Chapter 1: Shadow Techniques
Chapter Text
One Month Ago...
"Team 6, any sign of them over there?"
Shikamaru peered into the dark forest, using an eyescope to see through the thick overgrowth. His recovery team hovered over him; the entire squadron cloaked under the night's sky. After scouting the perimeter for well over a minute, the shinobi passed the scope to his fellow jonin, before relaying back through his ear piece with a soft click.
"Team 6 here. Spotted 2 individuals down on the ground a half-mile east from our scouting point. Both seemingly unconscious..."
Shikamaru paused for a moment, taking a breather to maintain his composure. Gazing deep into the darkened forest, the seasoned ninja made sure to ensure he was not being fooled by their opponent.
"Naruto, I believe these are our targets."
Acting swiftly, the trees flew past the team of three as they made their way to the targets. "This is your Hokage speaking. Team 2 and Team 4 are making their way to you three in around 15 minutes. We cannot afford to fail this operation. Not again..."
"Understood."
Shikamaru could hear the hurt in the exhausted Hokage's voice. It has been months since he last slept well; Naruto having been turned into a single father to his little daughter who was too young to understand what 'happened'. The great leader of Konoha was a shell of his former self. As the Hokage's leading aid, Shikamaru was not going to let his best friend down. Absolutely not when the hero of the village entrusted him with this mission.
"Remember, this is a rescue operation. Regardless of what Lord Seventh says, if the hostile is found, lethal force is allowed to be administered."
"Hien, watch our left flank. Thaí, watch our right."
With that, the two leaped into the woods, leaving only behind a ruffling of leaves from their departure. Standing in a circular forest-clearing, Shikamaru could faintly see the silhouette of the targets. The moon's overcast was not present, but he could sense their faint chakra emanating from them. Walking briskly, he ran towards the closer of the two.
Oh, fuck! What is that smell?!
Shikamaru said to himself, covering his nose with his arm whilst digging his waist for his mini-flashlight. Pulling it out, Shikamaru crouched over the body before shining the light over her.
"Holy shit..."
Shikamaru was not on the previous rescue team that managed to find Hinata and Hanabi, and he certainly was not ready for what he was to see. Hanabi's face was covered in an unexplainably large amount of goop, splattering from her brownish hair down to her chin. He scanned the body with the light and saw her body was also caked with the terrible stench of the hostile's spunk. Her mouth was agape, oozing out a mixture of saliva and his fluids as she exhaled. The younger Hyuga sister was stark naked, reflecting a bit of the rays from the light shimmering on her slimy body.
"What the hell has he put you through?"
Shikamaru was ready to vomit, struggling to hold it in. His mind started to go into the taboo implications of the ordeal until he heard a grumbling groan just a couple feet ahead.
"Hinata!"
He whispered, getting up from his crouch and dashing to his friend's wife. Having approached the sound, he clicked back on the flashlight to see a sight even more disturbing. Shikamaru fell to his knees, his eyes not believing what he was gazing at. Laying before him, was his once fellow classmate. Laying before him, was the soft-spoken, but mighty woman of the Hyuga clan; a legend of their time in spite of the many obstacles faced. Laying before him, was the bride of someone who he saw grow to love and appreciate for over a decade.
Yet now, what was now laying before him, broke his heart. His eyes wandered first to her body, laid sideways and covered on every inch with a thick coating of sperm. Her breast, who were already known to be comically large and led to much of her embarrassment back home, was now swelling and heavy; skin around the areola turning reddish-pink and stretched. Her typically thin belly was akin to that of someone who was entering into their second trimester. And finally, Hinata Uzumaki's unspeakable place.
Her vagina, unlike the one of Hanabi's that he had only glanced over, was brimming with cum, leaking everywhere on the dry grass. She was beyond fucked, she was mated. Hinata had been bred.
But above all the insanity he was witnessing, the worst was seeing into Hinata's eyes. He could see through those silvery eyes. Shikamaru remembered those very eyes decades in the past glazed with excitement from her crush. He saw none of that excitement. They were hollow and empty. Her mouth was shut, dribbling the fluid that must've been hard to swallow. Time froze for the man, unable to find the right words to say. "H-H-Hinata?" She did not respond, her face remaining still and gazing off in the distance. "Hinata Uzumaki! It's me, Shikamaru." He wanted to shake her, to snap her from her dreamlike trance, but he did not want to have that on his hands.
"Listen to me. We're here to save you and your sister. Others should be arriving in 6 min-"
"No. You aren't."
Shikamaru paused, surprised to hear not just Hinata responding, but her response.
" We... can't... leave... I'm... sorry..."
Shikamaru was one who tended to be on the more relaxed, laid back side, but this was not that time. "What do you mean, Hinata? Naruto's been worried for you. Your father's been worried for you. We've all been worried for you."
Hinata's face remained still, hearing only her heavy breathing.
"We... can't leave. It's... too late... for me. Hanabi is gone... She is his now..."
Hinata slowly moved her hand over her enlarged belly. Her fingers gently circled her stomach, feeling the bump brought forth by her assailant the past month. Her demon-child had blasted her more childs to the moon.
"It won't... be long... until... I am... like her..."
Shikamaru's face turned to frustration and sadness. It's been a while since he felt such emotions, and he soon clenched his fist. "This is such a drag! What do you want me to do then, Hinata?! What am I suppose to report back to Naruto?!"
For the first time in their conversation, Hinata looked up to face her old friend, her mouth in a tiny, weak smile.
"Tell my husband... that before I had gone... that I still loved him."
"Uaghhh!"
Shikamaru turned and shot his flashlight to see one of his men skid across the ground. Hinata giggled, clearly having lost a bit of her mind.
"My little boy has came back for mommy."
"Huahhh!"
His other lookout fell from the canopy groaning before going out cold.
"I don't have time for this!"
Shikamaru concentrated, focusing his attention to rustling of leaves and branches. "There!" With a fast motion, he fired off shadow-neck binds all across the floor. Kunais could be heard being fired, Boruto dodging them like a bolt of lightning. "You're not getting away this time, kid. I'm not going to mess up like Kiba did. You can't take me on in a fight!" Expelling more chakra, the shadows flew faster, before grabbing hold of the person hopping through the trees. "Sad, you had so much potential." Crushing the grabbed target, a large puff of smoke appeared, followed by a loud popping sound.
"Damn it!"
Suddenly, with a glance upwards, the ninja noticed a dozen clones in the sky, and began to dispatch each and every one that tried to get near. The night was covered in a cloud of light smoke and a hazy light source.
"Screw this," Shikamaru turned around. "Hinata, we're getting out of-" His ray of light displayed an empty floor. A quick turn to where Hanabi was supposed to be gave the same outcome. All that remained, was the snail trail from copious amounts of obscene copulation.
"Shikamaru. Team 2 and 4 are on their way to retrieve the targets. Do you copy? I repeat.. Do you copy?"
"Shikamaru? You there?"
In Konoha...
"Shikadai-honey, dinner's ready!"
Temari said in a sweet voice. No response came from the hallway.
"Shikadai, it's time to eat!"
Temari said, growing impatient with her boy. More silence permeated from the hallway to the kitchen. With a sigh, she stormed out.
"BOY! WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT PLAYING CHESS DURING DI- Shikadai?"
Temari withdrew her fan, peering around. "Hello? Sweetheart?" Temari shouted, echoing the house. "Where the hell is that boy?"
"Just what the hell are you supposed to be?"
Shikadai said, arms crossed unimpressed by the floating white-faced man. They were outside of the house, standing by a single, tall tree. The pale man hovered over the child, smirking before letting off a ghastly laugh. "Don't mind me much, child. I'm just an old friend of Boruto's that's all." Shikadai scoffed, and yawned.
"Alright, cool. Well, I'm off to eat dinner, thanks for bothering me, I guess."
The ghostly figure laughed, and said, "Hold it there, Shikadai. What if I said that I can help you out on those silly exams of yours? Maybe, win a few more matches of shogi? How about with girls?" Shikadai stopped. "What's a creep like you able to teach any of that to me?" Momoshiki's spirit laughed louder, loud enough that anyone on the block should have been able to hear.
"Trust the friend of a friend," Momoshiki stuck his right hand out. "I can show you I am good for my word."
Chapter 2: Awakening
Chapter Text
Day 0
"Do you seriously have to go on another one of these missions?" Temari said, visibly irritated.
Shikamaru rubbed his forehead, eyes squinted and showing his annoyance.
"Look, if you knew even half of the shit involved with what I'm on this search for, you would bake me a cake on the spot wishing me a safe, non life-scarring journey." Temari took a step out the front door.
"So why DON'T I get told the half of it? What makes this whole Hinata thing so hush hush amongst you bastards?!"
"That's no way to speak about your Hokage, Temari." Shikamaru took a step forward, blocking Temari from walking out of the house. As if predicting her husband to say "what a drag" as per usual, Temari raised her right arm to slap him across the face.
"I respect Naruto just as much as the rest of us. BUT, that piece of shit is taking you away from Shikadai and I when our kid has been in a coma the past two weeks! You are NOT leaving your son while his condition continues like this!"
Shikamaru, having recovered from the direct hit to his left cheek, stared into the house. His typical look of mixed-calmness and grumpiness turned to a tinge of sadness. Shikamaru stood silent for a while at his wife's response, expelling a heavy sigh in between the silence. "I'm sorry honey, that's the shinobi way."
And with that, Temari slammed the door on the puff of smoke, growling and pulling her hair as she stormed the halls of their home.
The door slid open with a soft shhh sound.
"Hey baby, how are you feeling today?"
Temari said, holding back her frustration and stress with a smile. She had brought with her a wooden tray with hot tea, miso soup, and onigiri. Temari sighed, seeing movement from her son after far too long. Shikadai tossed around on his bed, groaning and sweaty all over. His breathing was harsh, his eyes fully shut.
"NOOO!"
Temari's eyes opened wide from her son's sudden scream, her bolting to her child and dropping the delivery in the process.
"Sweetheart! Sweetie! Is everything alright?! Answer your mother, please!"
Temari rested her palm on her son's head, holding him tightly to her body. "Tell me what's wrong son! Tell mommy!"
Shikadai couldn't imagine what he was witnessing. He couldn't believe the terrible things his mind had generated.
"You tricked me! This isn't at all what you promised!"
The boy was hovering in his mind, staring grimly at a fragmented thought of his mother over a decade ago playing with him in the shower, her figure covered in soft bubbles dissolving to display her marvelous curves.
"Stop! Stop this now!"
His voice echoed throughout the vast space, being met with a loud laughing in return. More long, forgotten moments, specifically moments of his mother at her most alluring, resurfaced into his living memory. Shikadai's lower lip quivered, him fearing himself growing a hungered sensation within him that was lying dormant his entire life.
"W-what the hell are you doing? Who the hell are you!"
The moon spirit did not laugh this time, providing a genuine response for the first time since Shikadai got into his own subconscious.
"I am the one, my boy, who shall unlock your fullest potential... "
Suddenly, the young shinobi's mind was flooded with a loud moaning.
"Ah f-fuck! Sh-Shikadai! Ahhh! "
Scenes of his mother, his mother as she was now began to play; the clips displaying her bare chest shaking up and down with her face red-hot. Multiple variations stormed his waking thoughts, each twisted in their own unique way. Shikadai watched mouth agape in sheer shock, hearing the sounds of his mother's roars burst across his mind. Copious amounts of erotic imagery flooded his brain, downloaded directly into his neurons. The pale, white figure was poisoning his pure thoughts, with thoughts of the beauty known as Temari.
"What the hell is happening?!"
Shikadai could hear snippets of sentences, fragments of things that he knew he never heard. He could hear various pained screams from Temari, her begging him to stop and another of her complaining that he was hurting her.
"No! You're cumming into m-"
"Drink it all you bi-"
"Ah! Don't tear my ass apa-"
"Get pregnant! Get pregnant! Get pregnant!!!"
The sounds of bodies clapping in unison was interspliced with the noises of slurping and lip smacking. The multiple voices built up in an ever growing crescendo, flooding Shikadai's eyes with disgusting white noise.
"I...I don't... I can't... This isn't what I want!" The boy's eyes darted from snippet after snippet of nonexistent memories of him defiling and pummeling. The noises kept growing louder.
"That cannot be the case, Shikadai, for all that you are seeing is what will happen. This will be all yours."
With that, he heard his own grunts from dozens of future visions, before a wave of ecstasy and a waterfall of his own fluids crashes onto/into/upon his desecrated mother.
"NOOO!"
Shikadai screamed, holding his mother tightly. His panic climaxed, and he could feel the embrace of the woman caring for him. He realized he no longer was seeing those terrible things, and began to slowly open his eyes.
"Oh baby, baby you're back!"
He felt the grip of his mom tighten around him. Shikadai could hear the crying from Temari, her sniffling every so often behind his neck. The boy stood upright in disbelief, blinking twice to make sure he was really back in a world that wasn't his head. "How long was I gone?"
Uncharacteristically of her, Temari pulled back from her finally responsive son and planted three deep kisses on his forehead. Shikadai stood in shock, never getting this much attention nor affection from mom. "Too long," Temari wipes a tear from her eyes. "Far, far too long." Temari felt her son's forehead, and cracked a smile with the confirmation that the fever he had was gone. "Let me get something for us to eat."
Shikadai stared into his swirling cup of tea. "How have I been asleep for 24 days?" His stomach grumbled at the sight of a plentiful plate of food to just dig into. "I don't know sweetie, you tell me." Shikadai sighed, cracking his sore neck.
"What. A. Drag."
Temari became happy seeing how fast Shikadai went ahead and wolfed down her cooking. She knew she wasn't perfect at it, but she knew she had some level of competency having to deal with such a picky husband. After slaughtering the dishes in front of him, Shikadai regained his composure and returned to his normal complacent appearance. "Don't blame me if you get into a food coma after what you pulled right here, mister." Temari bluffed anger, but was simply estatic to see she had not lost her son for good.
"I'm bored now. Let's play some chess, mom." Shikadai got up to put away his stacks of empty dishes in the sink. Temari turned her head to the side and huffed. "You're too much like your father, and not in a good way." Temari got up, and took the dishes from her son aggressively. "I don't want you scratching these with your half-assing your washes like you do your exams." Shikadai was startled at how aggressively the woman took those dishes from him.
As Temari cleaned up the family dinner, Shikadai stared down his mother's entire frame. Huh, I never did notice how pretty mom was. She's definitely better looking than Inojin's mom. He watched her sway her hips methodically as she cleaned, humming a simple tune from the Sunagakure village. I can see why dad decided on her out of the other girls from his time. With a surge of some force coursing through his body, Shikadai jolted upright and went into his thoughts.
