Tamamo Vitch Koyanskaya thought herself to be a smart fox(Rabbit). So, after her little ark had been freed from Earth's atmosphere, she had become rather bored and sought to expand the diversity of her world. Still, for that, she needed even more material and also fix up her tails because, damn, the British Losbelt had been a mistake.
(Though her friendship with Murian had not been one)
And so to do that, she had utilized her Independent Manifestation Skill to send out her Alter-Egos.
Koyanskaya of Light and Koyanskaya of Dark out to other universes to collect interesting subjects.
And she was one of those a Koyanskaya of Light who had been sent to this peculiar world of hedonism dystopia, a world with interesting sub-layers and sexual toys. But then she was satisfied with the material she had gathered as they would make a nice baseline for a species that could procreate.
Koyanskaya had run into a problem.
She couldn't leave.
Which… was obviously a bad thing as she had been able to enter this dystopian world with ease but found herself blocked from exiting.
And trying to seek a way to leave was what had put Koyanskaya of Light in her current position.
As a breeding sow for Orcs, as she had been captured by Fulst, the bastard stabbing her in the back during negotiations and restrained her in a tentacle room where Orc after Orc had their way with her.
Impregnating her with their filthy green cocks over and over again. She didn't know how long she had been locked up for as they kept her in a delirious state most of the time and close to empty on magical energy. But she knew that Orc pregnancies were much shorter than normal ones and that she had recently given birth to twenty or so Orc babies and, up until a few seconds ago, was being stimulated by tentacles to keep her aroused for her next mates to come around. Her mind screamed at her to get more Orc cum as she was addicted to the substance.
But then a wave of power had washed over Koyanskaya, and for the first time in a long time, was she of a sound mind.
And with an explosion of energy, she freed herself from her tentacle restraints and collapsed to the ground of her cell, exhausted and feeling like she was about to vanish any second, but her Independent Manifestation kept her from doing so.
And she just laid there to recover, but that was soon interrupted as someone was thrown through the wall of her cell, and she saw that it was a boy.
A boy that was emanating the same power that she had felt earlier, a high-quality demonic power that was emanating from that arm of his and…
Then she heard moaning, and the voice of Fulst speak. "You hear that, boy. That is the fate that now awaits you, to be nothing but a breeding sow instead of a bull, and it is all your fault; you could have had them as your personal harem, but now you will be joining your family in the breeding pens when all is said and done."
"Fuck… you…"
This was her chance.
"Boy, if you wish to make it out of here alive and save your family from a fate worse than death, then make a contract with me." She spoke telepathically into his mind. As he had all the power she needed.
"Sure thing, can't be worse than being a breeding bitch," The boy replied, and she felt it; the Servant-Master contract was established, and she immediately began pulling on the vast well of magical energy that was in his body, the boy losing consciousness in the process.
"No, boy, what did you do?"
"Contract established, Servant Assassin, CEO of NFF, here with today's discount: 100% off on Demon Slaying!" Koyanskaka of Light spoke as she immediately ascended to Kami of Weaponry form with all the excess power she had access to.
Guns materialized in the air, and she opened fire on the tentacles of Fulst, that was in the middle of raping who she presumed to be members of the boy's family.
"Ah, Fulst, it is so nice to finally talk to you after you reneged on our deal," Koyanskaya spoke as her trusted Anti-Material Rifle manifested over her shoulder and fired it blow his right arm from his shoulder.
"Argh you kitsune bitch!" He roared in pain as he clutched his stump.
"Because you owe me a severance package," She said as she took aim at his head. His face was one of fear and-
Koyanskya didn't know what happened.
She had pulled the trigger and then… Fulst was just… gone.
"Tch must have been an emergency teleportation spell or something," She grumbled as she turned her head to look at the recovering women and futanari.
"So he ran away," The redhead grumbled as well.
"Seems so," Koyanskaya replied.
"Well, thank you for your assistance."
