This choice: A big, nine-tailed fox that looked frighteningly hungry • Go Back...Chapter #18A big, nine-tailed fox that looked frighteningl... by: EvilFuzzy9   Nine long tails swayed languidly through the air behind a lean, yet monstrous bulk. Slitted, blood red eyes stared piercingly out from the large, leering face of an enormous, fox-like creature. The slightly tapered, canine snout of this creature was curled into a darkly mirthful sneer. Its fur was a deep, ruddy orange, and it moved like the flickering of flames across the beast's visibly rippling musculature.
Sasuke was frozen in uncomprehending terror, beholding this monster. Great, furred hands with fingers that tapered down into claws like spears were splayed across the wooden plank surface of the bridge. The fearsome talons gouged deep, ominous grooves into the stout, oaken boards as this fox-like thing slowly and purposefully shifted its considerable bulk, drawing itself a little bit nearer to the Last Uchiha.
Even on all fours, this creature stood high above him. It was tremendous, the size of three and a half oxen, at least, in terms of sheer mass. The bridge groaned dolefully beneath this thing's great weight, and the movements of its tails stirred up a not inconsiderable wind that groped at Sasuke's hair and his clothes, blowing at them chaotically, randomly as it continually changed direction with the ever subtly shifting motions of its tails'.
"Wha... What the hell...?" murmured Sasuke fearfully, trembling fiercely from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. "Sa... Sakura...? Naruto...?"
He cast an anxious glance around at his surroundings, looking for his teammates. He couldn't even begin to fathom where this monster had come from, and even as ominously and strangely as the Uzumaki and young Miss Haruno had been behaving, their company was still infinitely preferable to that of this vulpine monstrosity.
At the very least, those two, as far as Sasuke knew, wouldn't be particularly inclined or able to devour him whole and shit out his bones.
The young Uchiha edged himself slowly, cautiously away from this enormous youko as he scanned the bridge frantically for his teammates. But it wasn't until he chanced a glance between this beasts hind-legs that he actually spotted one of them.
And Sasuke stared in absently horrified disbelief at what he saw. Sakura – or at least he assumed that was who this tall, mature, voluptuous cherry blossom-haired woman was – was moaning shameless, perversely, pressing an unbelievably curvaceous tightly against the massive, throbbing, human-like cock of this monstrous kitsune.
"Ohhh, master," she lewdly moaned, rubbing breasts larger than record-making watermelons up and down and back and forth across the pulsing, blue-veined, naked shaft of the gigantic penis. "You're so big... so sexy... oh, I love you so much..."
She craned her neck forward to sloppily and wetly kiss the nigh demonic-looking dick for several long, passionate seconds, wiggling a generous, creamy ass like two large, bouncy, skin-colored beach balls surgically grafted onto the woman's tailbone. The delicious, kissable flesh of those huge, soft, doughy buttocks wobbled and jiggled in a way that was almost criminally erotic as the woman delightfully waggled her generous booty.
In spite of himself, Sasuke felt the crotch of his trousers get uncomfortably tight.
"Sakura?" he murmured in disbelief. "Is... is that you?"
"Mmmmmmm?" the voluptuous pinkette paused in her gratuitous frenching of this monster's dick to glance coldly over her shoulder at the Uchiha. "Naruto-sama hasn't taken you, yet?"
Sasuke blinked. He almost felt like breaking down into hysterical laughter. Naruto-sama? This was too fucking surreal.
The horror of his situation, perhaps, was starting to crack the lone wolf's mind. That and just how utterly unbelievable and impossible it was. There was no way this could actually be happening. It had to be some kind of bizarre fever dream induced by some manner of spontaneously degenerative madness.
"Who the fuck is Naruto-sama?" he asked crudely, almost wildly. His skin was chalk white and clammy. He felt like ice, and he was shivering like a pirate's timbers.
Sakura scoffed, even as she continued to lewdly dry hump that brobdignagian dick that was quite a bit bigger than her entire body.