"F-Fuck! Honey n-not infront of our son i-idiot!" Shikadai hid behind the wall of the kitchen cautiously, confused at what he was witnessing. His father smirked, chuckling to himself. "It's fine babe, he's too young to go and remember this kind of stuff." Temari began to moan and yelp as her lower body was pushed up against the sink, her breast swaying against the running water. "Stop it you ass, the waters c-c-c-colddd!" Shikamaru responded by speeding up his thrusts into the sweet pussy of his wife, causing her mounds to sway harshly. "Oh please, you like it when I play mean. Here, let me show you." Shikadai saw the floor of the kitchen turn dark; hands went up the length of the kitchen cabinets and into the sink. "Fucking god, you're squeezing them too hard!" The shadows yanked and tugged at Temari, causing her to bite her lower lip and redden.
"The boys gonna use this trick some day. Never disappoints a woman!"
"Are you just going to stand there and block the way?" Shikadai snapped back into reality, now staring down his mother's imposing figure. "Unlike you, I didn't get to sleep much these past couple of days. Safe to say I deserve a break." Temari walked past her son, yawning and stretching her arms and grazing the ceiling with her fingers.
"Bedtime is long overdue for this lovely lady, I must say."
2 hours later...
"You still haven't heard back from Boruto, Sarada?"
Shikadai said through his phone to an upset girl. He heard a light sigh, imagining the chunin shaking her head. "Mom told me not to bother with that guy anymore, and that dad and some others are going to be dealing with it eventually." Shikadai wondered for a moment, thinking to himself the potential culprit to the missing student and friend. "So, why did you decide to call me over him? Won't mitsuki be a better person to find leads?" Sarada immediately entered in her response, giving little to a pause. "I know your dad's involved with the current rescue operations for Hinata, and those two went missing during the same time. Your dad knows something that we don't. I was hoping if you could do some familial espionage for me." The boy thought for a moment, considering what sort of stuff he could even uncover. "Sure I'll try, but this better be worth my time. All things considered, I barely know you."
"Don't worry, I'll make sure you finding stuff out is worth that 'effort'."
Slowly sliding open the room, Shikadai surveyed the area. His parent's room was only lit by the light of the moon, which beamed directly onto their bed. Where would dad put his documents with Naruto? Searching for any drawers to dig through, all that was found was his mom and dad's clothes. Well, I did all I could Boruto. See you never I guess. With that thought, the moon's beam flashed upon a drawer beside the bed, as if by a godly entity. Eh, why not I guess. Walking over softly, Shikadai hovered over the moderate-sized cabinets. Guess I'm continuing to snoop. As his hand drew near to the handle of the first cabinet, a faint groan could be heard. Shikadai's hair stood straight up. Turning left, he saw his mother's body, turning back and forth. Her breaths were slow, and arrhythmic. She smacked her lips, and let out a soft snore that Shikadai felt all across his nerves. When she turned to face him, Shikadai felt a strange urging, a sort of beckoning to take action.
When were my mom's lips so... Enticing?
Chapter 3: Shadowy Strolls
Chapter Text
"Fucking hell... I can't believe I was even considering that."
Shikadai groaned, rubbing his neck and sighing as he made his resolve.
"Don't be weird... Sh-She's your damn mom Shikadai!"
He muttered to himself, digging through the newly opened drawer. While at first finding it to be merely random junk being stored there, Shikadai's hand brushed over an oddly-shaped, thin item. A key? He thought, pulling it out without shifting the trinkets inside too much. To that extent, he failed; the chunin's eyes shut tightly as a marble in the drawer flicked itself out and fell on the floor with an audible landing. He stared swiftly towards his mother - a single movement would've prompted him to go for a quick getaway. After nothing happened for a solid half-minute, Shikadai let out a sigh of relief and revealed the thing in his hand. Sure enough, Shikadai was now holding a key in his hand, and he began to examine the head of it.
"My dad's far too lazy to put a key like this far from where it should be put in. Now, where would that b- of course." Shikadai's eyes wandered to the second drawer, seeing that it had a keyhole protecting the latch. Steadily putting in the key, a slight click was heard, and the drawer was free to be pulled open. "Well Sarada, if nothing's in here, I'm giving up. Sorry, pal." With a huff, he dragged out the cabinet, finding there to be a singular article stored inside. With the light of the moon, the boy made out the bright red marking on the beige document: TOP SECRET.
This has to be it. Shikadai held the files out, struggling to read the letters as the moonlight began to change direction. It's pretty late, now that I know where the thing is I can come back later once mom leaves. Stuffing the document's contents back in, Shikadai shifted his feet to walk back towards the nightstand, unwittingly forgetting that a marble had free-range somewhere on the floor.
"Shit, shit, SHIT !"
He spat out frantically as he began to lose balance. The document's contents floated and scattered itself all over the bed, with the room being too dark to catch them while they were in mid-air. Damn it! Shikadai thought, rubbing his eyes in a vain attempt at seeing the blackness better. Think idiot, think! If mom wakes up with even a single one of those files on the bed, she'll know I tried to pull something! With his inherited quick thinking, the kid found his solution. Feeling around for the first latch, Shikadai began to open up the drawer and started digging for an item he brushed earlier. Come on, come on! Sweat poured down his face whilst feeling incredibly cold at the constant soft yawns from his mom scaring him of her being up.
Checkmate! Shikadai pulled out a lighter from the drawer and flickered a strong enough light to brighten at least a quarter of the bed. Waving it around, Shikadai managed to pinpoint the rough areas on the mattress where the files and its folder landed. Propping the light on the top of the nightstand, and started his search.
"Urgh, this piece of paper has to be somewhere over hereeee."
Shikadai's armed strained to grapple over the bed, reaching out for the final flimsy sheet to provide no evidence for his nighttime crime. Geez, it's so hard to reach... So damn hard to... Hard... Shikadai could feel himself growing oddly stiff as he lunged forward, rubbing against something/someone everytime he pushed forward and missed. Fuck, the hell am I getting hard from?! Annoyed at how his growth was making it harder to stretch ahead, he peered down to see the culprit.
With the benefit of the flame by his right, Shikadai froze in place as he realized his grave error in not simply walking around the bed to pick the last one up.
Mom's lips... They're so... so... soft?!
His boxers were pertruding outwards, spreading out his mother's lips and making them split. With each motion sprawled over his mother's body, Shikadai had inadvertently rubbed his cock on the place that planted mommy kisses. Slowly, he began to rock his hips to feel his shaft split the crevice apart. W-Why am I... No, I-I-I shouldn't... Oh fuck... Shikadai moved his bulge away from Temari's face, and let his boxers wiggle down to his knees. Placing the document by the lighter, he inched his way back forward.
"Whoever you were, Momoshiki, y-you made me do this!"
He took a deep breath, sighed, and made his new resolve.
The tip felt good brushing against the lips. His mother's teeth, unfortunately, acted as a barricade to the rest of him entering. "Part of being a shinobi is being brave, and I guess this is where my bravery either pays off... orrr kills me." He said to himself anxiously, releasing an uncharacteristically nervous laugh. Using his left hand, he grabbed the lower jaw of his mother, and began to pull it down to her neck. Temari's mouth was now agape, and his tip began to enter further into that pink entrance. With both hands, he cradled the unconscious Temari's skull, and lightly pushed it towards him.
"Easy now Shika, easyyy." His voice quivered, and he gulped as his lust began to flare up. His body soon shuddered at the amazing feeling of having now breached the blockage to his plan. The twisted, dark scenes of his mother and him poured themselves like a waterfall. He could see the vividness of each thrust, of each tit bounce, of each attempt to make mom his.
Temari will become his.
"Yesss Mom... Suck it... Yessss!"
Shikadai moaned, feeling the wet crevice sloshing from saliva. Temari's tongue brushed the side of the shaft, exciting it and dampening the cock. Her snoring went from soft to loud, her nose flaring due to the necessity to breathe. Shikadai gazed at the smooth face of his mother, admiring her for more than just his caregiver. Her tufts of her were tugged and used as leverage to keep her head steady as he continued to buck his hips.
"Just a little longer... Yesss... Fuck yesss..."
His head tilted back; Shikadai grunted as he shut his eyes.
"I need... I need to... Cum... Cum... Cum in... your mouth..."
With that leaving his lips, he realized his mistake.
"Oh shit?!"
Out of reflex, his body coiled and knotted as he began to burst globs of cum down her throat.
Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!
Sweat dripped down his face as his orgasm made him convulse. He buried his nails into her skull. He could feel her beginning to stir, but he had to keep releasing. The boy was in a state "do-his-mom-or-die". The wet pouch surrounding his lower rod was unrivalled; he needed this moment to last a lifetime. Temari's mouth became flooded with cum, bloating her cheeks and making her face tighten.
"No! Shit! Please don't!" In a desperate attempt to save himself, Shikadai let go of Temari's blonde tufts and placed both hands around her neck. "Swallow it. Come on, Mom!" He pressed on her throat, gliding his fingers across the neck, stimulating an unconscious gulping response: audible were sounds of manglue dribbling down her pipehole and down to her stomach.
Shikadai could see a mixture of spit and his spunk pooling from her lips onto the bed.
Why is it so hard to stop cumming? I've already got what I wanted!
Panic spread across his body as he could see her face pucker, eyes wincing and a sound of discomfort emanating from her stuffed mouth. Temari, skilled as she was with Shikamaru's flute, was never trained in the art of swallowing meat while sleeping.
This is SUCH a drag!
Temari woke up gasping for air and dripping in sweat.
She coughed harshly incessantly, hands cuffing her neck. Shikadai, under the bed with the documents, held his breathe in deep fear. After a couple seconds of heaving and her chest widening, Temari's shock ceased. Spitting out some oddly sticky saliva, she shook her head over and over before slapping herself awake. "I must've... Must've choked on my own spit..." She looked around, dizzy and confused. "Ugh, I need to get a drink..." And, with that, Temari began to slip out of bed and out to the hallway.
Shikadai watched his mother's feet walk towards the door and exit the room. At the exact moment that she could not possibly hear him, he crawled out in a rush and dashed across the bed to retrieve the sheet of paper he unsuccessfully went for minutes ago. In a rush, he launched open the drawers and shoved the documents in, locking it and bolting straight towards his room.
Why the hell did I do that?! Why the hell did I decide to do that? Why am I still thinking about it?!
I need to know what the hell happened to Boruto...
Chapter 4: Shadowed Corruptions
Chapter Text
Day 1
"What's up in that big head of yours sweetheart?" Temari said, staring curiously at her son. No response. Shikadai continued to be lost in his thoughts, seeming to ignore his mother. Ugh, just like his father. She aggressively snapped her fingers, mildly annoyed at him. With that, her son snapped out of his daze, and looked back at his mother. "Finish up those eggs before they get cold." She huffed, and continued eating from her plate. "S-sorry, mom.." His voice trailed, barely being more than a whisper. The boy picked up his fork, and began to wolf down his breakfast. I seriously need a way to read what was in that document that was so secretive. He tore through his slice of toast with a cut of the scrambled eggs, and afterwards gulped down a quarter of his glass of milk. I just need a way to get mom out of the house while I am finding out the truth...
He pondered his options, calculating their outcomes and chances for success.
"Hey mom," he uttered, speaking for once. Temari's eyes turned into daggers, squinted as a signal of bitterness. "Oh, now you respond. Go ahead, what is it, dear?" He could hear the sarcasm in her voice. I better not make her any angrier. "What do we, uh, what are you planning to make for dinner?" Shikadai stammered. "Wondering about what we're going to eat over ten hours from now when you've barely started on your morning meal? We're taking you to the doctor, clearly the sickness you got made you stupider." That didn't go as expected. "I'm just, curious... Y'know? What a drag..." Temari's fingers trailed to her fan rested on her back. "What did you just say?" Shikadai's face lit up in fear.
"N-Nothing mom! I said nothing!" Temari smirked, proud of how good she is at handling her child.
"You're lucky, as I was planning to get some groceries in a bit. Without your dad here being all picky and complaining about my cooking, I can make as I please... And you're gonna like it." "Y-yes m'am." Shikadai internally performed a sigh of relief, having not needed to say anything that could lead his mother to knock the house down again.
Suddenly, Temari coughed, and furiously downed her water. "Ah fuuuu-geez." She said gravely, censoring herself infront of her baby. "Whatever you had contracted, must've hit me as well. I woke up earlier today with this unbearable amount of mucus in my throat." Shikadai froze up, his shoulders tight against his neck. His mind raced to the thoughts of him filling her mouth with his rod, eliciting pleasure in all the right places. He could still lucidly perceive the sensation of her tongue lathered around his member. His eyes dashed to his mother's lips, watching them glisten from having just been washed with water. His eyes trailed down to her well endowed breasts: the mounds that he could only recall being once his. Out of quirky, teenage hormones, he drank the rest of his milk glass while eyeing those gorgeous mounds. He swore that he could see her nipples poke through her thin blue dress. Temari cleared her throat once more, and stood up from the dining table. "I'm picking up some cough syrup while I'm out. Can't stand this stuff being stuck for any longer than today." "Yeah... I agree 100%..."
With a peck on his cheek, Shikadai's face turned bright red, and his red rocket springing to life. Please don't notice mom... Please... "You better finish your food before I get back. It's not a warning, it's an ultimatum." His eyes trailed her curvy back sway with each step, her body radiating all her best features whilst she stretched her morning malaise off. Temari went off to grab her purse from the clothing rack by the front door, before heading off to do her tasks. Shikadai remained seated on his chair, body turned a 180 to face the long shut door. "Wh-what was I planning to do after she left?"
"Wh-what am I... Why is she... The hell is this?!"
Earlier...
Ugh, why did I think hiding the document alongside a bunch of other identical looking folders was a good idea? Shikadai rummaged through his shelf, briskly swiping the brown, paperback sleeves of the folders to see if he could uncover the classified item. After a tedious half a minute, he pulled out the thin, clipped sheets. "Man, took me long enough..." Walking over to his bed, he fell down with a soft thud, the mattress cushioning the slam and sending his pillows into the air. Alright, let's see what my ol' pops is trying to cover up about Boruto. Shikadai could only imagine what sort of mess Boruto got himself into that could've been deserving of being -potentially- a fugitive. No one said he was, most people of Konoha just assume he went missing alongside Hinata, but such a thing was far too fishy. Knowing the kid, Shikadai assumed that Boruto must've defaced all of Naruto's likenesses around the town square with graffiti. However, that would not explain why he has been missing for so long.
