Naruto's Rise

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. This is a free work of fiction; however, all the Original Characters, Original Plot-lines, and Original Themes are my own.

Warning: Language, Violence, and Morbid Content. Reader Discretion is advised.

Chapter One

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Naruto was the child of prophecy

He would beat them all, you would see

I'll show that rival Uchiha, he said

Right there wanking in his soiled bed

So the average fan-fiction Wanker grabbed a pen

And promptly he disappeared into his Weeaboo-Den

Now how to make Naruto shine?

With no less than trollops nine

Grabbed his little cock with one hand he did

To defeat the Uchiha he made a desperate bid

They always stole the show

It was Kishimoto's new low

His fingers moved on the keyboard with finesse

And he did not forget to wear his Naruto-cosplay dress

As he wrote about the waifus, his hand got clammy

With friction hot, he did a double-whammy

The demon spoke to his idol and called him kit

He forgot to add some good savvy bit

With diligence he adorned the women with such big breasts

Conquered them, cunt and mind, he was truly blest

It turned out that he was the son of Madara

God-damned he forgot to add another Sarah

And out came the red eye from Naruto's anus

That made dear kit no less brainless

And nine inches thick his cock grew

Twitching and shuddering is what the author brew

And he just dragged more myth out of his butt

It's the truth, no need to give yourself . . . that cut

But then the fan paused whilst writing

His brow frowned and he vowed he would go down fighting

So he floundered to his little throne

He had to create another kit's clone

More troubles in his mind caused his stomach to hurt

But he managed to eject only a thin brown squirt

It probably had something to do with that cold Pepsi

But it mattered not for he would make the girls more sexy

So he sat in silence on his potty-stool

Thinking of new ways to make Naruto so cool

His Naruto did not know how to quit

Albeit he knew the kit was just a little twit

And another broad appeared in the Harem with a pop

He really did not know when to stop

Even the random guy in London eating polo

Said that Sasuke, indeed, did solo

Itachi said his brother has swag

There is no need for us fans to brag

Said that his haters are just mad

And the wankers' clever comebacks were always sad

He should have known to drop down and roll over

But he never had the luck of a four-leaf clover

The Sharingan did not let Naruto drop the soap

We all know that that was an average Wanker's hope

To take a peek at that Uchiha's fine arse

The poor Wanker was just terrible at this sass

So he strove to not give up hope

As a projecting Incel, he could only rope or cope

And he chose to create a nice Lolita

Her tits were cushier than the other senorita

She roamed round Naruto like a slobbering little git

And the wanker got his jollies off as she would be a tight fit

He conceived that the Rinnegan was his

Sadly, he never quite learnt how to read Viz

So he dropped a smelly one with a splash

Naruto, in his fiction, will travel like the Yellow Flash

He would get beaten by angry mobs

Thinking that, he let out a few girly sobs

His poor idol had faced such tragedy

Feeling love for him was like the pull of gravity

His love for Kit knew no bounds

Then he touched his tits and noticed that he had gained few pounds

They felt fleshy in his big, big hands

He smiled, thinking, just like Hinata's dolls from those brands

And he wiped his arse clean

Knowing that he had tons of information to glean

Then he rushed back and sat before his large computer screen

Feeling anti-itch cream splosh out from between his gargantuan buttocks' seam

He ignored it for he knew he had a mission to complete

And his poor loins still shuddered with heat

He was aware that he was one of the real-life Shadow-Clones

Kenchi was no different and was one of the numerous drones

Grammar and prose mattered little

They were worth less than a zealot Wanker's spittle

Hah, he thought, Sasuke-Wankers think my tears are delicious

But what matters is that Naruto Wankers' goals are truly ambitious

We want the world to know that the blond kit is so relatable

For an average social-loser, he is truly compatible

I ask of all Kit's Wankers to believe in just us

And if they penned masterpieces like this, it would be another plus

So kit set out with his large harem in tow

He would give the Uchiha-Slayer another big blow

Hinata would love Naruto from the start

And that big-titted bimbo made him let out a noisy fart

His creative juices started flowing

And he would make the kit truly all-knowing

All the harlots will hop on his cock

Kit would not need to, like him, stuff his knickers with a sock

He would conquer pussy from Naruto, DxD, and Fairy-Tail, too

And then they would all gather together just to screw

No arse shall be left un-spread

If he did not write this, it would only mount his dread

For he was a truly sad and lonely boy

Typing about projections made his willy stand to fit that Hinata toy

So he typed on like a good soldier

With each scene he grew bolder

The bad Uchihas knew real defeat

By Kit's hands, they had grit and dirt to eat

Poor Itachi loved Naruto like no other

Sasuke was just a terrible brother

He thought Sasuke was a little menace

And he added more emotion into that sentence

The passive messiah butchered children with Naruto this time

Uchiha had committed such a great crime

They would know about Will of Fire

How dare they draw an angry-Wanker's ire?

And Itachi beat up Sasuke with Naruto's help

He had to drive sense into the little whelp

And when death came he granted Naruto his eyes

Heat-felt tales were exchanged amidst the Incel's cries

So the tale slowly came to an end

And the whole thing became a tumorous trend

Waifus smelt Kits's rising cock from a mile away

Said that it held their hearts in such sway

They gushed love juices from between their thighs

And tears appeared in their big, big eyes

So happy the author was that he wanked some more

Smiling that he would add, into Kit's harem, another whore

And Kit travelled and went to Naruto-Verse and beyond

Till there was no orifice left to mount for the blond

Cum flowed thick from their holes

And he created, on his profile, three more polls

That which tramp would suit our very likeable hero

No realms should produce the results zero

So all the Shadow-Clones responded with relish

They gave suggestions to make Sasuke so, so jealous

That Kit should get the good and fine ones

And nothing should be left behind but the sons

For they had to be gender-bent

Else they would not be able to pitch a tent

So he wrote and wrote till he was tired

He knew he would be greatly admired

With the last word, he shut off the computer

He had already oiled the Hinata doll's cooter

So he laid down and hugged his pillow

Dreaming that he had made the Lolita's skirt billow

Then he filled the plastic cunt with all his might

For it was still as good as tight

And days went by and he fought such a mighty battle

As all other fandoms were just filled with cattle

He knew his mission was true

Just like his un-flushable doo-doo

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