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"Sarada! I don't want to have to hurt you!"
Boruto said, dodging the kunai slashes and blocking the occasional kick with his elbows. The female teen, agitated and unwavering, growled and went on with her flurry of strikes. Hinata had been ordered to stay on the side, only coming in if absolutely necessary. Boruto was adamant on not hurting his best friend, in spite of her clearly being willing to kill him, if it meant defending the village and her people. Then, with a heavy swing of her leg, Sarada managed to land a blow on Boruto's side, before he had the chance to block the hit.
Unprepared, the hit dealt some considerable damage to the boy. Not physical damage, but emotional, as he realized how angered Sarada was.
"Cut your bull, Boruto! You hurt me far earlier than before this!" Sarada, eyes burning red, dug her belt for a throwing star and launched it directly at her target's head. Boruto blocked it with a quickly drawn-out kunai. "Look, I'm sorry Sarada. Trying to stop me won't change the fact I am a fugitive. I want to fix the village."
"I saw the Otsustki's visions, I know what must be done to what had been done."
"You don't get it... Do you... Boruto..." Sarada said, meekly. The boy did not respond, his determined face dropping. "You didn't hurt me because of how you've tried to destroy the Leaf. Well, I mean you ARE hurting me for doing that, fuck you for that... But..."
Sarada's face dampened more with trickling of more tears. "But, asshole, I LIKED you, okay?!" Sarada gripped her kunais tightly. She wiped her face, showing her intensified sharingan. "I LIKE-LIKED you, you miserable, selfish, disgusting perv!"
Boruto stood completely still, his resolve to obtain his goal nearly shaken. Is what I must do, worth ruining what I may havewith Sarada? "Sarada, I..." Boruto wanted to admit he, in many ways, felt the same way to her back in the Academy, but was either naive and/or too much of a coward. Just like Naruto, his cuckdad, was to Hinata, his fertilecow. For once, he felt like he was no more of a loser than his old man.
Just then, a quick shadow moved from behind Boruto, lunging towards Sarada. A loud, feminine shriek was heard as the older woman tackled her. "Boruto, is MY MASTER! MINEEE !" Hinata began to aggressively target Sarada's pressure points, causing her to wince and spew a mixture of blood and saliva as she felt the numbness overcome her. Hinata's breasts flailed around from her mindless assault. She was merciless to Sarada, as Boruto was to her. Her chakra had been restored from her stay at the hospital, and her rejuvenation has made her far outmatch the poor chunin. Sarada small frame slowly began to give out, her chakra having been locked and body succumbing to the hits.
"Mom, NO!"
At Konoha Academy...
"It seems the Anbu are going to reach us within the next 10 minutes... What a drag..." Shikadai had lost contact with the first line of defense, meaning the student stronghold was likely on its last legs in the conflict. He sighed, sitting upon the Hokage's seat, pondering upon his inevitable defeat. He yawned suddenly, exhausted from the long, hard day he had planning this endgame for Boruto.
"Welp, no need to dwell on this. I accounted for us losing," Shikadai laid himself down, arms folded under his head. "If anything, Lord Sixth took longer to get past the buddies below us. Oh yeah, speaking of below..."
"Mom."
Temari, who had been blowing her son-captor, looked up with annoyance on her face. "I promised I wouldn't puppet you anymore, but just this one last time, for me." Temari felt her hands slowly rise up from her baby's thighs. She detested it, trying to swear -but instead gagged helplessly upon the hardened cock- cause immense snarling with a glare. "This... Will be... Quite the..." Shikadai panted, unable to finish his sentence as he strung his mom whilst doing a curl-up on the Hokage's desk. The curling, plus the 'assistance' of her crossed arms behind the skull, forced Temari down to pipe down her forced feeding.
Her eyes bulged, as the bulge softened and let loose strings of cum. She had became accustomed to her son's harsh ways, and made sure to not try and breathe through the nose until the ordeal was over. She learned attempting to inhale would just cause her to flinch, and instead have the bastard's semen clog up her nose and muck it all up. To ensure she swallowed this time, and didn't simply hold it in then spit it back at him when she had the chance, Shikadai marionetted his fingers around his neck to make sure Temari would massage that sticky fluid through her gullet.
"Drink up, it's good for you mom. Just pretend that I'm dad and it'll taste better to you."
Temari rolled her eyes at the attempt at flirtation. Temari, hot-headed as she was, had turned somewhat complicit through Shikadai's dabbling with the forbidden genjutsu. By nature, she would never turn into the cock-hungry mess who obsessed with pleasing that Hinata was rewired to be, nor the pile of nothingness that was befelling of Ino. Still, even as she was being mouth raped, she did not have the fire within to bite down and crush the boy's penis. She didn't have it in her, even if she had nothing to lose at this point. She knew Shikamaru would not be there for her.
No one was.
All she had was herself, her son, his cumming penis, and her own son's thick sperm to keep her cumpany.
With the batch of sticky gunk 'disposed' of, Shikadai was nearly satisfied. He could feel and hear the commotion below, his child soldiers being taken down as the men made their way through. Some probably felt the same lack of fear of defeat as he felt currently, for they had achieved what they wanted with those mothers of theirs. Still, he had a bit of sorrow in his heart, knowing that he was but a mere pawn to the Moon demon's ploy. He also was a tad bit disappointed with how little time he had to 'finish' his game of Go, and by Go, it was Go into Mom's womb and seed it. No more strategizing was left to be done now; Kakashi will bust in before he could bust again...