"Oh good, I arranged it in the right order," Shikadai said to himself, mentally patting himself on the back. "Let's see here... Boruto Uzumaki, Age 14, Height: 152cm. Ranking: Chunin. Status is... Rogue... Threat Level... High?" Shikadai's eyebrow raised, being perplexed at the rundown of his old classmate. "Possesses the Jogan, capable of pinpointing chakra, blah blah blah, rivals even the best of our Anbu operatives. Last seen on the outskirts of the Land of Fire, by Valley of the End. Do not provoke on your own. Do not engage if spotted alongside Hanabi Hyuga and Hinata Hyuga. Use of lethal force is authorized." Shikadai's face turned startled, followed by a long wave of confusion. is authorizing lethal force on his own son? Wh-why? Why are Hinata and auntie Hanabi with him? The boy stared at the page, rereading parts he glossed past thinking this was not going to be as bewildering as it was. "Images of recent sightings are provided."
Boruto, whatever you did, I always knew you were an idiot.
Present
"THIS IS FUCKING WRONG!" Shikadai shut his eyes, tossing the unclipped document with all of its contents upon the floor, scattering the pages everywhere. He rubbed his eyes with both his palms, but what he saw was now buried into his memory. "What... Why... The hell... Holy shit..." His eyes were tightly shut, but he could still see it all. He could still see the degradation of the wife of the Hokage, her fingers wrapped around his old friend's waist as she laid to suckle on his rod. He could see Boruto, or perhaps Boruto's clone, bouncing his own mother upon his cock as she hungrily slobbered his other's cock. He could see the trails of semen all over her coated body. Her body was glazed like something from a bakery. He could see in the corner the woman's sister, Hanabi Hyuga, in the middle of a scream as her nephew stood behind her and had his fingers dig into her bust. Shikadai could also picture the other images, despite only glancing at them for no more than a second. "Get out, get out, get out!"
"Oh, but I've only recently came." Shikadai opened his eyes, unclapsing his hands from his face. He was now inside a dark, unending void once more. "No, not this again. What a dr-" "Silence, I can see you are still holding on to some of what you people of Earth call... Morality! Ha, what fools you all are!" The demon of the Moon's voice rattled in Shikadai's mind. "You... It was you! You did this. You did ALL of this!"
The voice continued to laugh, echoing throughout the chambers of emptiness. "Oh, did I? Was it me who told you to stick your dirty pole in your oh so sleepy mom's gullet? Was it me who made you so curious as to stare at her round behind as she left to do her thing? Was it?" Shikadai wanted to respond, but his words failed him. "You are a truly a fool, if you think I'm the monster here. Why, I left that child of the wielder of the Nine-tailed fox ages ago, and look what he still is up!" While still finding the words to say whilst floating in his consciousness, Shikadai noticed that a tall, pale figure now stood infront of him.
"It's fun watching you kids cling onto this notion so tightly. Now, may you be so kind as to prove me right?"
Springing to life, Shikadai reentered his room. Lying motionless, clarity entered him and washed him with a wave of pain. Grasping his head with his arms, he could feel the throbbing of his brain intensify, building into a arrthymic crescendo. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Before the pain was enough to force a scream, it ceased. Cautiously, he moved away his arms; Shikadai entered his state of clarity. Turning his body to the side, he peered out to the region where he tossed away the damning information.
Sprawled out infront of his bed, laid an image of Hinata being engulfed in her child's thick seed.
Hinata was swelling with signs of a child on the way, brought forth by her child's potent seed
Her own damn child. Her child's seed.
Three Hours Later...
"Hey Shikadai, Earth to Shikadai! Hey are you in there? You haven't spoken a word to me since I've got back!"
Temari couldn't help but noticed her son's change in demeanor. Usually he is calm and collected like his father. After his terrible illness, he seemed to had developed into a Nervous Nancy. Now, at the dining table, he seemed to have turned smug. Something was off. "Buddy, are you going to continue staring at me with that creepy look on your face, or are you going to respond?" Temari began to tap her chopsticks, growing impatient at her being noticeably ignored by her son. "If you continue to give me that look instead of speaking to your mother, I'm absolutely going to flip my-" "Mom,"
Temari paused, her face shocked from the tone of his voice. "Do you know when dad's coming back from his mission."
Temari went blank. The tone of her little guy, made it less of a question, but rather some kind of statement. Of all the things to say to me. Instead of welcoming me home from being the great mother I am, or thanking me for dinner, or cutting me off to say he rather be playing Go than have dinner, he asks that?
"No, Shikadai, I do not. I don't even think your father knows himself. Frankly I think when he gets back I ought to-"
"You're really pretty, mom."
Temari's eyes widened. That came out of nowhere.
"Oh, that's... Very sweet of you, son..."
She saw him smirk, before getting up. She felt that something was off, but she was far off the mark. Temari was unable to see the burning-white eye now present on her baby.
"I'm full, mom. I want to show you something in my room."
With that, he slid the chair under the table, and walked away. "Son what are you- You can't just- UGH!" Temari got up as well, stomping towards her son who casually continued to walk away.
"What's the big idea? Don't walk away from your mother, young man!" Seeing him enter his room, she increased her pace. At the lip of the room, the door closed behind Shikadai. With a loud gasp, Temari's face turned boiling red.
"What has gotten into you?! You open this door right now! Don't make me knock it down. You know I would!"
Temari's face puffed up red like a tomato, her hair lightly frizzy.
"The door's unlocked." The muffled, nonchalant voice from within said.
Oh, you cheeky bastard.
Shikadai could feel the wind burst into his room as the door flung wide open. "I'm telling your father all about this when he gets back. You got that?!"
Temari paused her steps, seeing her son undressing his top.
"Why are you taking off your shirt? What are you-"
Unprepared for a shirt to be flung at her, the woman turned flustered and struggled to pull the teen outfit away from her face. "Oh what the hell! The fuck's your problem?!" Tossing the clothing piece to the ground, she was prepared to yell, until she caught sight of her son tossing miniature kunais at her.
"Ahhh!"
She shrieked, ready to curl up to block the hits. Instead, she felt no pain, but rather fabric slip off her shoulders. She paused, unflinched and looking to her sides.
"Shikadai, what the FUCK?! You just sliced up my dress! This was your father and I's fourth honeymoon gown!"
Suddenly, she realized she was now in nothing more than undergarments. Frantically, she grabbed at the falling silk fabric as they fell, to try and cover her cleavage and crotch. Her anger was mixed with extreme shock, Temari becoming unable to feel out her emotions. Admist the distraction, Shikadai could only smile at how well his strategy paid off. His mother's hot-headed nature, mixed with her oddly ditsy character, was the recipe needed to concoct the winning strategy.
In a flash, dark tendrils slithered all over the room's floor and walls. The pictures that were scattered along the floor were now piled neatly on the boy's bed, alongside a stickied-up photo of his mother on her wedding day. Her photo-op was too much for Shikadai, and he needed to release the growing cursed energy emanating from his groin. He was overwhelmed when he first gave mom a mouthful, but now, he was ready to overwhelm her.
"Shadow Imitation Technique!"
Chapter 5: New Frontier
Chapter Text
How is he always one step ahead of us...
Shikamaru and his squadron stared blankly at their assault point being yet another dud. The past few days have had their target either not be where the recon teams stated he was, or he would manage to ward them off and somehow escape. Elite shinobis, incapable of taking down a fucking teenager.
There are no excuses for their failures.
Shikamaru and the other men have seen Hinata's slimy body enough times that her being raped right infront of them as they prepare to throw their kunais should have all but unfazed them. Hanabi Hyuga grabbing at her nephew's legs to have him fuck her into submission should not come as a surprise. The women being nothing but mindless sex slaves, their sole focus in life being to be the vessel that houses Boruto's next generations, is not something that should be so irksome any longer, but all of that would all be a lie.
If Naruto had to see what we were up against, I'm sure that Konoha would no longer have a Hokage...
Shikamaru hit himself on the head with his palm. Such a mission should not be so difficult, but something is off about the situation. With every encounter, with every load blown into his own aunt and mother, Boruto Uzumaki seems to become more potent and impregnable. His speed, while not yet Minato Namikaze's, was far more than the average Jonin could follow. The swiftness that he evades his attackers, all whilst attacking the milk-filled jugs of his mommy to get a paizuri, is beyond their understanding.
Worse is his developed eye. No one knows where he got such power, but it was nothing like his genetic byakugan. The strength of it made him far too evasive and dangerous to not just Hinata and Hanabi's wombs, but to Shikamaru's squadrons.
Could this day get any worse?
"Sir, we got feedback from the Hokage. He said to call off the search and to return to the village."
Shikamaru placed his palm off of his face.
"Apparently, the Kazekage have decided to provide aid to this mission, and that we are no longer needed to fight this... this..." Shikamaru sighed, biting down on a twig before tossing it to the floor.
What a drag.
"I guess my old friend considers us worse than useless. That's fair, I'm afraid that the man is right about-"
"It's not that, sir," The man cut his superior off. "The hokage said that he had sensed the Chakra of an Otsutsuki member around the Hidden Leaf, we have to return ASAP." The superior's eyes widened.
"They're back? How did we not-"
"Sir, apparently the cause of all this was from Momoshiki and his sudden disappearance. Lord Seventh says that whatever happened to Boruto Uzumaki will not be a one-time problem if we do not get back and deal with this immediately."
The man tried to continue, but failed to speak. Seeking aid, another ninja in-the-know alerted Shikamaru, of what may be transpiring.
"The Hokage also said that this surge in chakra was within 10 meters of your house, sir."
At the Nara Household...
"Shi-Shikadai... What are you doing?!"
Temari's body felt tight, frozen and stiff. Her arms trembled and her legs shaked, but she could not move.
"You're not... You're not supposed to be using that!" Her eyes turned from anger to frightful, with the sharp shift in power going to her out of control son.
"Mom, did you ever wonder why Dad's been gone for so long? "
Temari was confused by the question, unsure if that was rhetorical or not.
"What is the meaning of this? What are you-?" Temari squirmed, trying to free herself from her son's possession. The more she struggled, the more the boy bound her. "Yes, of course. Ever hour since he's walked out while you were sick." Temari began to feel a wave of fear, not knowing why that instinct was kicking in.
"Y-You must still be sick, haha! Why don't you let me go and I make you some more food? Does that not sound good, sweetie?" Temari's voice cracked, forcing her to gulp to dodge the awkwardness. In spite of her deal, Temari was aware that her mobility was still locked, and she could see the hand sign still maintained by her capturer.
"Look at my bed, Mom."
Temari's gaze wavered from her son's creepy smile, to a bed littered with pictures and paper. She couldn't quite make it out at first; Temari not knowing what she was supposed to see. The second she realized, however, her stomach rolled into itself.
"That's H-Hinata?! Oh fuck... Oh fuck no no no no no no. This is... This is..."
Her eyes darted between the grotesque imagery of her husband's old classmate glistening in her baby's baby batter, to her own favorite picture of herself. However, that picture was not to evoke any nostalgic memories in that moment. Temari was piecing it all together, her body now becoming aware that she was in nothing but a loosely fitted bra and underwear.
She understood what was to come, Temari could see her fate inside her son's actions prior, and what were most likely his future intents with her from what happened to that beautiful photo. Her son, still holding her tightly in a bind, began to crawl his way forward. Temari shivered, as her legs trembled forward to follow the motions conducted. The two bodies collided in the middle, Shikadai's face pressed against his mother's glorious bust.
"You can't... You can't do this..."
Temari could feel her head shaking, but not because of a sign of disapproval. She was shaking her head, because her son was burying his face into her cleavage, the force of his motorboating being enough to unhinge the straps that were keeping her from being bare chested.
Temari bit her lip as she felt her own child's face snuggling her curviness, her cheeks flaring red as her head shook back and forth. She could hear loud moans from the teen, her eyes shut and her lower lip bit down upon.
"F-Fuck off... You-"
Temari squeaked, her head lunging out and straining her neck. Alongside her neck pain, her left tit began to swell, as her baby clamped his lips like a vampire upon her areola. "Son, no! That's e-enough!" The woman's fingers began to shake, her body catching a second-wind and attempt a resistance against the shadowy tendrils binding her to her capturer. With a moan and a bite, Shikadai fought his mother's resistance with a new wave of chakra, spreading his energy to tighten his grip. He was not losing this Ninja War. All day, he had been perfecting his father's technique, testing its upper-limits to see where he can take it. He recognized his own skills, and was not going to allow his usually malaise to stop him from trying his hardest for his current mission.
Shikadai was the child of two astounding shinobis, his lineage passing from two different villages. His blood was mixed with the harshness, ruggedness of the Sand. His intellect and strategy was second to none in his class. His tactic of entrapment with his mother continued, as he made her pull of his underwear, as he was doing to her lovely white garment. He appreciated her white cloth, a metaphor for how Temari Nara will be covered in white inside of her lower half.
The two bodies inched closer together, bodies closing in and left bare. Hours of planning, was worthy of hours of passion.
"Shikadai... What are you..."
Shikadai is Shikadai of the Nara clan, and he will not be failing this mission.
"Shadowing Sewing Technique..."
At the Hokage's office...
You feel it too, don't you, Naruto?
"Yes Kurama, I do." The Hokage stared out into his village, surveying it in the dim lights that sparsely lit up the place at night. His hands were folded, his face stern. Never, in all of my years on this earth, have I sensed a chakra that was this heinous. The nine-tailed foxes voice rattled in Naruto's head, echoing in its deep rumble. Do you have any idea, what this monster's endgame could possibly be? Naruto stared far, his vision clouded by the vision of the fall of Konoha. "I'm... Not sure to be honest... This is something that I have never been taught to fight. This... This is beyond anything I could have ever imagined from the Otsutsuki..."
There was a silence in the room, the cities illumination slowly dwindling as more families continued to call it a night. Outside of this room, existed hundreds of thousands who were ignorant of the threat that was about to come. What should we do, Naruto? The last of the Uzumaki could feel the hair on his neck straighten; a sort of primal dread washing over him. The chakra of Momoshiki had bled into dozens of houses already, his influence in the events leading to his wife's end unknown to even his closest advisors. Taking a deep breath, Naruto sighed, before walking backwards to sit on his desk.
"I don't know Kurama, I don't know..."
Chapter 6: Dual Mother Dueling
Chapter Text
"FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUUCK!!!"
Temari shouted, legs crumbling under the weight of the grabbing shadows.
The shadows were tearing her knees downwards, so as to permit Shikadai's short stature to puncture her mothering hole at an equal height. His thrusts commanded her thrusts to commence. Each impact was heavy, with an equal and opposite reaction of his penis and her pussy colliding head ,and clit, first.