"It was nothing; that demon betrayed me, and I simply had to pay him back," Koyanska said as she returned to her base form, though it was pretty clear that her bodysuit now had a lot more cleavage to show due to her expanded bust, her milk dripping from her barely covered nipples. "Though I couldn't have done without that boy."
"Nero!" The orange-haired girl shouted as she ran over to the cambion and picked him up, placing his head on her breasts. "What is wrong with him?"
"Just drained," Koyanskaya said. "We made a contract as I had need of his energy to function. He should just need to rest."
"Are you a spirit?" The older blond woman asked.
"If you ask if I am from otherworld then no," Koyanskaya simply said. "Though I think it is time for us to leave this place."
"Yes, we need a medical checkup and detoxification from so many chemicals," The black-haired one said as her body shuddered. The cock between her legs leaking cum onto the floor.
"I think we can help with that issue, Lady Hinata," A voice spoke, and everyone turned their head to look at who had spoken.
"Fuuma-chan?" They all asked in surprise.
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"Son a bitch!" Fulst roared as he slammed his hand into his desk.
Close.
He had been so close.
Close to obtaining the power of Sparda.
And that hadn't even been the intent.
His soldiers had discovered a retired Taimanin Family and thought they would make for good breeding stock and soldiers then fully mind broken and corrupted.
But then his men had bought with them two extra guests, the half-spirit girl and…
He felt it.
How could he not?
He had encountered it in his past so long ago, when he had been serving under Teutates, the Corpse Lord, before he had switched to serving Edwing Black.
The power of Sparda.
The strongest Demon to have ever lived, he had betrayed the Demon King Mundus.
A Demon who could be called a Devil, unlike the spirits from the Otherworld.
To think that Sparda had actual descendants among humans was truly fascinating, but he could tell it slumbered in the boy called Nero.
Not yet awake, Fulst had thought he could make the boy into his pawn, a Servant of Edwin Black, by using the connections that he had with the Uzumakis.
But that had not come to pass; his idiotic henchmen had aggravated the boy to the point of awakening.
Which had all culminated in him losing precious resources, test subjects, and personnel.
He took a breath.
A setback.
That was what all this was: just a simple setback.
He would recover.
He always did.
Perhaps it was time to contact an old friend of his; Agnus would surely be interested to know that Sparda had a lineage.
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My eyes shot open, and I quickly sat up in a panic as the memories of what happened flooded back into my head and…
I wasn't in that facility anymore; I was actually in a rather western-looking bedroom, laying in what was a very large bed; I think it was called Alaskan King?
A bed that was way too big for me.
It was a bed that multiple people slept in, and the rest of the room was just as big, with what looked like a walk-in closet to the left, an attached bathroom going by the open door, and what I could see inside from my position.
And on the wall was a massive fucking tv with a surround sound set up, a desk on the right with an expensive-looking computer that had three screens attached to it. And a VR headset standing right next to it.
It was basically the kind of bedroom that every kid my age dreamed of having.
Which just further highlighted the question…Where the fuck am I? And what happened?
As this was clearly not the Uzumaki household or the orphanage.
"Well, you are still a thing," I said to myself as I felt up my right hand and looked at the now much duller Devil Bringer. Cementing the fact what had happened, had, in fact, happened. But clearly, I was in a safe space now, which was the only reason I wasn't rushing out to find my family, as they were just as safe as I was.
I assumed.
That was when one of the double doors to the bedroom opened up, and in stepped a white-haired woman with piercing orange eyes who was wearing what clearly looked like a maid uniform.
And then our eyes met, and for a second, it looked like her eyes flashed the color they were as she stared at me, her face slightingly blushing before she seemed to regain her composure.
"Good to see that you are now awake, my Lord," She said as she began walking over to me.
"Me too," I said, "But… where am I and who are you?" I also wanted to know why she was calling me Lord?
