A Battle Won
Disclaimer: Naruto and all its characters are Masashi Kishimoto's legal property. I'm not making any money off this story; however, all the Original Characters, Original Plot-lines, and Original Themes are my own.
Warning: Morbid Content.
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Battle colours, wanton, lay tucked away beneath the sands. Sweltering heat enveloped them all, brows wet with toiling sweat. Smog lifted from the corpses, and a warrior rose mighty, looming over them all, an enraged Kami.
Behind its back, lightning sparked, cracked. It stood tall, arms sturdy and legs poised to strike them down, judge them here and now. It took one step and earth groaned and creaked and moaned, let out sounds sorrowful. Mountains shuddered, backs shivered, sweat slid down the bodies . . . what a monstrous warrior!
On a night like this, standing in the light that billowed out from ripened moon and wind that rushed from high tides, it was a beast . . . of omen—a tall shadow stood, menacing, towering, threatening. They all cowered, little insects skittering across sands undulating to seek refuge, but there was none! It was here to annihilate, end this war once and for all.
One more step and tremors shook their bones and fleshes. Men screamed, bodies trapped underneath its shadow's mass. Moon was gone, hiding behind the chaos that filled up the translucent structure, blue pulsing in its veins, cool as insistent fires.
Its mechanical hand moved, sinews thick as lush spring trees, and grabbed hold of the sword on its back. Flame burnt tall on its ornamented pommel, mightier than the fire that burnt in their breasts. It would consume them, lay waste to their forms and dreams, and bleed them here good for all eyes to see. The Kages were outmatched—they never stood a chance!
They saw their coming demise in the colossus's Kami-caressed eyes—a gaze most deathly greeted them. It cared not for their weak hearts and weaker wills. Good and messy would be their deaths; harrowing and formless, their bodies. Everything would be buried into the earth's deep—eternity for all times.
"We h-have to . . . " Hinata stuttered and trailed off into dead silence, her Byakugan looking through the gauzy trousers and fine ripples in the ethereal garment. Something was twitching there, growing, struggling to come out. With a godly shudder, a mountain-sized bulge appeared inside the pants and strained the seams there . . . very dangerously.
Threads flew out from the place where a fly should have been—the style of the pants was ancient—and floated down towards their heads (some, light as dove's feathers, went away with the winds!).
"Something's coming!" Sakura screamed, and the Kages that cowered like whipped dogs tumbled back. Alas, it was a little late for any swift actions.
It sprang out, mightier than Kami's spear, and the flowing pants slid down to the warrior's ankles in a crumpled heap. The plump head had just a little pearl of a warrior's arousal. Madara gave a slow shake of his head—the battle's heat had roused a desire from him. In his life, he sated it with women: tonight, his Susanoo was more honest than he!
And the cock rose up, rosed about the head; up and up it went, as though reaching for stars, wearing thick airy veins on the flesh—ridges and bumps like temple's stone-roads. It was huge—godly! It shook and shuddered the way his own did for a cunt in the past. The crowd by its feet screamed; they stood in terror of his cock—his terrorising cock!
"Dear Sage, save us!" Onoki yelled, voice hoarse and aged, hiding such envy. He needed a little help from his son to urinate these days. If only he had one of these . . .
Then, from the colossus's steamed core, Madara drew something back, and heat from the cock—still sniffing the air for completion—vanished. Veins shrunk and its head stalled like a bird—quite suddenly. The limp thing flopped down, and its shadow grew bigger and bigger and bigger still . . . till the whole wide world was black as a Kage's proverbial ancient hole, a place stuffed up with musty fascist dreams.
The hefty warrior's muscled-legs sagged, as if taken by surprise, an intrusion from his master. It slumped down onto his knees, and the cock fell down on Men running with all their might to get out of its shadow. Too late—too late!
A loud thud, which rent asunder two mountains and sent flying their peaks into the air, went crashing through the dark, dirt, dust. The cock fell straight onto the Kages and their shinobi and ground them into dust. Onoki did not even get a chance to feel a creaky pain throb in his hip, softly . . . ashes to ashes; dust to dust; cock and balls to crush them all.
The warrior sat still, and its mountain-sized softening winkle lay there, in the trench it had dug with the force of the impact, for some moments till Madara's annoyance became apparent on his Edo-Tensai mapped countenance. He commanded the giant to rise and so it did: rising back up to the robust feet, it drew the cock into its big hand; pumped it once to luxuriate in the texture made smoother and creamier due to shinobi-martyrdom brought about by Will of Fire posturing; dragged up the slime made from flesh, bone, and hair with its hand's languid motions.
Naruto bawled on the hill-top and reeled off many names: Sakura, Hinata, and Hanabi; Kages, Kakashi, and Gai; so many men . . . dead and turned into a stinky, smelly, and gooey mush beneath—for the lack of the better word—Perfect Susanoo's cock! Kami save them . . . Sasuke looked on.
The ancient Uchiha patriarch had mopped up the mess all right and left Sasuke that much closer to his goal. The fool! A smirk disturbed his cool features. Jūgo just stood there by Sasuke's side, with a placid expression. "Perfect Susanoo sure is mighty," he said in a whisper-like tone and petted the birds sitting inside his pockets.
At last, after all the deeds were surely done, Perfect Susanoo gave the titanic-prick a little jerk and sent a shower of shinobi pieces flying towards the screaming crowd below . . . what was left of the poor jism-showered souls. Then it bent down and pulled up the pants and tied the knot. Madara was not too worried about his dignity. After all, if you saw it once, you never lived to tell the tale!
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The End