"Oh fuck you... FUCK YOU SON!!!"
Temari's head looked up, her body grappled and tugged, as her boy tugged his girth more and more. her hands were clenched into fists, until they weren't, as the webbing of Shikadai's shadows engulfed her ability to move the joints. Instead, they began opened and welcoming, and she hugged her rapist son in a crude embrace. Temari groaned, seething in anger at the way she was being forcibly mannequined. All of this swearing was not simply a result of her out-of-body thrusting and being thrusted into, but also the gnawing and slobbering of Shikadai upon her lovely cleavage.
Mmmph... Mmmmmphhhhh...
Shikadai moaned around the soft nipple, suckling it like he was as a sweet, innocent child. The brainy boy, damaged by the mental damage of Momoshiki, was lapping at the sweet, succulent chest of this busty beauty. The way the nub felt around his mouth was so nostalgic, he could not help but play rough and childlike.
"You can't... No, you can't... You can't! You can't!"
Temari Nara was well accustomed to the practice of coitus. She could physically feel the once rhythmic slapping of their lower bodies turn more sporadic, more spastic as if Shikadai was ready for his first... of many... spasms.
""Once I get out of this, Shikadai... You're so dead! You're fucking dea-ughhh!"
The mother's hate speech was cut short by a hateful amount of pressure building in the way Shikadai made their thighs collide. A thorough bite, clamping his mouth around the mommy pacifier, was a signal of his first round of offensive attacks upon Temari Nara.
"Eeerghhhh uuuughh!?!"
Shikadai began digging into the back of his mom, causing her to do the same back. The speed of his pounds were cumming to a climax, and so was Temari's sense of self.
The slapping of bodies became mixed with the sounds of sloshing, and the bodies became glued together ever more so, as the pacing of Shikadai's imitation technique grinded to a halt. The grinding ceased, as the rush of seed oozed all throughout the defenseless insides of his mom. The nooks and crannies down below were caking, and the two relatives were slowly huffing. Temari turned red, eyes up to the ceiling and weary. The shadowy tendrils had tightened their grip, and were gently guiding her lower body
No matter the chakra pool, or swathe of lethal jitsus a brave kunoichi may possess, her capacity to be filled remained all the same.
Or perhaps, moreso. Temari's above average endurance and physique from all her years as a vital member to saving the world was far too stimulating for the rampaging hormones coursing through her Otsutsuki-cursed son's body to be finished after just one measly pump. His member was revitalized, gifted in virility by the intoxicating power of the evil nestled within him and Boruto.
He nestled himself slowly out from within the inner parts of the tunnel, feeling himself regain his strength to complete his crucial mission.
"Yes, mom. Fuck you."
"Oh yes, mom. Take it... Take it... TAKE ITTTT!"
Hinata's body bounced like a tightened spring, as her insides were being tightened by Boruto's dick screwing her senseless. It was the third time today, perhaps here 365th time being drilled by her baby boy factoring all the times her little devil's clones ravaged her mouth, ass, and pussy. No gangraping was necessary today; he was saving that action for his shadows to assault his auntie, which was happening roughly 20 yards away on an ashen field. For some reason, feeling a sense of camaraderie somewhere distant, he wanted to remain intimate with his mother, just him and her connected to the hilt.
"FUUUUCKK YOUUUU, DAAAADDDD!!!"
His secret technique of thrusting so hard that Hinata's whole mass could be lifted, shifted, him getting up from below his mother, to leaping up --still locked together vaginally-- and ramming her body onto a nearby oak.
Her head flew back, moaning as her skull thudded on the tree. Hinata wanted to groan in pain, but was prevented from such an act by a forceful smacking of her lips, and a smacking of their thighs indicated the following waterfall down her soaked womb. Her face turned red, body heated up by the intense mating that, if she wasn't already expecting, could have led to as much as septuplets.
Her son was vicious in bedding her, fueled by the literal demon that had tainted his soul, along with his inner demons of being always compared to his father. However, his father was uncomparable in the sheer destructive damage he could cause upon Hinata's innards. Naruto Uzumaki could never knock the wind out of his wife the way Boruto Uzumaki knocked up his motherlover. His curse strengthened, feeling the energy of an event similar back in Konoha. Konoha was where his enemies were.
His cum continued to blast plaster itself all over the unprotected walls. Hinata's thighs swiveled, her toes curling and breasts heaving as she was pressed upon the base of the tree with the force of raging storm.
His motherfucking mother fucking was second to none, but he knew the plan wasn't to end at being the best by default.
Konoha... The Hidden Leaf, is hiding the secret to... something... It's holding something
And perhaps, a future ally.
At the Nara Household...
With every thrust down by Shikadai, his mother's hips would follow. Temari bit her lower lip, holding a moan induced by the heat around her frozen thighs. She had been stripped of her bodily-control by her son, and was forced to commit her sacred place to fulfill his needs. She wanted to cover her mouth with her hands, but her son wouldn't let that happen; her hands were wrapped around her baby's waist, similar to the way his fingers ran around her ass. She could feel the length of her son entering in and out of her, it barreling deep inside with the force of their synchronized thrusts. She could hear his coos, his mind fully indulged in the pleasure induced provided by his own mother's body.
"Sh-Shikadai... This... Please..."
She was stopped from once again begging her boy to stop, this time with a pair of lips. Her face turned bright red, eyes shut and her mind screaming. Her muffled protests were penetrated by her Son's shadow controlling even the way she was to open her mouth, as she was now aggressively kissing her son.
Her screams were distorted by the smacking of their lips, Shikadai moaning into his mother's mouth as his hands slammed her body tightly into his. His cock was enthralled by the amazing texture of insides of Temari, and it had no options besides to inject. Temari could feel the fluid plug her hole; Shikadai's dick quivering inside her tight walls. Her body could not tell it was meant to reject being inseminated by her baby, and it gladly accepted the fertility package in its entirety. Her face was pressed into her child's face, being frozen as he moaned and shuddered. She could feel him encourage the expelling of his seminal fluids, her hips grinding into his hips was indication of that.
Temari did the only thing that was still in her control: cry.
Her eyes welled up with tears, her tongue dancing with someone else's tongue that should never be kissing her like this. The thick mass that had raped her was still lying snuggly in her pussy, with all of its contents pouring out and greedily clogging her. Her waterfall poured heavier as she felt more and more powerless, feeling her attempts to twitch muscles and defy this already performed act upon her being all for naught. She tried to stop it, but her Son got what he wanted. Shikadai had performed the unthinkable, and she was to bear the consequences of his actions. With the final droplets trickling out of the hose, her walls unclamped themselves, and she could feel the pole retract ever so slowly.
Suddenly, she felt herself turn weightless, and her knees buckled. She felt her arms get propped up, and she limply was carried over to the side of the bed. With a thud, her butt hit the matted floor, and her legs stretched themselves outwards as to recline more comfortably. Her son had oh so graciously freed her from his shadow imitations, and she laid her head upon the mattress. She could feel her defiled area leaking some excess spunk, but she was too drained to bother with it. "Go... Go to... your room... Shi... kadai..."
Her head had tilted itself sideways, the tears staining the bed.
"This is my room Mom, you forgot? Was my dick that good that you couldn't remember or something?" Shikadai said, smirking at his witty sarcasm. His mother didn't reply, her eyes drifting as if in a lull. Never in his life, had he seen his mother this defeated. Temari, the baddest, toughest woman from the Sand, left speechless from a harsh dicking-down.
After seconds of nothing, Temari broke the silence. Her legs began to shuffle, readjusting themselves to be fit for walking. Temari knew, that she was going to get up and grab her fan, and tear down the entire house if it meant she could get back at her attacker for even a fraction of what he had done to her: his loving Mother. Her body was already shifted to the left, leading to her left elbow resting on the bed. With enough energy, she could boost herself up, and walk out. If she wasn't in working condition to destroy her Son, she will certainly be more than capable of it in the morning. She saw what happened to Hinata, her Son had taunted her about the good lady's downfall as he raped her, and then raped her again.
She was to leave, and decide at the doorstep on whether to deal with him now, or in no more than a couple of hours.
Turns out, the real decision was neither, as she felt fingers press down on her right shoulder.
"No Mom, I didn't say you could leave yet."
She glanced over, fear in her sharp eyes, to see her Son was more than ready for another round of torturing her, the rod perked straight and priming for some action once more. Her lip quivered, more than her clit at the thought of being once again penetrated.
"I also never said that I was finished."
Chapter 7: Lies in the Shadow
Chapter Text
"Naruto, the HELL is happening in the village?!"
Shikamaru bursted through the door of the Hokage office, panting and sweating from springing his way back to the village. He could see the village's leader, their guardian, staring into the dimly lit city, glowing with his orange Kyuubi aura. "I have sent 83 of my shadow clones to scan the streets and to alert the people of an imminent threat, and that they are to remain indoors..." Naruto paused, glancing back at his friend who was standing right by the entrance, eyes glazed with a serious flare.
"I can sense it, Shikamaru, the Otsutsuki have returned to Konoha."
Shikamaru's face scrunched up, recoiling in shock with a flood of emotional fear developing.
"S-Since when, Naruto, and for what reason?!"
Naruto did not respond, only nudging Shikamaru forward. Standing side-by-side residing above their shared home, the idea of the dangerous threat loomed over them. "Our intelligence have traced the chakra readings to as far back as the first invasion during the Chunin exam a couple of years back." Naruto made a visible wince, discomfort clouding his mind. "Sasuke and Kakashi managed to uncover that the events that lead up to my wife's disappearance were due to Momoshiki, and that he was not stopping at influencing Boruto. The Ootsutsuki had planted a curse inside of my lost Son when he defeated him, but it seems that defeat was his chance at true victory. We at first thought he was looking for revenge against me, but it seems he isn't stopping at ruining my life out of spite."
The hero paused. His body emanated his large swathe of energy, eyes painted in black; a sign he was prepared to fight at a moment's notice. He didn't look at Shikamaru Nara as he disclosed the information, nor as he was ready to finish his debriefing for the final part of the mission one week off completion.
"Shikamaru, the same chakra that my clones have picked up at your home, that same chakra that possesses what was once my Son... Shikamaru... It's all across your home... Whatever happens, whatever you may find in your house, I need you to stop it then and there, before we are unable to stop Momoshiki at all."
Naruto turned to face his companion, only to find he had been long gone.
Shikamaru had left the room at the words 'your home.'
At the Nara Household...
The front door opened slowly with near silence. Shikamaru motioned his squadron to stay on high alert, ready to intervene at the first sign of conflict. Naruto's clones and a new class of Anbu had sealed off the perimeter, being another line of defense if things were to escalate to ensure the containment of the threat. The living room light was still on, shining through the hallway. With a silent approach, Shikamaru glanced into the region, finding it empty. A point of both interest and concern for Shikamaru was the cold dinner left on the table; the food having been left in that state for what had to have been at least an hour.
This isn't normal... My wife... My son...
A bead of sweat dripped down the side of his face. He winced, fearful of what might have become of them. Become of his own love. Suddenly, a large banging and thud sound emanated from the upper floor, causing gusts of wind to flow down the stairwell. Shikamaru covered his face, his left eye closed from the force that could match a tornado. He knew, immediately, who could have created such a vortex.
"TEMARI! ARE YOU OKAY. WHERE ARE Y-!"
Shikamaru's frantic yelling stopped once he reached the top of the stairs, seeing clearly a large chunk of Shikadai's room and part of their family home's roof being splintered off. Loose sheets of papers and scrolls drifted softly onto the floor, with planks of shattered wood scattered everywhere. He bolted into the room, stopping at the door suddenly due to complete surprise at what he found in the room.
"T-T-Temari... Are you..."
His eyes were bulging out; flem blocking his throat and causing him to croak. Temari, the goddess of the Sand Village Shikamaru had wedded, was lying on the floor in tattered underwear panting, clutching her fan as if for dear life. The young woman's body was shaking on the ground, eyes covered in fresh and dried tears. Her body was drenched in sweat, thighs were crossed, covering her quivering privates which were leaking fluids that were too thick to have been hers. Temari's breasts were swollen and pink, visible markings telling of abuse upon them moments ago. She looked over to see her husband, the man that had gone at the wrong time, standing there; staring at her pitiful state.
Temari's crying became sobbing, and she clutched her fan tighter, her body arching into fetal position to hug her giant savior.
Momoshiki's victory left Temari screaming as she wailed.
Shikamaru unclasped one of his wife's hands from the metal fan, holding it firmly and kissing it before looking back at her while cradling her head with his right arm. "Oh, my baby. Oh... Fuck... What... What had.. Who could've..."
"It was Shikadai, you IDIOT!" Temari's voice squeaked, her face flushed red and wet from her eyes gushing tears. "He did this to me. All of this. Three. F-Fucking. Hours! My Son... Our Son! He... He tried to get me pregnant, Shikamaru... He used me like a toy, using your stupid, stupid, techniques you taught him to be some kind of doll. He raped me, and raped me, and r-"
Temari coughed hard, spitting out a glop of unswallowed cum, bringing back the salty taste in her active mind. She felt the stings of trauma.
"Mmmmph! MMMMMPHHH!" Temari gurgled as her baby buried his baby maker down her throat. Shikada's proficiency with the technique of trapping his mom was no longer needed, in his opinion, as he successfully came in her enough times that her ability to resist lasted solely on her upper body. Her lower half, the part impaled by the executioner, was crumpling under its own weight, weakened by constant battle for her eggs. The long, drawn out conflict where she exhausted much of her energy trying to foolishly break out of the shadow stitches was planned by her genius son. Her son knew far too well that she was stubborn, and would waste away all advantages she had whilst disadvantaged. She had lost, and now she was going to face being the spoils of their rape war.
"Moooooommmm!"
The taste was all she could feel, her jaw kept wide so that Temari may so kindly drink up Shikadai's excessive cockmilk. He was as stiff as ever, revitalized every time he reenters her well-crafted body. He understood why his dad chose her to be his bride. Temari was a keeper, and Shikadai planned to keep her as Boruto did Hanabi and Hinata. She slammed the floor with her fists, trying to focus on the pain in her hands, opposed to the pain she felt down her gullet. The salty texture, the sticky glop clogging her windpipe. She couldn't handle it. She couldn't handle being defiled any longer.
Shikadai, before ramming his dick down mom's throat, left her in a position to strike back.
"Mooooom! Moooooooom! Fuuuuuck!!!"