"You are currently in the Fuuma Clan's complex located in Kyoto-" Damn, that was basically on the other side of the country. "And I am Tsuru Izumo, your personally assigned maid."
"Why do I have a personal maid?" I asked.
"Because you are my lord," Tsuru answered, which just further confused me.
"Why am I your lord?" I asked.
"That question will be answered soon enough, so please get dressed, as there are many who wish to speak with you," Tsuru stated.
"I guess I shouldn't keep them waiting, huh?" I said as I left the bed,
"Oh my," Tsuru said as she clearly looked at down at my crotch, her face blushing a bit harder now. And I followed her eyes and… saw my normal-looking penis, looking the same as it always had been, small due to not having gone through puberty yet.
"So, clothes?"
"Yes, clothes. They are in the walk-in closet; everything is exactly in a tailored size for you," Tsuru informed, and I raised an eyebrow at that. This Fuuma Clan was definitely going out of the way to treat me well.
It made me wish I actually knew more about Taimanin, as the only Fuuma I had read about was the one guy in one of the gacha games, who I thought was just the character insert. But it seemed that he was actually a more important character than I had thought.
"Thanks, Tsuru," I said as I headed into the closet and saw that it was fucking filled, with drawers and hangers stuffed full of clothing from every corner of the globe; in here, there had to be millions of yens worth of clothing.
They seemed that they wanted to make a good impression as I now had more clothes than most celebrties.
First was the underwear, and by god, it felt like my crotch was cupped by angelic hands as they just fit. How had they procured clothing that now fit me so well?
How long had I been out?
That was probably a question to ask Fuuma Kotarou as he was probably the one in charge as he was the only Fuuma I knew, so he had to be in charge, right?
I assumed so.
The rest of the clothing went on, and it was just as formfitting as I now had a designer t-shirt and shorts on, along with socks and a pair of sneakers as I didn't think formal wear was required at the moment, or else Tsuru would have mentioned the need.
I assumed.
"Fine choice, my Lord," Tsuru said, making my assumption correct. "Please follow me, my Lord."
I nodded, and we exited what was apparently now my bedroom, and from there, we walked down the hallway and down the stairs through the rather Western mansion until we got down to the first floor, where it all became a lot more Japanese-looking with sliding doors.
Until we got to a large set of doors at the back end of the mansion, which Tsuru opened up, which revealed the rather traditional-looking meeting room where everyone was sitting on their knees. Dressed in the same uniform that Tenma had been in, and there were a lot of people here, including the Uzumakis and Orihime, and… was that Jack the Ripper and Chloe?
I blinked at them as they and everyone else stared at me, and I… did their eyes flash as well?
I had thought I might have seen things with Tsuru, but is it happening with all twenty-seven women who were currently looking at me?
Yeah, something was definitely going on.
"Glad to see you up and about, Nero," The woman who looked to be in charge addressed me as she sat right in the middle between the other twenty-six women as Tsuru sat down on an empty mat, with the only other empty one being the one that was directly in front of the woman. She was currently sitting very casually and would be towering over most others if she stood up as she was a muscular Amazonian of a woman dressed in an even skimpier version of the bodysuit the others were wearing, meaning that her muscular body was on full display, and so was the entirety of her cleavage, that her huge breasts were making, her nipples highlighted and emphasized by the tight crop-top part of her suit. With the tightness also emphasized, the outline of the cock was between her legs.
Showing everyone who looked at her that she was a futanari.
"You've been out for a week; your family and friend were starting to worry for you," She said as she motioned to the Uzumakis and Orihime. "So please take a seat; you must have a few questions."
"I do have a few," I answered as I sat down.
"Great," She said as she clapped her hands. "First of all, I am Kotarou Fuuma, acting head of the Fuuma Clan." She said.
And I blinked.
She was Kotarou Fuuma?
I thought Kotarou Fuuma was a guy, or he had been like Boruto, forcefully genderswapped as I could see that she had not returned to being male, same with Tenma? Or just born that way in this weird crossover universe like Naruko?