Shikadai's intellect fired once more, the tactician within him unlocking itself. He checked the time once more.
Ahead of schedule, this just might work.
As son of Shikamaru Nara, he had what it took to both support Boruto, and his own wishes. Like father, like son, they weren't fully beholden to their Uzumaki leaders. The boy looked down to his crotch, pleased to see the stimuli would not end just yet. Temari, who was resting her head upon the right thigh as she suckled on the flaccid dick like a pacifier, was surprised to feel the soft object leave her mouth, and for her body to be hoisted up.
"Lie down here for a second, mom. I need to make a 'call'." Shikadai grabbed the control panel to the announcement system previously on the desk, flicking it on and releasing a sharp tone throughout the school. "May I have your attention please. I have an important announcement to make: stop the needless fighting immediately," Shikadai cleared his throat, him feeling quite parched from a lack of water, "the rogue shinobi that is being fought over, Boruto Uzumaki, is actually in another castle. If you do not leave us boys alone this instant, then Boruto will have already succeeded in his goal."
Shikadai paused for a brief moment, rubbing his exhausted mother's stomach to admire her toned body. Rubbing her lower region, the boy caused his mom to move her legs around erratically, giving him room to adjust his cock to be in striking distance. Putting the box down, he rubbed his cock at the entrance, prepping it for another round.
"Time is running out," Shikadai, now erect once more, went inside of Temari once more, causing her to squeal in pain and arousal aloud across the speakers. "And I *slap* suggest you *slap* run along to *slap* the,"
Shikadai bit his lower lip, his thrusts becoming heavier and rougher. He could hear the sloshing and squishing of their juices reverb from the halls outside, a signal that his message will get through. He recalled what Boruto had told him; the artifact he had uncovered through the knowledge of the Otsutsuki that could reverse time. The artifact which, if this gambit in giving current Shikadai time to unload was to succeed, would bring about a new world. Temari's body jerked up and down, the ramming causing her lovely chest to wobble.
"The..."
Shikadai took hold of Temari's leg, raising it up as a way to get closer to the woman's smooth interior. He put his free hand into her mouth, forcing her to suckle on his thumb. This turned Temari's face bright pink, groaning as the finger lodged itself snuggly, and the son-dick aggressively. Temari could feel the Aroma Arts eating away at her insides, in spite of how much spunk was filling in at her insides.
"You will be mine. My Mother, my Lover." Shikadai said beneath his breath. With a few more tugs at her warm internals, Shikadai buckled, and Temari's moans could be heard across the building. Her loud shouts of pain from her intense reimpregnations droned out the battling, and perhaps, his words.
"Leaf's Archaeological Research Institute"
"One of you, tell us where Boruto is... NOW!"
Hospital staff had appeared in droves, carrying out incapacitated and properly defiled women on stretchers for immediate care. Out on fields outside Konoha Academy were now the over a hundred cursed students in rows of 10; hands tied behind their backs, kneeling, facing down to the floor, and left naked as they had been captured to freeze in the cold night. Kakashi and the Anbu stood in a perimeter around their detained criminals. Although the use of lethal force was heavily dissuaded, these momrapers, ranging from as young as 12 to no more than 17, some of whose wills were too weak to prevent their entire being becoming consumed by Momoshiki, had to be disposed of with mild dismay.
Still, none of these devotees to this incestual coup spoke.
Wood-style Jonin squeezed the cuffs tighter around the prisoners' wrists, the feet binds near-crushing some of the Genin and Chunin who had committed treason. The lesser ninjas yelped in pain, feeling a fraction of the crushing of their insides their captured Mothers had faced while being ganged on and inseminated.
I don't have time to be interrogating children. Whatever Boruto's endgame was to leave this as a distraction, it cannot continue...
Kakashi recognized another problem in this interrogation: a vast majority of these who had just been curse marked likely had no significant role in Momoshiki/Boruto's plan. Some of them here did not even have records of them in the school, suggesting Momoshiki was using non-ninja combatants in his ruse. Civilian women had been abducted and probed in a sick game played to satisfy the Otsutsuki spirit.
"There's no use finding him, Lord Sixth," Shikadai said, yawning with a tinge of a smile peaking through his lips. "You took too long."
Kakashi did not respond, only looking over to the row roughly where Shikadai was beginning his little monologue.
"Maybe if you all had my genius dad around, you would have had a tactician on-hand that may have gotten you to him just in time, before time truly slips out of your hands." The few who knew of Boruto's heist giggled at the tongue-in-cheek remark. The chatter enraged an Anbu member enough to kick down one of the boys, a small act given how these kids were terrorist who infiltrated the defacto government building.
The footsteps of the paramedics and medical teams were drowned out by an inner ringing to the elite shinobi. Surely, this mission would not end a failure like with Rin and Obito?
"I wouldn't waste time babysitting us. I doubt any of us have the chakra left in us to resist... I'm sure some of you can relate to how demanding it is to be at 'it' all night long!"
Mothers of all ages, some not even yet 30, were wheeled away with bitemarks on their breasts, and reddish-swelling on their inner thighs and ass.
"I think I have played my role well enough as the strategist," Shikadai said with a feeling of triumph and self-pride, "He'll be with this weird turtle somewhere you guys left unguarded. Why may I say this? Well, unless one of you here can warp over, Boruto should be in the process of rewriting these events as. I. Speak."