"He is Master," she said coolly to Sasuke, yet her words also carried an undertone of borderline religious reverence for the subject of which she spoke. "Naruto-sama is Naruto-sama. You should know perfectly well who he is."
A shiver ran down Sasuke's spine, and even as he felt his cock furiously throbbing at everything about this situation and the scene before him, he tore his glance from Sakura's ball-droppingly gorgeous body to look up into the eyes of this gigantic fox, which towered over him, so completely dwarfing him. It had to be the size of an elephant, at least.
He took in, half against his will, the pervasive scent of this creature. Not the musk of its arousal, the scent of its incomparably masculine sex. Nor the sour, pungent, almost sickly sweet stench of death and rotting meat, the smell of a large carnivore. The scent that came into his nostrils was one that the acclaimed rookie of the year knew much better than he was proud to admit.
It was miso and honeydew, and the subtle tang of sweat from a hard-fought spar or a physically taxing mission. It was sunlight and laughter, and the familiar tête-à-tête of companionably obnoxious insults traded back and forth in the goodnatured enmity of rivals and friends. It was everything he had come, over his weeks with Team Seven, to associate on a subconscious level with everything he knew as that a part of that blond, loudmouthed, knuckleheaded dork.
It was a smell unmistakably and undeniably Naruto.
Sasuke gaped up at the great fox, which was yet still far less in stature than the legendary kyuubi no youko. Yet he had a swiftly growing conviction that this was exactly what this fox was.
It made too much sense to be anything but the truth.
He'd honestly suspected as much for a while, though only idly so at first. For years, Sasuke had been much more aware of Naruto's general situation and treatment at the hands of most of the villagers than the rest of their peers, acutely and painfully so. Before the massacre, the blond had been nothing to him. For a long time, he had just been that kid nobody liked, the borderline-outcast boy about whom his parents, and even Itachi, had so often whispered just below a young Sasuke's hearing.
But when he lost his family, the Uchiha became suddenly and abruptly aware of how different life as a child was without parents. Ever after the massacre, Sasuke was treated differently from his peers, and this had scalded him dreadfully. Even if it was only pity, it had so woefully galled and wounded the young, scared, lonely and confused boy he had been in those days. He had just wanted things to go back to normal, to the way they had been when he was just another member of the class, just one out many Uchiha, clan head's son or not.
Children could be so paradoxically vulnerable and resilient. If they skinned their knees, they would loudly cry until the "boo-boo" was made better with a kiss or a band-aid, but after that they would gladly and enthusiastically return to running and playing, perhaps smugly showing off the injury as a point of pride to their peers. Yet even subtle differences in treatment could so grievously baffle and be-worry them, and if prolonged could permanently and adversely affect who they were, and the person they would become.
Going from one in a crowd to one of a kind had badly jarred and distressed the young, traumatized Sasuke. Even now, he had never really recovered from all the innumerable ways things had changed for him, after the loss of his family.
And feeling so lonely, so painfully different from the others, the young boy had desperately sought out for someone like himself, someone who could understand, however absently, the pain and confusion of being an orphan in a world so entrenched in the ideas of filial piety and clan unity. Being without family in a world so utterly obsessed with the concept estranged him irreversibly from his young peers, leaving him alone and afraid.
But there had been one other person, one other boy in all of the village, in all Konoha, whose situation could be called genuinely comparable to his own. A boy who was treated so differently from his peers in so many subtle and multitudinous ways that only when forcibly thrust into painfully similar circumstances had Sasuke been able to really notice and appreciate what it was like for him.
Naruto Uzumaki. Out of all their year, maybe even their entire generation, Sasuke was really the first person to get, on any level, how miserable life had to be for the boy. Shinobi as a whole, even in this modern era of the hidden villages, were so clannish and family-centered in everything about their mentality and lifestyle that it seemed to the young Uchiha truly impossible to exist in any appreciable way without a family. But Naruto, even for an orphan whose parents nobody seemed to know the identities of, was just treated so differently from everyone else that Sasuke couldn't help but take notice of it.
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