The Ninja World was a place of deceit, backstabbing, and hardship. Great Wars had fought in the name of 'peace and order', but the peace would rarely ever last. In a world of perpetual conflict and bloodshed, a long of peace and prosperity would have been completely unheard of if such an ideal society was to be brought up any time before this New Generation. The threat of a greater adversary has long forgotten, and many of the lost heroes are revered for their service to protecting this long lasting era of mutual respect across all the . Today, we are here to honor those who gave their life away for not just Konoha, but of humanity!
Yaaaawn.
"Geez, we get it," Bolt said, stretched out on the couch, thoroughly relaxed whilst pent up.
"The people of the past were so much 'better' and 'cooler' and 'amazinger' and 'blah blah blah'." Bolt, with his grip firmly on his mother's hair, pumped her head up and down, bobbing her sweet lips on his morning wood. "At least there's no school today, so there's that to be happy about. Oh, speaking of that..." Bolt sat straight up, his penis swiveling and turning counter clockwise around the soothing tongue of his conquered lady. Hinata's tongue worked wonders around his dick, her sucking becoming quite potent after much training.
"It's that time of the day again, Mom. Open wide!"
Hinata felt her cruel master tug at her blue locks with both of his fists, yanking her and firmly lodging his rockhard cock in a good spot to feel the blowie. She was to be delivered her salty surprise of a breakfast; a 'special' tradition in this household for the past 8 months or so. Bolt had forbid her from eating 'normal' meals to start the day, only permitting this protein booster to get her up and running. She has long since become a stay-at-home mom, staying at home doing nothing but feeding her boy good meals, and being fed by her boy's awfully large loads. It cut down on costs, and kept both of them fed, somewhat.
Not like the mother, whom was a week off from her due date, could stop this mistreatment.
The motherslave's jaw locked; mouth engaged as the salty cream bursted from the leaky pipe. Hinata, not being able to spare any 'calories' as part of this cursed diet, guzzled the glue-like junk filling her throat. The potent semen was chock full of her good cooking, so she could at least compliment herself in how edible the sperm felt. Soon, the swimmers will fill her belly, keeping her at least fed until lunch where she may eat a more proper meal. Her belly was long filled with cum, along with her next rape baby forced by the boy. Her stomach bump was a telltale sign that she wasn't in control of the house any longer. Someway, somehow, Bolt already had a name for his little sister. Amaterasu was a cruel diviner, and Hinata took every gulped with disgust on her face.
That's not to say Lady Hyuga was in a position to bargain.
Freed from Bolt's grasp, Hinata moved her head off the shaft's head, so as to give herself something to inhale that wasn't just leftovers from Bolt's meal. Then, satisfied with her breathes, plunged back down to drink up the last drips. Hinata licked dry her baby, eyes filled with both hatred and acceptance. The mother needed every little bit of her routine meal ingested for her two mouths. She looked up at her firstborn, eyes pink from hatred at what he makes her do. Bolt just smirked, bending over to smack her bare ass, causing it to jiggle and ripple up to her swollen stomach.
He loved the proportion changes that came about following their first skirmish. Having successfully defeated the shinobi infront of him, Bolt was proud at how well she mastered the pregnancy Taijutsu. He loved her chest; their fullness a result of being a well bred mother, which gets enriched by her new meal plan supplementing their development. Hinata's breasts swayed, not bound by any unnecessary clothing. Bolt banned her from covering up, as any attempts to be clothed was met with being covered in a binding jutsu, before being rammed thoroughly until she begged for forgiveness.
Bolt could do as he pleased, live as he pleased, and treat his mom as he pleased.
Hinata was displeased, but it wasn't like this teen was ever going to listen to her pleas.
"Remember, Mom," Bolt said, enjoying the soothing licks on his tip. "the doctor said that Himawari would be coming out any day now, so you need to be a good little slut and eat nice and well."
Hinata didn't look up, finishing her breakfast with shame written all over.
"Awww, don't look at me like that. Are you hungry? Is my Mama hungry?" He said, mocking her. Bolt had learned the way to cracking Hinata, was to break her spirit. It was not a hard task, given her once naturally shy and introverted personality prior to losing the one love of her life. Hinata may be strong, but she is very weak willed.
"I'll be nice," Bolt shook a can of whipcream that he hid on Naruto's couch. "Mommy should be nice and full after this..."
With a sigh, Hinata looked up at her boy. She saw his face, the face that was like her Naruto's, but twisted with evil eyes.
"Thank you... Boruto..."
A shockwave of embarassment and fear fried her neurons at having called her owner by his 'dead' name. Her silver eyes widened, but with no byakugan to speak of.
"S-s-sorry... M-Master..." Hinata said, wimpily putting her head down and biting her lower lip to hold back a bark.
The young mother's face was now eye level to the freshly suckled cock; the head glistened by her saliva, firmness designed specially for her.
"Don't mention, it, you deserve this."
Hinata, swallowing her pride and the last ounces of jizz in her mouth, looked straight ahead to devour the cream resting on this monster's monster cock. As if he had the nine tail's chakra, he sprung up with ease, ready to be satisfied once more by his beloved momslave. She wasn't let off the hook so easily, not with a boy who loved his mother so much. The motherfucker named Boruto having fucked himself into her. By dinner, Bolt had successfully 'fed' Hinata to the point the line between pet and lover was all but blurred. If he wasn't so careful as to make sure Himawari wasn't harmed, he would have shadow cloned and rammed the life out of his white-eyes wife. His placating of Hinata was easy, her being nothing but a wallflower once her walls were torn down... Figuratively and metaphorically. He needed no erotic genjutsus to captivate her this time, as she had never experienced the love of a good man in this timeline.
