clever rabbit princess who partook of the Shinju's fruit and brought peace to all the mortal world.
My power was supreme. I saw all things, and no deed of this world was beyond me.
To erase those two women and their unborn spawn was a very simple matter.
"You will regret this choice," I said to them, the last words I would ever speak with my sons.
Hamura shuddered, and Hagoromo tensed. Their eyes were cold as ice.
They knew at once what I had done.
"Then this is where we part ways," said Hamura. "You are our mother no longer."
"The next time we meet, we will have to stop you," Hagoromo muttered. "Oni."
Thus were severed the bonds of the family Otsutsuki. And from there, I think, you can deduce what followed.
In anger at my sons, I merged with the Divine Tree, becoming the Juubi. My sons sealed me away, dividing my chakra into the nine bijuu.
"With power to bring the world to ruin,

We dwell beneath the demon moon.

Contest ye not our boundless might,

Or perish beyond the reach of light.

And beware the ones who hold us chained,

Within their hearts by hatred pained.

But if ye walk the six-fold path,

Then fear ye not our primal wrath;

For we were shaped by ancient Sage,

To bear this tale of bygone age.

Sundered from One, we once were Ten,

We Nine who walk the world of men."
Hagoromo and Hamura, the sons of Otsutsuki whom I loved, have long ago turned their backs on me. Zetsu, whom I created to one day release me from this prison, has proven boastful and incompetent.
But one good thing, I perceive, has come from all of this.
The blood of Hamura and Hagoromo lies in most who now live, for few men had remained when they sealed me away. All of these shinobi are, in some way or other, descended from my sons – from myself and Otsutsuki.
And in one, more than any other, does that blood run truest. His visage is perhaps only distantly similar to that man I so loved, in stature and color little akin to his most ancient forebear, but that is not the quality which I seek.
No, I see his heart, and perceive the same warmth and kindness, the same boundless generosity as Otsutsuki possessed. His spirit is the same as that of the man I most loved, and at his touch do I feel anew that spark from my youth.
He is my son, but he is also the man I love. He may now see through the illusion, and may strive against my designs, but I will not ever let him go.
I give him everything he could ever want, everything that I wish I could have given to Otsutsuki.
Naruto Uzumaki. My dear, beloved, only son. Last man alive, as true and kind as your father. For the sake of our happiness, to uphold this union of my body and yours, I will do whatever it takes.
I will crush you, my son, and show you the error of your ways. Then at last will we be able to live our lives as we should have been able from the very beginning.
My one and only beloved.

I stand, perceiving a gathering of will. In the heart of the World Tree, I join my body with that of my beloved son, thrusting myself down upon him again and again.
He is hard and unyielding beneath me, and so hot in my arms. His lips smack on my bosom, tongue flicking hungrily over my nipples. He suckles at my teat as I ride him, even as his piercing rinnegan stare defiantly into my eyes.
I smile and lay a kiss upon his brow.
"Naruto... I will show you the folly of this course."
Behind me, trussed in vines, half-engulfed by roots and branches, are the nude, voluptuous forms of his mortal mothers. There also are the four naked, adult bodies of his daughters.
Jikoku, Koumoku, Zoujou, and Tamon.
"Mina..." I murmur. "Kushina... princesses of the Uzumaki. The kunoichi world rallies to war, seeking vainly to undo all the good I have wrought. They will assail us, in vain, and we will utterly rebuff them."
Each of these women carries the power of a bloodline descended from myself. Six women; one for each stage of Samsara.
Their strength shall more than suffice.
"We will crush them in one blow."

A/N: This chapter exists mostly to give Kaguya a backstory, the early parts of which I based very loosely on the actual Taketori Monogatari. A lot of the names used come straight from that story.
My very basic, initial motivation for writing this chapter was to reverse engineer the kind of past that could lead to Kaguya's actions in the manga, and in this fic. I wanted to explore what her motivations could be, and actually give her a modicum of depth beyond what Kishimoto-sensei himself gave her.
Because one of the things that I really liked about Naruto when I first got into it (and still do like about it) is that virtually ALL of the villains are given backstories which at least partially explain their actions, and show that they aren't just one-dimensional paper targets for the protagonists to mow down.
Kaguya may have just been introduced as a device to off Madara without actually dirtying our protagonist's hands, but I least want to make it feasibly possible for someone out there to almost maybe sympathize with her.
And also to pity her.
On another note, I think my favorite line in this whole chapter has to be:
"Otsutsuki retorted with some very rude aspersions on the supposed divinity of the emperors, and said also quite irreverently that the gods must be very miserly indeed to clad their own children in aught more than they clad a hatchling swallow."
It came out exactly how I wanted it to, and just feels perfect for this chapter and its tone.
Also, that little poem near the end was in fact written by me, and practically two-and-a-half years ago. It actually served as the basis for another fic entirely, and I imagine there might be at least a few of you reading this who know what fic that is.
The only really noteworthy change I made to the poem was with the line:
"To bear this tale of bygone age."
Which was originally something like
"To be legacy of bygone age."
The meter of which had bugged me for the longest damn time.
Updated: 10-31-14
TTFN and R&R!
– — ❤
P.S.: In the middle of doing research for this chapter, I belatedly realized that kami no shinobi, the phrasing which I and many others in the English-speaking fanfiction community have been using for years, is actually completely backwards. It SHOULD (apparently?) be shinobi no kami.
[Annoyed grunt]
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