Her son straddled her skull in a hug, gagging her as her blonde locks got roughed up like her battered insides coated in batter. Her wet mouth was too good, a curse of being so well adjusted to the Nara family. Her body was perfectly designed to be treated this way, for better, or for worse. For now, it was worse, and Temari's anger at the complete assassination of her self unfolding as sperm unloaded for the nth time into her holes. She couldn't stomach being a sex slave. She couldn't stomach her husband returning to find her a broken woman. She couldn't stomach anymore shame, or really anything at all.
Her fists landed on a hard object. Harder than the object that defiled her fertile insides coated in cum. Temari accepted she had lost, but she did not accept that she will continue losing. With tears in her eyes, and semen down her throat, she gripped the weapon that would free her from the hours long humiliation.
Temari's face turned sulken, feeling the traumatic stress overtake her. Tears glazed over her weary eyes, and her face froze up. Temari bit her lower lip, nesting her face on Shikamaru's nurturing arm. His mind fired at 4000 neurons a millisecond, the information processing too fast for him to comprehend.
Confusion, Sadness, Anger, Depression, All at once. His first instinct was to get up from his squat and immediately find his wife's brutal rapist, and kill them. Even if it was his Son. In his subconscious, he could tell this had to have been the work of the Otsutsuki and their corrupting of Shikadai, but he couldn't care less. As far as he was concerned, the child Temari and him raised was dead, just as Boruto was to Lord Seventh. "It... It was because of me thinking of you, honey, that I managed to break free for just enough time to nearly kill the bastard. I... I might've killed our baby boy, Shikamaru..." Her crying became deeper, breath heaving both from her sobs and from her throat being mucked up. Shikamaru hugged his wife, kissing her forehead. He held his PTSD-laden wife for what felt like an eternity; time freezing in this moment.
Chapter 8: The Cursed Marks
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Ten Hours Later...
"Was there a body, Shikamaru?"
Naruto's face was sunken in, having been up the entirety of the night to draw enough chakra for 113 shadow clones across Konoha. "No. None of the task force could find a body." Naruto did not look at his subordinate, his mannerisms changed from this ordeal. "Temari will be provided aid from Sakura and Tsunade for as long as needed. It seems Momoshiki's curse upon Shikadai provided him an unnatural endurance and veracity that made him able to effectively take advantage of Temari with near infinite stamina. Temari is suffering from possible internal bleeding in her vaginal region, a ruptured sphincter, three lacerations in the throat, and multiple bruises throughout the body." Shikamaru stood infront of the Hokage's desk in silence, his typically laid back demeanor shaken.
"And, that's just the 'good news'. X-rays show that Temari had, in fact, been impregnated by Shikadai. With what little we can tell from just early diagnoses, the child's genes contain traces of non-Earth attributes... The child is part Otsuksuki, and it is imperative that Temari gets an abortion before that inbred abomination sees the light of day." Shikamaru, internally crippled by all that had transpired the past week, simply bowed to his superior and friend, before escorting himself out of the room.
"It's going to be alright, I promise." The shinobi stood aside his sedated wife's hospital bed, cupping her hands with his. I know I gave you a hard time all these years, I know I am a drag, and I wish I could tell you here and now that I apologize... Sakura placed her hand on Shikamaru's shoulder empathetically. "She's going to be okay. She'll also never need to know about the abortion operation. This will remain a secret between our staff, Naruto, and you."
Shikamaru sullenly walked the streets alone.
His mission had failed, and the consequences of his failure lead to a disturbed impregnation of his wife, the disappearance of his child, and the presence of foes that can go toe to toe with even a Jinchuriki existing as an ever-present threat. "You damned kids, shouldn't you be in class!?" Shikamaru looked to his right, before being shoved by two hooligan kids, holding spray cans that probably were the reason someone was yelling. If this was any other day, he could easily catch the delinquents merely by thinking about it, and teaching them a lesson. Today was not that day. Shikamaru, stood still, closing his eyes and taking a long, deep sigh.
Man, can this day get any worse?
Why, yes it can ...
Shikamaru's eyes reopened, finding himself in an empty void. "Momoshiki! You bastard! Come and face me you coward, I'll kill you!" A laugh rattled around Shikamaru, causing the experienced ninja to enter an offensive stance. "I can assure you, I am not Momoshiki. However, I'm also well aware that will not stop the 'wanting to kill me' part." Shikamaru grit his teeth, his sadness turning to anger. "What do you want? Your people already ruined my life." The voice laughed once more, filling the void obnoxiously.
"I promise you, I will not take part in ruining your already destroyed life. I'm certain my friend had done enough harm to both the Nine-Tails owner and you. In fact, let me show you a snippet of what you had missed!"
"Please, just stop... Stop Shikadai... I said... STOP!"
Temari's cries were met with lips, her eyes widening as she could feel her insides being drilled more and more. Shikadai's weight lied atop of his mother, planting her body in a mating press. The friction was minimal, as a sloshing of his previous loads lubricated his pumps. Temari's wrists were tightly gripped by Shikadai, preventing any resistance now that he abandoned the shadow imitation technique in favor of tapping into his newly acquired reserves of chakra. The soft legs flung about as her baby stuffed himself more into her, making her gushy insides feel warmer and warmer. Her lower body felt 'full', and her mouth was being invaded by not a salty rod, but teeth and tongue. Her tears dribbled out, and she could feel her once beloved kid buck his hips such that her womb was to be filled once more with a waterfall of sperm. His hot seed spilled straight down, causing Temari's feet to curl and her eyes to lull.
...
"Shikadai... No more... Please..."
The young shinobi, hearing his mother's wishes, taunted her by bashfully jamming the whole length down, putting his full weight into a full thrust. Her mouth yanked open, spit coming out of her mouth.
Shikadai's mouth buried itself back in, loving the wet insides of both holes he entered. Cum cumming out of his shaft. His sloshes caused glops to spill on the floor. Temari's head was being pressed onto the wall, ruining her hair and driving her to near unconscious. Meanwhile, her already plump breasts slowly began a natural inflation, instinctively prepared for what was ready to cum out of her in 9 months, thanks to the thorough breeding being done.
...
"Uurgh,,,:"
Temari, filled with sex, was red as a beet. Her face was drunk off of sex hormones. Her plumped breasts drooped about, being suckled and played with by the lips of her first-born child. Shikadai seemed almost jealous of his future offspring swimming in his mom, being the one who will be inside of her constantly for 9 months.
That kid can't be the only child of Temari buried within her womb.
Shikadai wouldn't allow himself to get cucked like that.
With that train of thought, Shikadai once more steamrolled the semen station. Being so backed up in fluids, Temari's hole was inflammed and swollen, to accomodate for the ever expanding glops and slops being pushed in a clogged pipe. His shadow was bleeding into her body, wrapping itself in her afterglow.
"Uuuuuughhhh..."
Her body meekily responded, legs waving in a circular motion ~toes curled~ as her boy's bucking hips juggled her lower body in a balancing act. Their hands were clutched, tongue to chest and dick to pussy. Her sweaty, red body was being tenderly soiled in a brutalistic, animalistic fashion.
"Shika...maru... Why..."
"Enough!"
Shikamaru broke out of the trance. His head turned woozy, body trembling from disgust. "Try a stunt like that one more time, and all the villages will be out to end your people once and for all."
Silence held for what seemed like an eternity, before the voice started once more.
"I can assure you, no more intended harm to your family will be conducted by me or Momoshiki. We have abandoned attacking the strongest clans, and conquering this planet of yours. We had found a new method of fun in our lives, your adolescent youth are quite easy to manipulate, but still hold such swaths of power and desire for more. Best part is, me saying all of this changes none of that."
"What?!"
Shikamaru looked around, looking like a lunatic or drunkard out at the dead of night. His chakra sensing were either failing him, or the readings were undetectable.
"I need not go into detail. If I were you, I'd fear for the safety of all your people. This plan of action had already begun. Unless you begin taking action up on your own now, I'm afraid we have already won."
The voice felt almost familiar. With the way the voice spoke, it was not Momoshiki, or any of the Otsutsuki for that matter. The voice was, likewise, hardly human. It was like a jinchuriki without full control of their inner demon, someone carrying a powerful force as a vessel for disaster.
"We must depart. The future of this time is soon to be decided..."
Another familiar voice was audible in the distance. A voice far more familiar, almost familial."
"Be prepared father"
"If I were you, I would rush back to the Hokage and tell him to save the lovely woman you people call 'Ino Yamanaka'."
Chapter 9: Painting a New Picture
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KNOCK... KNOCK...
A few seconds without an answer.
KNOCK... KNOCK... KNOCK...
No noise came from the house.
"We're busting in! Go!"
...
Shikamaru and his Anbu team bursted through the Yamanaka household's door, shattering their front door as they rushed in. "Scout the perimeter, make sure we do not have one room left unchecked!" Footsteps stomped across the home, with men rushing around to find Ino and Inojin. Within seconds, all the rooms were fully surveillanced. "Sir, there appears to be no sign of life present." Shikamaru gulped, shocked at his failure to prevent another tragedy. All the shinobi walked back to the main hallway, having trashed the home for nothing.
"T-This can't... My wife... My WIFE!"
Taking off his Anbu, Sai fell to his knees, tears already covering this face. He had been informed of what Shikamaru had heard from Momoshiki, and knew what his family's disappearance meant. The men lowered their heads, in solidarity. Suddenly, usually low emotion adult sobbed hard, and began to bang his fist onto the floor, causing cracks and fragments to come off. "I'll kill them, I'll kill all those bastards for what they did!"
"Kill who?" Sai began to sniffle, with the rest of the men looking over to the missing door. "Hey buddy, what happened to my god damn door?" Inojin walked over with a present, then bolted when he spotted his dad was home early from the academy.
15 minutes later...
Sai hugged his wife, with their son being put in a separate room to not have to hear if any further details became to graphic. "So, Temari too, huh?" Ino said, trying to speak to Naruto, who himself was staring out over the village. "Wow that came off rude of me. I'm... I'm sorry, Shikamaru..." Neither man spoke, leaving an awkward silence to fill the room.
"It's okay honey, not much can make them better right now."
Ino looked back, with sorrow in her eyes and with wavering lips. She knew she was not going to be the most useful in taking down the Otsutsuki, but she certainly felt the guilt.
"We're all glad you and your son are safe, Ino" Although not turning back to respond, Naruto gestured a response nonetheless. "Shikamaru, you can leave the room if you wish. Thank you for your help this past week." With a nod, the exhausted assistant turned towards the door, and walked out, closing the door behind him.
"As we speak, elite agents from the Sand and Leaf are conducting a joint investigation on the Otsutsuki, with the Sand greatly involved due to the trauma caused to one of their own. Regarding Temari, she will be transferred to a hospital in the Sand following her abortion, and will be given amnesiac treatments there to forget what had gone on."
Ino covered her mouth with her hands, shocked at how severe this had gone since her short debriefing after Hinata's "disappearance"
"We were told you were next, Ino. I sent a task force straight to your home once we got the news from Shikamaru, and we're glad to see you only went missing to buy surprise birthday gifts for Sai."
Naruto turned to face his Anbu director and co-leader of the village's defense system.
"After this meeting ends, we will take you somewhere safe until we deal with the rogue shinobis. We are unsure if they are now working together, but both have become a larger threat than we should have ever deserved to face in this time of peace. Meanwhile, we have been, and will also be holding Inojin until we can decide whether he has been infected by Momoshiki or another of those monsters like him. If he is, we are unsure if he would be curable, and will have to decide on-"
"No, Naruto you can't! Not my baby!" Ino looked back at her husband with shock, seeing his face stern and resolute. "Y-You cannot decide on what I think you're deciding on!"
...
"I did not say we would necessarily kill him," Naruto stated, "There have been enough families destroyed by this whole thing. It just won't be safe for you if the infection is found to be positive."
"So what, you'd... You'd lock him up? Keep a teenager like him trapped because of something he couldn't control. We were child soldiers, Naruto! You were outcasted for something that wasn't your fault, you can't do the same... You're better than that!"
"NARUTOOO!!!"
Naruto's chakra bubbled out of frustration.
"You weren't there, Ino. You didn't see what happens when someone cursed by Momoshiki succeeds. Hinata... My wife and the way she was just lying there, covered in filth... Internally damaged and broken...I was gone and couldn't save her!
Naruto walks over towards Ino and Sai, his footsteps heavy from the swelling power of the jinchuriki
"Boruto had my genes, the chakra to hold it off for months. But look at Shikadai, he was overcome within days. We don't know if Inojin has it, but this can't spread any further. We are heightening security, asking support from all of the other villages to stop this, and you will be glad to not be at best carrying inside your womb your own fucking son's bastard child!"
Ino's face turned bright red. She had never seen Naruto this angry, nor desperate. Tears trickled from her face; she was to be asked to accept the unacceptable for her own good.
...
The Hokage office's phone began to ring. The tension in the room became confusion.
The phone's ringing persisted.
The noise echoed, in the quiet room
Depowering, Naruto walked over, and picked up the phone.
"Sasuke, what's the status? Wait, what? Check their pulse. That's good... You sure it's not a trap? Okay... I trust you, warp here as soon as you can." With that, Naruto put the communication device down. The couple looked at their leader, their friend. His face was neither hopeful nor happy.
"We're either at the final stretch of this whole ordeal, or it has only just begun."
Meanwhile...
"Lady Tsunade, a-are you sure she's ready for the operation?" Shikamaru sat by his wife, clutching Temari's hand as she did not respond.
"Her body is weak, but I assure you, she will make it through this. It was thankfully... Well, if we can call it that, thankfully only a single day. That being said, we have been unable to reach her by communicating." Shikamaru looked concerned. "Wh-what do you mean?" Tsunade looked at Shikamaru, then rested her left hand on Temari's bruised forehead, caressing it tenderly.
"It seems her mind has been placed under some kind of genjutsu. It appears powerful, and it's possible that Shikadai now possesses a kama inherited by the Otsutsuki. She's partially aware of the outside world, but also has been tormented for hours now with constant nightmares. I don't want to speculate, but she'll likely be stuck in the coma for a little while after her body heals."
Tsunade passes chakra onto Temari, keeping her body afloat
"The burden from potentially giving birth will be too much on this poor girl, so we do have to risk her life now to guarantee she won't be dead in 9 months time."
The Fifth Hokage rubbed her patient's face. She remembered the face when Temari was brought in, all caked in dried semen and a face begging for death. It was horrifying, more horrifying than blood could ever be. The cum spilled was, of course, from her own flesh and blood.
"Something that might be important to tell Naruto is the type of stuff Temari has been muttering during her nightmares."