Hinata was all his. The mother who reared him, who raised him, was completely his to raise a sister with. There will be years of trouble and hardship to overcome in the name of 'love'... And, maybe someday, she will learn to 'love' him back, in her own, master-to-servant sort of fashion.
Hinata was only human, after all. All people have their breaking points, and both her broken hymen and willingness to fight back were signs of her becoming the trophy wife worthy of a golden-haired Uzumaki.
Hinata, now satiated with a sweet treat following the salty main course, was to satisfy her dearest child in return. She was not forgiven for calling him Boruto. She knew the consequences, as she has felt before from when she pulled "Boruto Uzumaki" out of class for a sick leave.
Hinata began to turn her body over, backing herself onto her son's cock, so as he may receive his fill during his week off. She was a shadow of her former self, and was unlike the wife of Naruto she was destined to be.
Hinata was not the cold, icey self she had been for the first decade of being a widowed mother. Now, she was a fragile, broken woman who finds solace praying her next child will express more of that Naruto DNA that she could raise with care, without requiring pussy care.
Hinata's insides squeezed onto her baby's craving cock, and she bit her lip, feeling the pain creepily ease itself into pleasure, so as to be accepting of the rape as opposed to being subjected to endless pain granted by her unusual position as a mommy servant.
Hinata was malleable, breakable... just like her warm and soft insides through the ramming of Bolt's well-crafted penis. She will treat her boy 'right', and be everything that a mother 'should' be and more. Definitely more, if Bolt's continued warpath on Hinata's wet body was any indication of the direction their mom-son relationship was heading.
Hinata's hips wobbled, pussy pierced and speared by her own creation; her pregnant body finding itself confused as to why she was being degraded so when a daughter was to be arriving any day to be greeted by the eyes of her sorry-state-of-a-mother and motherfucker-of-a-father.
Bolt Hyuga was to treat this family the right way, one time-slipped clit at a time.
Believe it.
"Believe It!"
Naruto didn't know when or why he was brought back to this dreamlike state. The last memory he had, was successfully stopping Sasuke from subjugating the world by attaining the tailed beasts' chakras. He had, once again, succeeded in bringing peace to the Ninja world. But now here he was, back in his black t-shirt, the trademark-yellow jumpsuit lying on the floor by his bed. Naruto, long accustomed to his height following many years of travel, receded to a point prior to his growth spurt along his journey with Jiraiya-sensei. Here, in this second chance at life, he was back.
But things were different this time.
I can tell just from the way you are approaching me, that there is more to you than meets the eye.
The dark, shadowy figure behind the sealed gate growled, leaking pools of red fluid across the endless void. The atmosphere of this space was oddly nostalgic, if not a bit frightening to Naruto, who for much of his life had to deal with a greater inner conflict.
Ever since you have become 12, you have been approaching me, leeching me, of my tremendous power. A boy of your stature daring to approach me is bold- if not for it being completely moronic.
The voice boomed, with the breathing of the behemoth echoing as the beast stared back at Naruto with a singular eye.
"I can beat up those in need of a beating without getting any closer," Naruto said with a smirk, enjoying the banter with this more antagonistic Kurama. Naruto could really feel the fox's desire to crush him with those room-sized fangs. "Besides, you may not believe me, but trust me; we don't have to be getting at each other's throats... but literally as I'm not sure I can deal with you trying to eat me!" The boy prodigy began shaking his hands, as his face widened and a giant sweatdrop developed.
So why then, must you be a pain in my ass with this constant need to come at me in my prison, just to poke me? It should be obvious why you have so few friends, arrogant boy.
Naruto stomped his foot, and was ready to peel off the seal, but cooled himself off to recompose himself.
"Kurama, I need you to follow me on this. I kinda don't want you trapped in here as much as you don't want to be trapped in here. If we meet somewhere in the middle, then we maybe can split things down the line and see eye-to-eye!" The beast yelled, either out of anger or shock.
You dare talk about splitting things in the middle, when it was your father who split me and left me to both babysit and be babysit by a yellow-haired baby!
The floor rumbled, water rippling and sloshing as chakra began to flow.
"Woah! Easy!? I promise we have a solution, you just need to promise me that you trust me. I might not look it, but I'm more than just a 12 year old with a dog in him."
Naruto sighed. In front of him, was the orange fox that was what would either make or break him in this timeline. And, with all his knowledge and memories of the dangers that were to come to Konoha, he needed whatever shot he had to ensure he was better prepared this time around. Now, he could review in hindsight how much his father had sacrificed for him, a man he wasn't told much about until the very end. And, with the advantage of hindsight, he could do better to not just friends, but family.
And family in the true sense.
As unlike the reality in which he was swept away from, Kushina Uzumaki was still his living, breathing mother. He was to do what he can to allow this timeline and his mother he never had to enjoy a more prosperous future from his past... At least, if this bastard of a tailed beast was to be willing.
I don't know what you're thinking, Brat, but I can see this being quite interesting...