|chibirisuchan (chibirisuchan) wrote,|
@ 2005-10-25 23:01:00
Silently, Sakura cursed Inner Sakura with everything
she was worth. DO NOT PROVOKE THE IMMORTAL DEMON, she shouted at herself
a minute too late. He thinks you are ONE step removed from crunchy naked
rats. You couldn't run fast enough even if you weren't the size of a beached
whale right now. And he thinks pain and screaming is a turn-on. DO NOT provoke
His butt wiggled in the air, like a kitten getting
ready to pounce.
She knew screaming was the worst possible
thing she could have done. She knew it; the Uchiha grounds were large enough
and empty enough that no one could hear her, and it fed into all the Kyuubi's
prey-instincts. But she couldn't seem to stop screaming, as though her body
had a mind of its own and both she and Inner Sakura were helpless to stop
She saw a flash of far too many teeth
grinning under blood-red eyes as it lunged.
Ninja training did far too little good when the
thing she was fighting wasn't human and didn't have human limits on reflexes.
It had her hands pinned over her head in less than a heartbeat, in a grip
like a steel vise, and the claws on its feet were prickling at her thighs,
and it grinned into her screaming face before the other hand came down
Everything tore free at once, and the air was
shockingly cold against her skin, a horrible belly-knotting reminder of how
vulnerable her child was, barely shielded from the Kyuubi's claws by the too-easily-torn
shield of her flesh.
Inner Sakura protested, Dammit, that was the
last maternity dress that still fit over that huge belly! And Sasuke hates
that girly pink overall thing with the bows--
Sakura screamed back at her, Shut the hell
up and pray he's not going to tear the baby out next! The tears on her
face were burning, and so was her throat; there was nothing she could do but
There was another rip, and a crack, and the sofa
cushion slid alarmingly. And then the Kyuubi scooped her up, sofa cushion
and all, and plumped her onto her side in the nest. It kept her hands pinned
with contemptuous ease, and crouched behind her, rumbling deep in its throat,
and she felt the prickle of claws at the back of her neck, and she couldn't
help screaming again at the sound of another sharp savage rip.
"Shut up," it rumbled with a
warning squeeze of her wrists that made her bones grate together, as a few
more rips and jerks tore the last shreds of her maternity dress away from
her arms and left it scattered about the nest. "Don't make yourself whelp
too soon, bitch. So damn weak and crushable..."
Make MYSELF...? Who the hell is scaring me
half to death and stripping me naked in order to either rape me or gut me
NARUTO YOUR ASS IS SO UNBELIEVABLY TOAST IF I LIVE THROUGH THIS -- STOP provoking
Sakura bit down hard on her own tongue, managing
to mute the sounds she was making to frantic gulping whimpering sounds, but
it was closer to obedience than screaming. The Kyuubi leaned over her shoulder
and studied her face, sniffing at her ear and cheek, planting its free hand
on the side of her skull, and Sakura screwed her eyes shut and tried to tell
herself she was ready to die.
It kept her head still with that one solid hand,
claws tangled in her hair, and then tentatively lapped at the tear-tracks
streaking her face. That shocked Sakura's eyes open again, and she strained
the edges of her vision trying to stare out of the corner of her eyes at a
soft pink tongue and fangs far too close to her eye socket.
It was still rumbling like a thunderstorm, licking
the tears from her face, one hand pinning her wrists and the other keeping
her from breaking its nose with panic-stricken thrashing.
"Stupid flower-bitch," the Kyuubi rumbled.
"Sunbeam all over you, in a nice nest I went and made myself, no stupid
not-furs to block out the sunbeam even -- and you're scared so witless you're
leaking. What else do you want?"
Sakura gulped down air as though she'd just run
a marathon, and tried to scrape her frantically scrambling brain back together.
...No pain. Not bleeding. It didn't even scratch
How the hell I got this naked that fast and
it didn't even scratch me --
never mind, back to the point -- I'm not bleeding,
if it wanted me bleeding I would be, if it wanted me screaming it sure as
hell knows how to get that-- so--
--so what it wants is me, naked, in the nest,
in the sunbeam...
--the sadistic son of a bitch was just PLAYING
with me...! Just screwing with me, more like -- I ought to tear its head off--
heh. Like there's any chance in hell I'd manage
that, and Naruto would miss his skull...
but-- somewhere inside that fuzzy little messed-up
head, somewhere where monster brains work, 'naked' and 'sunbeam' mean 'good'
-- so this is supposed to mean 'good,' so...
the bastard was trying to comfort me...?
Screwed it up like hell, but-- it's not human, it doesn't understand... and
it's at least trying not to break me-- it doesn't want me dead
just for the hell of it--
The rush of relief was strong enough that the
world actually swam gray in front of her eyes for a moment. The Kyuubi sensed
it somehow -- pulse, scent, something -- and shook her pinned arms sharply:
"Don't do that," it growled, sounding almost alarmed. "What
was that? --Anyway, stop doing that!"
...No reason on earth an immortal fox demon
would know about fainting, Sakura reminded herself, on the verge
of falling apart in absolute hysterics. Laughter, tears, screaming, raging,
the works -- except that she knew that when it came to throwing temper
tantrums, the Kyuubi would so win. Without even trying.
