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Chapter 25: Foxy Rebirth
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The name Namikaze Mito once meant something. The 'spearhead' of the new generation, a new class of hero born from two legendary figures and... the wielder of the Kyuubi's power.
In most circumstances, this all proved to be a lie. Something that most of Konoha was made aware of at this point. And Mito was... in shambles.
Once a smug and confident girl, the many praises that her parents had granted her thorough the years now came hollow to her mind. Gone was the sense of self-confidence that drove her to strut with delight and ambition.
Also gone was the idea her family was strong and perfect.
The Chunin Exam had been a fiasco for the Namikaze household.
Not only this failed invasion had shown how lazy their defenses had grown under her father's guidance, but the discovery that her twin sister was alive, well, and the true jinchuriki of the Nine-Tailed Fox shattered a reputation cultivated through many years of politicking.
The worst of it all was how her mother's visits kept on growing less and less. Her father hadn't even bothered to check on her.
She thought the cause was humiliation, failure. But no, Mito managed to get hold of a mirror after a week of being hospitalized. Her body, surprisingly so, making a tremendous recovery but...
With a price she wasn't sure how to react to.
After all, she now bore a cursed 'mark' in the form of a pair of fox ears on top of her head. Two vibrant red kitsune ears that cemented the death of her humanity, and the birth of... whatever she was now.
Was she a demon? A hybrid? Whatever she was, Mito loathed it. Not because of the ears, but what those forced upon her.
Her privileges? Gone. She was now meant to be hated. Even the once kind nurses had turned into vicious hags that glared at her constantly.
And while Mito was a proud Kunoichi, she didn't have the skin to endure this form of abuse. Here she was, trying her hardest to conjure a solution.
Maybe the reason her dad wasn't visiting was because he was looking for a solution. Same for mom.
But then Mito's curiosity had her look into this matter in a rather effective way.
"Summon!"
A little bit of chakra was all she needed to produce a little toad. Gamako was a bit trashy for a summon, but she was utterly loyal to her and-
"Queen, your foxy ears are cuuuute~!"
And she was a praiser for sure.
"T-Thanks, Ko-chan. But I need help. What are the old perv and dad up to?"
"Oh... they are... well, they are busy. I think," Gamako replied nervously, looking away. "You know, your pops may be losing his job-"
"What?! But he is-"
"They do be working to prevent that but... that ain't why you called for me, right?"
"...No. I want to know if- if they are trying to fix me. Fix... this!"
"I am sorry," Gamako muttered. "I know your mama is even busy with keeping your lil' sis from outright disowning your family. Something about her having a right over the Uzumaki stuff or similar."
"...That is not good."
Not good at all.
Gamako vanished, returning home as Mito was left to her thoughts. What was to do? Did she have something to fix herself?
Natural Chakra? The old perv said something about it being powerful enough to 'stabilize one self', but he had also mentioned it wasn't something she could hope to tap into until she was more mature - older.
No, she couldn't wait for that long. She needed a solution now. Now!
Her whining was met with silence and inaction, which prompted more tears and more crying.
In her own sorrow, Mito's own concepts of life died before her own pain. Her parents, once pillars to her growth, were no longer there in her time of need, and her own knowledge and power hardly mattered in this circumstances.
Her nights were filled with nightmares whenever she could sleep. She could feel everyone's stare of disappointment as Gaara's sand burial crushed her body. Blood and cracks, her entire soul on fire as hot tears welcomed her everytime she was done being tortured.
Two more weeks of this, and she was willing to give up on life entirely.
She was alone, in pain and- and-
"Ara Ara, what a messy child~."
This 'nightmare' proved different than the previous ones. Gone was the pain, gone was the roughness of the sand, gone was the judgment.
All she felt was... warmth. A warm nude body against her own, curves of a woman that teased her by merely being. A bedroom, hardly any light to see the details, but Mito could only enjoy the soft mattress and the plump frame she was pressing against.
She was unsure of what to do, but her nose picked up a mouth-watering smell. She felt her mouth moving by instinct as she placed her lips on a... a nipple.
"Go on, have a fill. Your mommy will keep you safe and happy~."
For some reason the childish escalation had Mito completely enthralled. Gone was her prudish nature as she yearned for the sweet nectar filling her belly. She was leaning on the mysterious woman, her face hidden by shadows but her smile familiar.
To make things worse, the woman's left hand drew to between Mito's legs, reaching down to her special place.
Usually that would have alarmed her, but her body needed release more than it used to.
"I suppose you are hungry here too~."
She whined mid-breastfeeding, shivering as she felt expert fingers play with her lower lips, tapping against them and even rubbing along her innocent entrance. She shuddered, she flinched and yet she couldn't tense up.
Her body desired the touch, wanting more, but only getting just as much as she felt at the moment.
The teasing lasted for endless hours. Her body writhing in bliss and it felt like her mind was being rewritten by love alone.
She had always wondered how sex would have felt - her mom had always told her that she would have landed a handsome and wealthy boyfriend by her reputation alone. Knowing her current predicament, that wasn't going to be the case.
Her groin was wet, multiple releases soaking the mattress and the sheets, with her mind fluttering in hope to never leave this glorious wet dream but... everything had to come to an end.
Mito cried, whined as her mommy retreated but she was given hope.
"Mito, little one, worry not. You will find mommy. I will give you some of my smell and you shall find me," The woman lovingly muttered, lips against her forehead while hands tended to her tense foxy ears. "Tomorrow. Tomorrow you shall join me, and I shall train you. This family... it doesn't have to be truly that broken, doesn't it?"
Mito wasn't sure what part of that last bit meant, but she was delighted as she had a chance to be free from this pain.
The very next day, the Konoha General Hospital's staff would have a collective panic attack as they found Mito's bed empty and her clothes lying folded on it.
A general search was issued for her, but they were unable to move fast enough for a newly-reborn Kitsune to make it to the meeting place.
The fresh wind of that forest near Konoha made Mito shuddered in a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. After all, she found her beloved mommy, the very Kyuubi, waiting and smiling at her as she finally approached her.
"Mommy!"
Kurama smiled as she hugged her newly-claimed child - after all, Jonno may have won a few battles but... she now had her own minion to win the war~.
AN
Them Horny Kitsunes! They are spreading! Still, I had a bit of a tough time trying to plan of Mito's fate. Mind you all, her being a kitsune was going to happen anyway, but the issue was how she would leave her situation.
She is not bound to be redeemed as a person, but she is bound to be 'shaped' in a different entity. The weirdest scenario was her fleeing Konoha and becoming the Empress of the 'West Continent' in reference to that funny trope but... I have other plans for that.
Plus, some readers wanted a 'corrective redemption' so we are going for half-and-half. She is technically getting punished, but she is no longer human and has become Kurama's biological daughter due to the whole Kyuubi chakra gone wacky on her biology.