"And you rescued us from that Fulst guy?" I asked.
"Well, you mostly managed to accomplish that yourself," She said. "Excellent work, by the way, for somebody who freshly woke to his Heritage." Her eyes were on my Devil Bringer.
"Thanks," I replied as I put a hand on the demonic limb. "So now my question is, why the special treatment? Why is Tsuru calling me Lord?"
"Well, that is a bit of a long story," Kotarou began. "You see, the Fuuma Clan was one of the great Taimanin Clans of Gosha Village. But eleven years ago, in 2068, my father decided to lead a revolt against Gosha and the other Clans when the Clan's influence started to lessen, and he feared where it would go."
"But I assume it didn't go well?" I asked.
"No, it did not," A black-haired girl with blue eyes said as she looked down at the Tatami floor.'
"Correct father lost the revolt as many of the sub-clans and main house members disagreed with his decision; it wasn't a majority but enough to make a difference," Kotarou said. "And so he fleed with his life barely intact."
"And what does that have to do with me?" I asked.
"You see, when fleed, Danjo Fuuma declared that his true heir would be the end of them all," Kotarou stated. "That heir being you, Nero."
"…You can't be serious?" I asked.
"Oh, but I am," Kotarou said. "While you were out, we ran a DNA test, and it was a partial match with me and Tokiko over there." She pointed at the girl who had spoken up. "As we are his children, that can only mean you are too one of his children."
"That…" That made no sense. How could I be the son of this Danjo Fuuma guy? I was Nero, and I had the power of Sparda in my veins; that meant Vergil had to be my da-
Unless Vergil was not my dad…
But instead, Vergil was my… mom.
Daughter of Sparda.
Not son.
Fuuuuuckkkkkk. I groaned internally. "Did you know?" I asked Naruko.
"No," She answered. "We only knew that you had Taimanin and Demon blood in you, Nero; we didn't know that until a few days ago."
"Okay," I simply said. "Say that I believe you, then why does that merit my rather royal treatment?"
"Because you are royal," Kotarou said. "As Donjo's stated true heir and not having been disowned from it via being a traitor, you are the only eligible Clan Head of the Fuuma Clan."
"Aren't you in charge?" I asked.
"I am the acting head of the Clan, in charge until you were found, as only a male heir can lead Clan Fuuma." She answered. "I can only be acting head thanks to this." She patted her cock.
"…Why, that is extremely-."
"Sexist?" Another one asked in amusement. And I looked at who had spoken and my eyes with a woman with long brown hair and red eyes, who was giving me a very lustful look… Lady, I was eleven, but I guessed in this world, age was just a number going by changed dick, which was probably hiding a monster in the blue sheath; I just knew.
"Yeah," I answered.
"Well, the world hates women, and there is also magic involved." She said.
"Really?" I asked in all seriousness.
"Yep, a bunch of magical contracts would stop working, and that is what unifies the sub-clans underneath the Fuuma Clan and a bunch of other stuff, like being denied access to our vault." She explained.
"So, for you to do your thing, I need to be Clan Head?" I asked.
"Correct," Kotarou said. "But there are also benefits to it."
"Like what?" I asked.
"Well, besides the obvious luxurious life, you will find that many of us would be happy to help carry out your main duty of securing the future of the Fuuma Clan and strengthing theirs and your bloodline," Kotarou said as she cupped one of her fat breasts. "Including me for the mainline."
And I clearly got the message as images of the objectionably sexy women presented their naked bodies to me, and I felt my crotch actually give a jolt of pleasure at the thought.
"Oh, is somebody interested in that?" Kotarou asked smugly as everyone present blushed as they clearly got what Kotarou was talking about.
"I am," I answered as I could actually feel myself getting erect in my shorts; it was tingling all over, and… it was getting rather tight as I could feel my arousal start to rocket. "But let's continue on with the story of what happened after the failed revolt."