Shikamaru looked to Tsunade, then back at his wife. His eyes twitched.
"And what might they be?"
Chapter 10: The Present Future
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Are you sure I should...
...
No... But that's... That's not...
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But she's my... No, no I can't do...
...
Well, I mean... I've always wanted...
...
You're right... S-She deserves it...
Konoha Hospital - Three Hours Earlier -
"How are they holding up?"
The Hokage stood infront of his wife's hospital bed, alongside his closest friends. "Hanabi has certainly seen better days, but she's holding up," Sasuke looked to his left, which laid the young woman alongside her crying, aging father. "Hinata... Your wife's chakra signals are very faint, Naruto. Thanks to her Hyuuga blood, she was unconsciously able to pool her last bits chakra onto her vitals. I transferred some through my Sharingan, so she was able to be brought back to the Leaf alive." Sasuke paused, allowing Hiashi to both grieve and cry for joy at the return of his long-lost daughters.
"I cannot guarantee that she will survive. Her internals are severely damaged. What happened to Temari was nothing compared to what Hinata had to go through with Boruto. We, more than likely, can abort the children they are carrying. If that was the least of our concerns, then we would be fine..."
Sakura entered the room, gave a peck on her husband's cheek, then began to channel her chakra all over her unconscious friend.
"Neither she nor Hanabi have had any real food for weeks, subsiding off the bare minimum 'provided' by the rogue Chunin. Worse, it seems whatever curse had corrupted Boruto has penetrated itself into their blood. Where it has caused Boruto to inherit much of Momoshiki's powers and strengths, it seems to be perpetually attempting to murder your wife and sister-in-law. As we stand here, more and more of the Otsuski dna is parasiting Hinata's cells, causing them to either be destroyed or morphed into more damaged cells."
Team 8, Kiba and Shino, placed their hands upon Naruto's shoulders, barely understanding the immense pain he was going through.
Naruto stared blankly towards his paling lover. Her breathing was erratic and weak, with sudden hitches that showed itself on the screen. "So, what do we do now?" Naruto said emotionless.
"You're staying here to protect the village," Sasuke stated. "The nurses and doctors will do what they can to try and slow down the erosion process of Hinata, Temari, and Hanabi's body. Sakura was pardoned by Tsunade to transfer over her care to Hinata, and your sister-in-law will hopefully get through this with whatever staff is left not dealing with the other two or those that joined in the rescue team that got badly wounded. We, the great shinobi of Konoha, will split into multiple units to search and destroy Shikadai before he grows too strong for anyone besides us two to handle."
"After that, we will reconvene and eliminate Boruto before he gets too powerful."
The Hokage Office - Fifteen Minutes Earlier
"Where's my son, Naruto! Where's my Inojin!?"
Ino shook and tugged at her friend angrily, only to be pulled away by other ninjas. "Lady Ino, calm yourself." said one of them. "Lord Seventh is currently using what chakra he has on over two hundred shadow clones, we mustn't pressure him when he already is doing so much." Hothead, Ino shoves her bodyguard, fixing her blonde hair aggressively. "I know Naruto is trying his hardest, asshole! But, not only has he held me captive inside of this room, but he has taken my son away from me, over something that he may or may not have! All in the name of protecting me!"
"Ino!" Naruto shouted, being serious for once in his life.
"Listen to me, I didn't want to do such extreme measures either, but this is not the time to argue with me. My daughter finally learned what happened to her Mom, brother, and aunt. I couldn't stop Hiashi from letting Himawari see Hinata and Hanabi, and how swollen they were. Your husband is doing his part in tracking down signs of Momoshiki. Once it becomes confirmed he has been defeated, you and your son can go back home and celebrate Sai's birthday in two days. Just, for now, don't make things complicated."
Ino adjusted her bra, sweat from becoming nervous as to how authoritative Naruto spoke at her. She felt a sharp ringing in her head, potentially as a result from her anger getting to her. Fixing her boob placement, she took a breath, reclaiming her composure before apologizing to her bodyguard. "Can I at least know where he is, Naruto?" Glancing over his shoulder, Naruto sighed, before throwing out a scroll capsule.
With a puff of smoke, a cloudy image appeared, showing a dingy pen housing her son. "You put my baby in a prison cell?!" The bodyguard leaned forward in case Ino lunged, but Naruto gave him a hand sign. "We had to hold him somewhere that was not the hospital, that still had trained shinobi stationed to watch him. Doctors were unsure if the Otsutsuki curse could travel to close proximity, but we didn't want any risks when we know you and your son are specific targets. The technique will expire in an hour, but hopefully with some extra troops from the other Great Shinobi countries, we will manage."
"Naruto!" The door swung open.
"Kakashi?" Naruto turned to see his former teacher at the door.
"Squad Five was taken down. They stood no chance without Shikamaru there... Squad Six and my party were closing in, but we had to take back the men so they could get their wounds treated." Naruto's sage-eyes lit up.
"What do you mean 'without Shikamaru'. Why was he not with the team?"
Kakashi looked just as confused as his ex-student was. "No one knows where he went. After talking with Tsunade, he headed off somewhere. Tsunade was supposed to accompany Temari, but we did not find her in the room either."
"That's not all, Naruto. One of the men was still conscious while travelling back to Konoha hospital. He told us that Boruto claimed he had acquired knowledge of Otsutsuki artifacts, namely one that can allow him to go back in time. Apparently, Boruto has made plans to go back in time to avenge the Uzumaki name and promised revenge against his 'old man'. Naruto, he's planning to rewrite history!"
Everyone in the room turned silent in shock
Ino looked back and forth as the men became more and more confused during their back and forth discussion. "The Anbu and men need me out there. Sensei, gather up your group and have the men who returned survey the village. I can't stay behind and let this mission fail! I can't let my failure as a father and Hokage be the end of our world!"
From the glassview, dozens of smoke puffs blew out across Konoha, and Naruto ran out of the room with Kurama's power pulsating, Kakashi in-tow. "Lord Seventh and Lord Sixth!" The guard waved his hand out, being completely ignored.
Ino tried to run out after them, determined to help her companions. Clenching her fist, she chose to forgive Naruto, and began to run after them. "Lady Ino, I'm sorry, but Lord Seventh did not tell me otherwise that you were allowed to leave!" Closing the door, he grabbed her by her exposed midriff, and pushed her back in, causing her to fall over and slide on the floor alongside the scroll showing her own son's detainment.
"Wind-style! Poison cloud jutsu!"
Konoha Hospital - Ten Minutes Earlier
"Are they going to be okay?" Sakura said, worried about the eight men who were severely injured in their skirmish with Momoshiki-cursed Boruto. "They'll be fine, Lady Sakura... hopefully. Without Tsunade and the other staff who have been tasked to support the shinobi outside, I'm not sure we have the manpower to treat them..." Sakura motioned the nurse along, clenching a fist at the thought of Tsunade going AWOL. She was the only truly-skilled nurse left that could care for both Hinata and Hanabi, with only Hanabi's condition getting remotely better. She was informed, as well, that Ino was currently under house arrest for apparent treason.
"Miss Sakura... Is mama going to be okay?" Himawari's tears had not dried out from earlier, and her grandfather picked her up and sat her back down on the seat.
"Your mama will be fine... I-I promise sweetheart."
Sakura remained strong for the young girl, in spite of knowing Hinata was likely to be dead by tomorrow given her current state. "Where's papa?" Sakura looked outside to the darkness, having not seen her home village so dreary in over a decade. "He'll be here, Himawari, he'll come when Hinata gets better." Hiashi held his potentially last descendant tightly, watching the pride of the Hyuga dying from the brutalities of rape by his own heir.
"Hi-Hina-Hinabnmj..." Sakura's ears perked, and Hiashi looked over at his younger daughter. Sakura walked over to her patient, leaning over to hear better. "Y-y... You can...t... Hinata..." Hanabi lips quivered. Her lips were swollen from the constant wrapping of them upon her nephew's cock, causing a curling and reshaping. "N-no m-m-more... I c-can...t... Boru..."
Cell unit 731 - Ten Minutes Earlier
"Well... Could be worse, I guess?" Inojin was allowed to bring along with him the present he bought for his dad, and pretty much nothing else. It was a rectangular, tiny box that housed a nicely framed mini-portrait of his parent's wedding photo, framed inside the finest wood of the Land of Fire. He also had special ink that his dad would've appreciated, but was now unsure if he would be let out before his dad's special day. He went over to his cell's window that let him see the outside world. "Mom said we'd be having the best cake, wonder what that all means."
Your Mom sure is quite the woman, isn't she, kid? Mind if I joined in the share of her cake?
Chapter 11: Konoha Homecumming
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Stand down. We have you surrounded. We will be forced to lethal action if provoked.
The saboteur Chunin gripped his kunai, tightly, glancing around the trees. It was a time where he truly became outmatched.
"Go on, attack me. You fools can't take me on; I am a Hyuuga, and whether I liked it or not... Have the blood of the Uzumaki clan!"
Boruto could sense the chakra of at least 40 shinobi, ranging in power from fresh recruits, to Fourth Shinobi War veterans. Headbands of multiple villages were present, signalling that he was being reeled in by a coalition of his father's doing. "You've taken my lovers from me, all of you!" Boruto's eye and face began to morph, a black-ish mark growing outwardly and burning through his face like a horn.
The sound of metal being flashed from the belts and pockets of the United Ninja Forces. Shurikens, daggers, dual-bladed swords, and hand signs readied for the order to attack.
Within the rustling of leaves, the flying of weapons towards Boruto Uzumaki commenced. The Otsutsuki's curse caused Boruto's chakra reserves to fire, allowing him both dodge and counter act the men from the trees. Explosions of smoke, flames, and rubble flew about amongst the quiet night. Boruto threw out his kunais whenever safe to do, causing groans and shrieks of pain as men fell from their treetops onto the grass floor. The shouts of the men and women roared, to finally deal with the first cursed child.
Within moments, a purple-clad, orange fist barreled in from nowhere, flattening the teenager.
The shouts stopped, and the men stopped to see Lord Seventh descend downwards, wrapped in his kyuubi chakra and Sasuke's Susanoo. As fast as the battle started, it was ended by the strongest men to live.
The aura retreated, and Naruto stepped onto the field to see his son, the one who ruined the Uzumaki's name first by cheating in his official exams, to now being a fugitive on over 50 accounts of incestuous rape, lying upon the grass. After walking over to where the traitor laid, he turned over his son, whom had been pounded down onto his back. The young man was unconscious, the horn piercing the top of his skull, and the markings of the evil moon people painting the body. Looking around at him, he saw exhausted men and women, people tending to those that had been badly injured by the returning fire of daggers.
Then, looking back at his greatest mistake, he picked up the boy by his dirtied and long soiled white shirt, lifting his son up to eye level.
"It's been a long week off deciding what to do with you. I know now, Boruto. I know what I need to do."
Back at the Hokage's office...
Her vision was foggy, blurring as the light of the room began to reawaken her. She could only squint, the air being incredibly harsh. Ino rested herself up by her right elbow, rubbing her head with her left hand. She was unsure as to how long she has been out for, but it must have not been longer than an hour, based on how it was still just appeared to be truly nighttime. Attempting to take a good breath, she was instead met with putrid air that caused her to cough and gag. Unable to see, she kicked and flailed her body, until she heard a bursting sound, popping the poison bubble and dispersing the polluted environment she had been trapped in.
"That... Could've... Cough... Killed me... Idiot..."
Now free from her prison, she looked around, seeing no one inside of the room.
They must've left to deal with Boruto, huh?
After peering around for a while, she noticed the cloudy image was beginning to fade. "Ino... Inojin..." She stared into the cloud, seeing her son's cell, housing her son who appeared to be laying on the floor.
"I-Inojin?"
Going on her knees and crawling over to see the fading image better, she could see her son was out cold, appearing to be oozing out a dark fluid. "INOJIN!" With those last words, Ino threw her large chest outwards, only for the jutsu to finally end, ending her communication with her imprisoned son. Springing up, she hastily ran towards the exit, finding it locked from the outside.
The door jiggled, but would not budge. Peering out, she could see her old guard standing out there, nervously biting one of his nails. She banged on the door, trying to catch his attention, but to no avail. Her fingers rasped on the wood, trying to claw her way free.
"Fuck! Please! Let me out! I need to save my son! BASTARD!!!"
She cradled her skull with her arms, panicking. From being out cold for an hour, to nearly being introduced to toxins, to finding her son motionless on the floor, potentially bleeding out, she could feel her hair raising.
Oh god. Where has everyone gone? I can't be stuck here, I-It's been like 50 minutes, man, this can't be right. When Lady Ino wakes up, she's gonna kill me! I don't even know if that door can hold her, I-I can't stop her... She-she's... I can't punch a woman, especially one that looks like her! Man, I wish I was Sai, just to get a bit of that fat ass of hers. God, I'd rawdog her hard, give her some of that Icha Icha tactics stuff... Man, she's a baddie... Thank god she's down right now, or she could be reading my mind or something. Oh man, I really hope whatever's going on doesn't get to her kid, he's only housed, like, 10minutes north from here? What if he comes in here, and I have to fight a kid to stop him from fucking his fucking mom? That's so fucked up, I can't beat up a 14, err 15? Maybe 16? Fuck, how old are those boys now? I'm terrible at this... I-I need a bathroom break.
Both weirded out and disgusted by what she had sensed outside, Ino clutched one of her buttcheeks, creeped that her guard thought about doing those things to her, especially since he was the reason she was left unconscious. "I swear, if he did anything to me while I was out, I will personally off him." She said to herself aloud. "Well, no better time than now to break out of here. 10 minutes north... Only one place that could be."
Konoha Hospital... 3 minutes later...
"I can't believe you spared your son. I thought for once, you wouldn't be so reckless."
Sasuke said, standing with his old teammate as they watched the nurses carry Boruto's cart to his room. "I wanted to, I really, really wanted to. But, this wasn't his fault. If I was home just even once when his curse starting developing, or for his growing years in general, maybe this would have been avoided. Maybe, maybe this whole thing was my fault, Sasuke..."
Sasuke turned, perplexed at that response.
"Sometimes you're a bit too dense for being the leader of an entire nation. I might have to coup you and be the villain again if you say something dumb like that again."
Naruto laughed, enjoying the cut from seriousness for even a moment, especially when the rebuttal came from the edgiest man he knew. "You know as well as I, that I'd just beat you again." He said, chuckling as the two walked over to visit Hinata and Hanabi.
"Papa!"