"Well, then the Fuuma Clan lost their standing and became ridiculed, which then led to Igawa Clan heads to try their own takeover, but that failed, as only a minority was in on that, so they came out with their reputation intact, and praised for removing the corruption."
"While us Fuumas were discriminated against and ridiculed," A girl with pink and white hair said as she crossed her arms underneath her huge breasts, and if I had to describe her outfit, she looked like an even sluttier Fate Musashi.
"Aki-chan," I heard Naruko say.
"And it was because of that treatment that our family got fed up and left Gosha Village, retiring from the Taimanin life," Tsunade said.
"But you're in the uniform," I said.
"We had a talk with Fuuma-chan, and we decided to join her Fuuma Organization," Kushina said.
"Fuuma Organization?" I asked.
"It is the organization I created for you or the heir, to be more precise, and as a proper force for good," Kotarou said. "So two years ago, what remained of the Fuuma clan and the Sub-Clans decided to leave as they were tired of the treatment and the corruption of Gosha Village and the Japanese Government, as we found that they sent Taimanin out on dangerous secret missions that resulted in their capture and subsequent abandonment."
"Yeah, my mom vanished almost six years ago, and my sister Yukikaze and her best friend vanished a year ago, and nobody seems to care," Chloe, I assumed it was this universe version of Chloe, said in anger, her body quaking though my eyes were mostly locked on her perky and proportionally large tits.
My dick felt like it was straining against my pants.
"That is why I made the Fuuma Organisation, to help Taimanin like Chloe here, to save other Taimanin, to combat Nomad, resist the UFS, and slay demons for the safety of Humanity, which is why some other Gosha Taimanin have already joined our side," Kotarou said. "So, Nero, do you want to help us as the Clan Head?"
There were really no downsides to this, were there? "I accept."
"Great, we will have the inheritance ceremony tomorrow," Kotarou said. "You can spend the rest of the day mingling with the others and exploring the mansion, and if you need anything, Tsuru or that fox of yours will get it for you."
"Fox of mine?" I asked.
"Oh, she didn't greet you when you woke up?" Kotarou asked. "Well, I guess she is gonna reveal herself sometime later."
I had no clue what she was talking about.
"Well, meeting adjourned; get back to work for those that have things today," Kotarou said.
And at that, most started with leave, with all of them giving me a greeting, thanking me for taking up the position and hoping that we would talk later, and that continued until only the Uzumakis, Orihime, and Tsuru were left in the meeting room.
And not even a second later Orihime went and hugged me. "Oh, Nero, I am so happy that you are okay." She cried.
"Happy to see you too, Orihime and the rest of you," I said as I looked at the family that had helped take care of me for the past six years. "But I guess things couldn't be undone?" I asked as I could feel Orihime's cock-bulge press against me in her sweatpants.
"Yes," She said as she pulled away from me with a, blushing from me.
"These kinds of body modifications are not easily reversed or impossible," Hinata said, though I could actually not see what should be an obvious pair of nuts in that tight bodysuit of hers same with Tsunade. "But with particular… large parts applications of Fujinjusu can be applied to temporarily conceal such things."
"So ninja magic hides dick?" I asked.
"Ninja magic hides dick," Tsunade confirmed.
"So with you only having been given IV drops the entire week you've been sleeping, I can only guess how hungry you are," Kushina said with a smile, while Boruto and Himawari just stayed silent, the two properly feeling very awkward in their changed bodies as I hadn't noticed it before, but Himawari's ass was now on the super thicc side of things, pure cake.
"Yeah, I am pretty hungry," I said. "But toilet first?"
"Allow me to guide you to one of the ground floor ones," Tsuru said as I was guided towards one of the many bathrooms of this massive mansion.
And inside, I pulled down my shorts as the tightness got too much, and instantly, my dick surged to full erectness.
And it was definitely way bigger and no longer human-looking compared to before.
"Well damn…" I simply said.
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