Himawari shouted, running over and hugging her dad. Smiling, Naruto lifted his daughter up, bouncing her up and down before putting her back down so she could walk back towards her grandfather. "Welcome back guys. Look who's up." Sakura motioned over, showing Hanabi sitting upright.
"Hanabi, is everything alright?"
Naruto said, walking over to her bed. He stared at his sister-in-law, seeing her face expressionless, if not in a grimace. The white glaze of the Hyuuga clan's eyes blocked all emotion visible. "Auntie Hanabi won't say much papa, Miss Sakura doesn't know why." Sakura walked over, speaking quietly to Naruto and Sasuke. "Hanabi seems to be going through shock at the moment. We believe, based on her brain scans, that she was experiencing a traumatic nightmare the entirety of the time we have been nursing her. Based on what she occasionally spoke, it likely involved the abuse she was handed by Boruto."
Although it was but a whisper, Hanabi became jumpy at that name, causing her to freak and tear at her hospital gown and jiggling the wires and tubes on her body.
"No please! I can't! No more!" Sakura covered her mouth, and Himawari got up and held her aunt's palm. "Auntie, please stop! You're hurting yourself!" By the time Hanabi calmed down, her gown was mostly in shreds, causing Sakura to rush over and lift the blanket over the exposed breasts and torso.
"I'm so so so so SO sorry!!!" Hanabi, now responsive, looked over to see her brother-in-law. "N-Naruto?" Hanabi's lower, swollen lip began to quiver, her eyes showing a look of either concern, fear, or both. "N-Naru... Nooo..."
Suddenly, motion could be heard from Hinata's bed. "Naru... Naru..." The hokage dashed his sight towards the wincing body of his wife, and ran over to her bed. "Na... Naru... Naruto..." Hinata's eyelids began to flicker, mixed in with pained winces and groans. Naruto clutched his wife's hands with his. "Baby, babe yes it's me! It's Naruto!" Himawari began to cry, hearing her mother's (faint) voice for the first time in over a month.
"Naruto... Naruto...Naru..."
Chapter 12: Work of Art
Chapter Text
All the women must have been restaffed towards that Anbu mission... I should remain careful, I was told specifically not to be here.
Ino walked through the dank halls of the repurposed Kunoichi training facility. Although construction was stated to have been completed a year ago, the union running the facility only did the bare minimum, leaving it missing many crucial operating rooms, and likewise causing it to be left mostly unused. That is why the diligent woman knew her son had to have therefore been held here, with it being the only large building that contained rooms fit for housing individuals that was neither residential nor in a general area her buffoon of a guard had thought of, when he wasn't thinking of fucking her, of course.
As her footsteps echoed in the halls, she could see sections of the facility without the light lit up, making her search easier as to where to go, but also stealthier as she could duck in to hide if a sound occurred that was not hers. Turning right down to rooms 108-135, she saw a slender woman in traditional Konoha police wear. Alerted, she went to hide back behind the corner, drawing out a kunai if she really needed to go into a skirmish.
"Ino? Ino Yamanaka?"
The woman's voice boomed within the vacant hallway. With a sigh, Ino walked out, facing the guard.
"I'm assuming you're here to see your son..." The woman announced. To Ino, that voice seemed off, like the person in front of her was fictitious in nature.
"Well, I assume my son must be in one of the rooms behind you, huh?" Ino remarked, dagger still in her grip. She was not afraid with having to fight to see her son. She was a skilled fighter, having been a child soldier like the rest of her peers. This guard, if she chooses to not let her pass, was to be nothing. She was a woman barely over the age of 30, she could handle someone who was no more than 22, and likely without field experience.
"Right this way miss. Inojin, Shikamaru, and Tsunade need your help."
...
Konoha Hospital
"Mommy's waking up!" Himawari said, crying and running over to the left side of her mother's bedframe. Hinata's eyes flickered between opening and closing, unintelligible rabbling coming now from her mouth. Naruto held tightly his wife's hands, holding back tears. Sakura and Sasuke watched, the two resting their heads upon one another. Footsteps approached the doorway. "Naruto," Sai said looking out of breath. Sakura looked at him, concerned. "What is it Sai? Why are you-" Sai began to show emotion, walking over to his superior.
"Ino... Where's Ino?!"
Sai shook Naruto, causing him to loosen his grip on Hinata. "The guard, the one you left there.. She's not there now! Where's Ino, NARUTOOO!!!" Naruto was pushed to the side, losing touch with Hinata. "Sai!" Naruto said, snapping out of his romantic mindset. "Sai, calm down! We'll deal with this soon just-"
Panicked yells from the halls came from the room six rooms down, where Boruto was being housed.
"Naruto!" Hanabi shouted, with a mixture of fear and shock. Hinata's eyes now opened fully. Amidst the sudden panic, Himawari reached out towards her mom. "Mama, mama! You're up!" Before Naruto could turn back to face Hanabi, a quick, sharp pain hit his right lung. The blanket and wires flew about, causing a mass confusion in the room. Himawari was pushed to the side, knocking her over.
Everyone watched in horror as Hinata's palm went right into her husband, chakra emanating and pulsating, blood spewing from the Hokage's mouth.
Kunoichi Training Facility
"What happened to them?"
Ino said, staring at the unconscious figures of Shikamaru and Tsunade lying on the desks. Bruises across Shikamaru's forehead and Tsunade's inner thighs and chest indicated at least some kind of confrontation happened, but it's unlikely that they could have been beaten in a fair fight. "I don't know, they were brought in here by Lady Ten-Ten." Ino looked at them, feeling their foreheads as to sense any emotional shifts.
Nothing.
"Where's Ten-Ten? I need to speak with some of the other staff members here. I can't treat them on my I own! I need to see my son!"
The lady stepped back. "I'm sorry, but everyone besides me went out after Lord Seventh gave an order for it 20 minutes ago."
That doesn't make any sense, why would he- that's incredibly reckless of Naruto. "That's ridiculous. Why weren't these two brought into the hospital? Why were they and-" Ino's memory fired back to seeing her son bleeding out on the floor. "Oh god, he's going to die!"
Gripping tightly on the dark-blue outfit, Ino pushed the inexperienced ninja to the wall. "I need to see Inojin, now!"
"I'm sorry everyone! Hinata's not who she once was! I-I tried to warn you all, b-but I couldn't! I'm sorry Naruto, I'm sorry!"
Hanabi curled up into her blankets, covering herself as she cried and rocked back and forth. She was finally lucid once more, having never been fully put in a trance by the Aroma arts that Hinata had been perpetually subjected to. Hanabi wept, afraid of how his plan was going to unfold. Naruto was now unconscious on the floor, gasping every so often due to punctured air sacs. Hiashi past out from shock, his old age unable to let him recover quickly.
Hinata yelled out Naruto's name before the attack, with rage in her voice. She paid little heed to her own daughter, who was pushed and quickly downed. Like a lunatic, she kicked the bed upright, temporarily blocking the doorway with it as she yelled for her "Love" and attacked those not ready to attack the pregnant wife of their Hokage. Her tits swayed as the gown provided began to untie itself from her waist.
Sasuke and Sai raced out of the room, chasing after the loose patient, who had chakra-blocked all the doctors on her way to Boruto's room. Hinata rushed to Boruto room, with him recovering from his unconscious state triggering her response. The demented mother-slave had kissed her son tenderly, eyes rolling as she lathered her tongue with his. Their wet mouths swallowed one another, tongues dueling for the right to dominate the other's throat.
Our disgraced maiden smothered her face across her master's body, burying her lips upon his torso and chest, then planting a deep kiss and tugging on her boy's genitals which were barely covered by the hospital gown. Hinata squealed as she slobbered on Boruto's growing cock, her mind deleted and replaced with nothing but the desire for her boy's rapes and cum injections. She began to wet herself in pre-cum, soiling her given cloth and the floor simultaneously. With a pop, she let go of the mindbreaker's rod.
"Oh Boruto, baby, I missed you. Give me your sweet cock now pleaseeee."
She began to give her boy a handjob, licking the shaft and shaking her braless tits. Hinata was becoming more and more demented by the second, cock hungry and begging to be fucked here and now. Her hole had been empty of son sperm for far too long.
"Not now, mom. Remember, the plan."
Boruto looked down at his great creation, his conquered mother who obediently punished his miserable father, her 'previous' love. He was disappointed to see his Aunt had not followed through with her part and ran after him with open arms and legs, but he recognized he had not drugged or raped her enough into true submission. He knew he made mistakes with Hanabi, and would assuredly fix that in the 'next time around'.
"You've been a very good mommy. I'll make sure to give all the cum you want in that pretty belly of yours." He said tenderly, rubbing his successful work of weeks of countless seeding of her delicate womb, causing her to yip and lap like a dog, drooling and wiggling her large ass in joy at the touch while continuing to giggle and lick her baby's cock.
Grabbing his dirtied coat which rested on a desk by his hospital bed, the pair broke out through the window using Boruto's wind rasengan to escape into the darkness, pursued by the shinobi who weren't caught in the chaos that got dispatched of by Hinata barreling through the halls unopposed.
Sakura tended to Naruto, ensuring that the unprepared for hit would not trigger his sudden death. Hinata, feeble and emptied of chakra just moments prior; she had gotten a sudden boost just as her enslaver awakened and wrecked havoc. "Ino! Where's Ino-... Oh god, where the hell is Tsunade! Fuck, fuck, fuck! This was all a trap! Boruto planned this, that bastard planned it all!"
Sakura wanted to smash the floor in frustration, but she had to ensure her old friend would make it out of this alive. "Sasuke, please stop this!"
Before even hearing his wife finish her sentence, Sasuke had long teleported out, locating traces of the pairs' essence.
"Ino... Please don't have done something stupid!"
Chapter 13: What Lies in the Shadows
Chapter Text
A Week Off...
"Have my baby, or else!"
Boruto was furious, punching a hole through a tree to his right as he towered over his naked, frightened concubine. Hanabi's lips trembled, shaking from soreness from giving her nephew a blowjob just this morning, but especially from fear of how the little boy who had drained her of chakra would use it to break her.
"Boru- M-master... please... I-I'm not trying to... I'm doing the best I can!"
Hanabi could tell no lies. Even without being drugged into submission, she was at the end of the day submissive and 'accepting' of being the lesser wife. She may whimper here and there as Boruto plugged her up with his sticky messes, but she would do as instructed and push the muck in to make sure it gets all up in her. Try as she may to obey her owner, the auntie could not live up to Boruto's expectations. Even after a 1,000 years of insemination jab up her gut by Boruto and his army of shadow clones, Hanabi failed to deliver him an heir.
"I don't care what you say your best is! Give me what I want, or I will have to make you! I knew not using the Aroma Arts scroll on you was a mistake, but he insisted that the curse chakra would be enough to get you filled twice over. Stupid liar!"
Boruto was talking to himself again, and that was when he was at his more terrifying. Sometimes when he did, a horn would grow from his head, a shift that anyone would find grotesque.
"Please please pleeease Boruto! I've been a good girl and done as you've said to- oh no..."
"YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO ADDRESS ME AS MASTER! NOW YOU'VE DONE IT!!!"
Hanabi watched as the boy charged up a swirl in his hand, eyes turned a milky-white that resembled the Hyuuga clan's but more sinister, demonic even.
Hanabi yelped, covering her face with her hands to shield herself from the likely fatal blow. She never even had the chance to say goodbye to her father, nor to her sweet niece. Maybe it was for the better, as she wouldn't want Himawari to have seen her as pathetic as she has become. Though Hinata was an empty husk who existed as a vessel to house the contents of her child's balls, Himawari was a lying lump of humiliation, a person whose destiny ended in tragedy at the hands of the very child of the kid who promised to rid of the shameful future set forth for the Hyuuga. The two female offspring were now effective property to the Uzumaki clan's black sheep. Perhaps it was better to say the sole heiress, as Hanabi now braced for the blow, not the kind she normally dishes out nowadays with tongue, that was likely to pound her face in and end it all. Her misery was to end here, leaving Hinata the last of this cursed bloodline beholden by this monster.
The strike never came.
Hanabi's wince in anticipation faded after not seeing the gates of heaven after 3 seconds, putting down her palms to see that Boruto had stopped inches from her head.
Behind Boruto was his dick's primary caretaker, his first captive, and Hanabi's dearest older sister. Hinata had on her the perpetual smile, eyes pale. The gaze cut through Hanabi, as if telling her everything will be alright if she let her do this.
"Now now, master. Everything will be okay. No need to do that."
Boruto's anger melted away as his sexslave trailed her fingers along his body, feeling all over his hardened torso and chest.
"Be a good master, and leave her be. She's no good for you, and that's okay. I'm yours now. I have your baby, and will always, always, have your babies."
Hinata said seductively, her soft spoken words breathed into her baby's ear. She then started to work her way down the kid's body, reaching at his massive domination stick. With a tug, she felt the real deal, no more clones impaling her left right and center.
"Here, let mommy make you feel better. You don't need poor, sad, little Hanabi over there to do that for you anymore. Use me... and only me..."
Hanabi wanted to cry, sad to see the depths of hell Hinata had embraced to secure her worthless future.
"Nee...Nee-san..."
Boruto had closed his eyes in preparation. His horn was now shrinking back into his head, and the black lines across his body began to fade away. At that, Hinata looked back to her sister.
"It's okay... Your big sister will always protect you."
"Moar.... mmmmmm.... Moaaaar.... Gib me moar cummies babyyy...~~ ♡"
Hanabi could hardly believe what she was witnessing
Hinata's face looked absolutely demented, tongue rolling out as her head swayed to and fro. Hanabi gazed in horror as she witnessed her sister speaking utter nonsense whilst simultaneously being bounced upon two of her nephew's cocks as she jacked off to other clones of Boruto. The poor, sad bride of her son had, from her forehead to her chin, been plastered in a veil of sweat and semen that clung to her supple, white-complexion like makeup. The eyes were visibly teary, a sign that the real Hinata, the one not corrupted by incestuous dick, was somewhere deep inside of her. That, or Hinata Hyuuga was so far gone that she was releasing tears of joy as the Boruto ramming her worn pussy set in motion the act of releasing everywhere deep inside of her.
She couldn't look away.
This wasn't the first time that she had spectated her big sister getting completely railed like this, but never had she seen Hinata this disgraced. Hanabi was also usually more off to the side and getting her back blown out during it, so her eyes tended to be shut as she shouted in a mix of pain and pleasure. Try as she may, the crime scene playing out right in front of her was impossible to steer from. Somehow, someway, she wished she could do something to stop the carnage. Instead, she was likely the culprit of this homicide, being the reason Boruto no longer saw a need to get her swollen like Hinata was becoming. Hanabi could recall this descent into madness like it was yesterday, because it truly was. Some time after rejecting Hanabi's succulent body, Boruo had truly lost it, fully muttering to himself and looking ready to snap at a moment's notice.
The real one, not the clones.
To ease himself from that snap into psychosis, the real one walked forward, previously having been distracted in some talk with himself about a white turtle or whatever. The distraction wasn't going to prevent him from enjoying himself. The teen pressed his firm penis up to Hinata's drooling face. She happily opened-wide, and encouraged her son to clog her windpipe as she proceeded to make slurping sounds and bobbed on the glistening meat. Her throat was visibly engulfed, and Hanabi felt a knot build up in her neck from watching the action unfold. The windpipe was completely blocked off by the elongated tube gliding in and out, causing Hinata to heave and sniff loudly to inhale. Simultaneously, the seductresss was bouncing on the two penetrating her bottom holes sped up, causing the shadow clones to groan as they pulled on her bouncy boobs. Her tits, which had previously been reduced in size as a result of being sucked dry following the nursing of two children, were reinvigorated as her natural instincts to prepare for feeding offspring was encouraged by both the continual suckling at her sacks and the life blossoming beneath her bosom. Her chest was heavy, and it was no surprise why Boruto would love to engage with them during long bouts of intercourse.
He was soon finished with this session, indicated by the tugging of the fair maiden's hair.
Gripping thick tufts, Boruto began to jack around his mother's skull like she owed him money. She got the memo quickly, loosening up and stopping her previous pace to enable her driver to manhandle at his desired speed. The sound of sputtering and gagging was interlaced with the sound of gurgling, spit and saliva likely getting trapped as Boruto pushed his weight around inside of the inviting esophagus. With a hunching of his back, Boruto yanked at the reins he held, shoving the face right up to his crotch and pubes. His legs quaked as he debased the gullet in his swirling seed. As that was all cumming about, his clones were running out of their afforded chakra, and swiftly matched their originator by blasting away at their respective holes. Boruto's progenitor was being triple-stuffed, basting from head to cameltoe in Boruto creampies.
The battered, beaten body wobbled as the pair previously hoisting her into a squatting position flatlined due to lack of energy. Incapable of supporting herself up with just the soles of her feet, Hinata fell over onto the grass as puffs of smoke trailed away. Boruto fell too, his body withstanding any potential injuries from falling thanks to Hinata's head cushioning the impact. Her lips puckered from the impact, but she continued to gulp down the invasive muck. She was truly a vacuum now, tidying up every lost droplet as a dutiful housewife would. His semen was siphoned from the glans, and she shuddered as the heat within her intensified.
"Hina..ta..."
Hanabi's cheeks turned pink. She could no longer see properly her dearest Nee-san. All there was to see were the bottoms of her relatives, their asses facing her way. Hinata's was a more revolting sight, as she could tell where each private region was from the translucent, gooey slop spread all about the entranceways.
"Hi...na...ta!!!"
Hanabi could only cry to herself, naked and afraid.
She could sense from her byakugan the drums of war beating from those unloading balls. Without Hanabi to clean up his last bits of pubescent virility, Hinata would not be left unharmed by the end of the night. The shadow of the spectre who claimed the Hyuuga sisters as his own loomed within the younger one's mind, helpless and hapless.
"Save us... Please... Save me..."
The "Secondary Prisoner of the Accursed Rogue-Ninja" shut her eyes, cupping her ears and curling up into a fetal position so she may drone out the sounds and sights of incestuous flesh on incestuous flesh.
Chapter 14: An Ink to the Past
Chapter Text
"This is as far I am permitted to take you..."
The training staff lady, taken hostage by one of her own bosses, stopped at a darkened corridor.
"Your son is being held within the first room after taking a right. I... I cannot continue forward." Ino looked ahead past her escort, seeing the lit hallway just ahead. "You will come with me, I am ordering you." Ino could tell she was being highly unreasonable, especially during a time like this where being level-headed was top priority. However, she could feel her son was in danger, and she needed to protect him from the threat plaguing Konoha. The woman's fingers trembled, pulling out the keys to the cell.
"I'm sorry, I-I-I can't-"
Ino was not taking it, and pushed the policewoman ahead.
"Lady Ino, please! I need to tend over Shikamaru and Lady Tsunade," the officer beckoned. "N-Now is not the time to be worried about your son. Trust me, you have to listen!"
Ino ignored the pleas and dragged this young kunoichi that she did not even know the name of. "Please, this is not what you should be doing. You have to listen!"
Ino continued across the bend, with the two soon standing infront of the young boy's cell.
"Open the door," Ino ordered. "Open Inojin's room."
The kunoichi gulped, a light tear trickling from her right cheek. Her face turned a puffy red, and she cupped her face where the mark stung harshly.
"Understood..."
...
The sound of metal meeting metal led to a creaking of the old door swaying open. The room was dank and smelled of mildew, lit only by a weak light-bulb and a bit of moonlight from the barred-up windows. This section of the training facility had been left under construction, having been meant to be closed off until further notice. A buzzing of the electricity keeping ventilation circulated whirred as an ambient white-noise.
Therein that room Ino saw, lying on the center of the floor, her only child covered in black: immobile.
"Baby!"
Ino ran over to her seemingly unconscious kid, holding him tightly as the coating around his body spilled onto her. "Inojin! Inojin! Who did this!"
Her boy did not respond. The blackish fluid pooled everywhere, dipping and seeping all over her clothes and limbs.
"Inojin!"
Her fingers were getting dampened, mind racing at the amount of blood that had pooled out. The blackness must mean that these were not fresh wounds; Momoshiki had to have been involved. He had to have attacked her son.
"He couldn't corrupt you... I'm sorry they took you... It's... It's all my fault!"
The blonde beauty began to tear up, holding her 'son' tightly as she laid upon the floor. The substantial amounts of bodily fluid oozed from her limp boy more and more; the thing nestled within her hands getting lighter by the second. She could literally feel the life leak out of the object grapsed in her arms leaking out.
Suddenly, a loud thud was heard from just behind, followed by a series of clunking.
Ino's sniffling weakened, turning around to see the door had been shut. The sound of the key turning, the door locking, and the sound of the hostage lady crying as her footsteps petered off.
"Thank you, Saaya, you truly were most helpful."
Ino felt the body she was caressing began to bubble, before exploding into paint that wrapped around her arms like a sturdy armcuff. Her resistance fields were now completely constricted, wrapped through every nook and cranny.
"Wh-Wh-Wha-"
Ino's body fell to the floor, her bare midriff gripped by a pool of ink from a scroll that she had unknowingly sat upon.
"I'm sorry, Ino Yamanaka."
The voice of her son was heard from beyond a dark corner, doubled up, as if another person was speaking as well.
"But I am afraid, that son of yours who you and Sai raised so very well, was more corruptible than you may have led yourself to believe..."
The figure walked ever so slowly, revealing the shape of the boy she reared. This time, she was facing her son, finally. This time, her son's pale skin was almost sickeningly white, and his eyes creepily blank. This time, his blank face that only did the occasional mild smirks, was now widened into a monstrous grin, accentuated by the horn that began to grow from his skull's side.
Ino understood that it was not long before the paint that spilled upon her, would consume her in darkness as well.
"Inojin! Inojin! INOJIN!"
...
Sloshing sounds echoed across the barren halls of the personal hell of the blonde beauty.
The pale boy had attacked his mother bare, his clothes having been discarded minutes before his plan came into action.
His mother's outfit had been reconfigured to be nonexistent, thanks to his brushing away of the material latched onto his chakra. The entrance into her forbidden tunnel was made easy by using her own techique against her, capturing Ino's mind whilst she was still restrained. For the brief period he possessed his mother's delicious body, he worked to prepare her hole with some fingers, before sliding her down his half-conscious body. During his time prepping for the Chunin exams, he managed to make use of the technique well enough to maintain a functional level of control of his body, even whilst he invaded the internals of his target. Sliding the vaginal opening onto himself, Inojin worked Ino's body up and down the length to prop it up, turning it stiff and primed. Satisfactorily hard, Ino's body was lowered back down, as he made his own body rise up.
With a hand sign, Inojin rebound his mother in his sticky paint, bound his grip around the thick poles known as his mommy's sweet thighs, then proceeded to fully return into his mama’s picturesque body.
"INOJIIINNN!?!"
The young mother shrieked, her insides being dug into, crushed by the weight of her and her husband's creation. Her healing hymen felt like it was going through a 'break-and-enter' in all sorts of criminal ways.
There was no need for any foreplay here; The child of Sai and Ino was far too introverted and isolated in nature, permitting the Otsutski's curse to bleed into him easier. He had no innate headstrong attitude that would allow him to mentally challenge the influence of Momoshiki. This was quite unfortunate for Ino, who had not realized how badly outmatched she was in trying to take him on.
Her failures both as a mother and a ninja made her deserving of her becoming stripped of both her rights as a shinobi, and an unsullied woman.
Inojin knew puppeteering his security guard would be of great use to assuring his rape's success: Momoshiki's power was more than enough of a threat to force that weakling to comply.
Contrary to what his classmates may have thought, Inojin always possessed desires, namely for filial approval, and was just lacking any ambition to commit to anything. His obedient nature and simple, goal-oriented personality made him fit for a one-track mind. Now, with his teenage hormones firing, he was sure to fire heaping loads into his warm target. Ino's skimpy clothing was her greatest weakness. Although approaching her midlife, Lady Ino was still wanting to rock her teenage fit, which made it all the easier to disengage her thin outfit; her sole line of protection from an incestuous thrashing.
She wasn't meant to be wearing such obscene clothing at her age.
Her obscenity and disregard for societal authority made her a justifiable enemy to a corrupted Inojin. He once respected his mother, but here she was, gripped internally by him and his superior strength. The meat around his paintbrush gripped, flexing as it adjusted to the boy’s size. Ino failed to resist the very technique her genetics passed down onto her child; being thoroughly mindbroken enough to become planted atop of her own son. Inojin could see his mother was in need of correction, and deserved to be looked down upon as he painted her insides.
Momoshiki had perfected his craft by his third vessel, and recognized just what exact nerves to pick.
Show no mercy, Inojin. Show your mother you really DO love her.
"Mom, I love you so HARD!" Inojin jammed himself into Ino at the "hard", causing his desired woman to crane her neck and crack it backwards.
"AHHH!"
Ino felt the girth plunging itself, unclogging her vagina of any empty space.She was getting brushed by the tip of her once sweet kid's brush, his bristle gliding along her womb's canvas like he was a maestro at intercourse. He was likely untrained, but Momoshiki had corrupted him, turned him into a tool to spread paint upon her mosaic.
"Fi...F-Fight... it... Inoji...ji-"
"LOVE ME BACK, MOM!"
Inojin plunged once more into his mother, wanting to silence her attempts at pleading towards reason. He was both in control and not in control of his actions; but the overlap between the two rested in his love for his parents. Namely, the who shares his tender name. The one who he was sharing this tender sexual assault with. Ino's tongue rolled back, face turning red from the intensity of the sensation from being brutalized.
"LOVE ME! LOVE ME! LOVE MEEE!"
Inojin, who had been still holding up his mother's thighs to keep her gorgeous legs pointed up to the ceiling, motioned his left grip up to his mother's restricted arms. Ino was breathless, as she felt pressure onto her neck. Her son was choking her in his harsh embrace, both metaphorically and physically.
“ii~dsad~nnnooo~~jkfhdfad~jjjiiinn"
Her voice strained, her eyes rolled up as she struggled to combat the boy’s force. It felt as if he wanted to choke the life out of her, in spite him wickedly seemingly primed to sow life inside of her belly. Before she could feel herself pass out from oxygen loss, she felt his grip dissipate. This momentary peace was short, as Inojin had only given the woman enough time to spit out her saliva, before gripping her cheeks, then assaulting her sopping mouth with his own.
Ino's muffled protests, alongside her highly kissable lips, were all her boy needed to reach his first chakra release. Her face puckered red, turning pink as her pink began to feel a growing warmth.
Like a cannon, the spurts bombarded Ino's silky smooth walls, crumbling them like they were paper tigers. In a crescendo, the ballad held inside of the raper bursted into full bloom. Ino could feel the translucent ink spilling from its owner's container into her own container. Her eyes winced in disgust, tears rolling down her eyes. She could hardly stare back at her "son", if she could even call him that as he thrusted, and blew buckets, and thrusted, and spewed loads, and thrusted again.
She now understood what it had to have been like to be Hinata, to be Temari, to be one of the many who may suffer this very fate she is going through. She, in that very moment, made peace that she lost her beloved son; that the beast wanting to occupy her womb and bring her to near death was not the Inojin she birthed and raised with Sai.
With each pumping, the missionary position the two were locked in caused Ino's hips to sway, her ass cushioning the deep thrusts at the cost of her legs turning numb from being so splayed outwardly. Ino's toes curled instinctively, her nympho-pussy greeting this unwanted sperm with open arms. Inojin's ink began to unravel, his chakra being spent solely to continue the flow of batter into this glorious creampie. Not like it mattered, as the disastrous creaming had not only clogged up her uterus, but her access to her chakra pools. The 3rd monster of Momoshiki's skill with a brush caused his strokes to apply massive pressure to his momwife's core points.
Their lips parted.
Inojin pulled himself out from his birthplace from a bygone era, causing it to ooze out his muck. The paintbrush was dipped in the stuff, begging to stroke itself all over the canvas board. He looked down at his conquest: Ino's face weepy and flushed. Her hands went up to her face, shielding herself from her attacker's gaze. All but her left-eye was covered, her body bunched up and wriggly. With this battle experience, his horn grew, and the eye beside the horn started to warp in color. The flow of deviant chakra fully restored from guzzling Ino's chakra reserves dry akin to how her womb guzzled his potent swimmers.
His cock was stiffened once more, enjoying the look of shame on Ino's face and the way she looked afraid to be fought with again so soon after her loss.
This was to be the next Great Shinobi War, and she was but one of the many MILF casualties.
Ino's hands blocked her vision, her wails echoing out into the abandoned halls of her prison cell, as the person once known as Inojin continued for his 2nd round.
"Inojiii!!! NOOOO!!! Inojiiiiiiiii~!!!"
Although Inojin recognized he was but a mere pawn inside of Momoshiki's grand scheme, he accepted his pitiful role as a motherfucker with joy. He understood that his footprint on this current timeline will be erased once Boruto succeeds in the time-slip, but all that mattered in this very moment, was knowing he will have given his final enemy [Ino's lack of child bearing] his all.
"Take... My... Love... Mom..."