It took all the years of training in misdirection
that she'd ever had, but she fought her heart rate down, fought her breathing
back to normal, forced her body to go limp and unresisting in his hands.
The tears were a little harder to control, but
she focused on the unexpected softness of its -- his -- tongue, the rumbles
she was trying to convince herself were meant for purrs from an animal the
size of major geological features, the warm tickles of his breath on her tear-damp
The Kyuubi let her wrists go, but kept her head
pinned in place, because he was still intent on cleaning her face for her.
It was almost like the way mother cats pinned squalling kittens for a washing
whether they knew what was good for them or not. Sakura tried to think what
kittens did besides pathetic squalling, and couldn't come up with much.
"Is this the part where I mew at you to
let me go?" she asked with the half of her mouth that wasn't shoved into
The sound he made belonged to thunderstorms and
other world-shaking phenomena; a sound like that shouldn't have fit inside
the body of her goofy, ramen-slurping, warmly human lover. It was only when
he made the sneezing face that she realized that the Kyuubi was laughing at
He took his paw -- his hand -- off her head and
licked her cheek again, then shoved his head under the crook of her elbow
and nestled his cheek against the hollow between her ribs and hips. The tip
of his tongue lapped at the side of her belly, at the distended swell where
once her waist had dipped inward instead, and he rumbled, "Scratch."
He butted his head against her elbow, then snuggled
close enough to drowsily lick at her belly again, all but shaking the room
with that rumbling purr. "I said, scratch. I lick, you scratch."
Bemused, Sakura lifted her hand and began scratching
the Kyuubi's head, where his fox ears would have been. His eyes went half-slitted
and his tongue lolled out like a happy dog's, and he wriggled in sheer bliss.
"Ohhhhh, yeah," the Kyuubi sighed,
and suddenly there wasn't so much difference between the host and the inhabitant
anymore. Sakura couldn't fight off a sudden, giddy attack of giggles.
He gave her a nonplussed look, and put a paw
-- a hand -- on her belly, trying to keep his pillow still, grumbling under
his breath but careful not to use the claws. "Stop that."
"You're tickling me," she gasped, still
shaking with the tangle of giggles and the aftermath of sheer terror. "How
am I supposed to not laugh when you're all fluffy and licky and -- and--"
It just looked at her, and all the laughter
knotted into a solid cold lump in her throat.
"Right," it said, smugly, and flopped
half-across her again, his head shoved under her arm to encourage the scratching,
searching for the most cushiony and warm spot to rest. Ribs were hard and
poky, of course, and so were hips, and he wanted to keep licking her belly,
which logically meant that her breasts were the best pillows available. Regardless
of the fact that they ached fiercely with any pressure, because her milk was
Sakura thought about protesting, thought about
the look, and tried to quietly reach and stretch and wriggle until
she could ooze away from the pressure, shifting his head more toward
the mound of her belly instead.
"Your bodies are so damn awkward,"
it rumbled, crawling over her to spoon itself against her front instead, snuggling
his head against the hollow between her breasts and belly and twining their
legs together for warmth. "No fur, all those poky bony spots, nothing
bends enough or in the right directions, no tails for keeping balance--"
Sakura picked up the pace on the ear-scratching,
and it cut him off mid-rant.
After a long panting minute, the Kyuubi admitted
a little sulkily, "Fingers... fingers are good. I can approve of fingers."
"Glad to hear it," Sakura said, hoping
her face was straight enough, and hoping nobody else had ever been stupid
enough to risk teaching a demon about sarcasm. Apparently that was a vain
hope, from the way he rolled bloody eyes at her, but the ear-scratches clearly
made it not worth protesting at the moment.
Now that the last of the adrenaline was fading
away, Sakura's body felt like a lead weight; the exhaustion of aftermath and
chakra-drain ached at the hollow of her bones. Her hand was shaking, she realized
when the Kyuubi gave her a sleepy look.
"Now what is it?"
"Fight or flight reflex," Sakura managed.
"Couldn't do either... so--"
And then her belly knotted up, and that sent
an entirely different wash of panic through her. Dammit -- dammit, not
yet, I told Sasuke I'd be fine, I can't NOT be fine, he'll despise me for
being so weak, for letting the Kyuubi get to me, he didn't think I could handle
"Stop that," the Kyuubi growled.
"Don't you think I want to?"
Sakura snapped, too frantic to stop and think. "I -- damn it, you scared
the shit out of me, this is your fault, you--"
There was a paw-hand on her hip again, and the
Kyuubi rolled her onto her back and sniffed at her huge taut belly, nudging
a band of tense muscles with his nose, tasting her skin with that hot soft
tongue. If she hadn't been in the middle of panic-stricken near-hysteria,
it might have been erotic. As it was, all she wanted was her maternity dress
back in one piece, so she wouldn't have to face Tsunade's wrath completely
The Kyuubi climbed over and rolled her onto her
side again, and nosed a pile of nest-bedding toward the small of her back.
Then he crouched on all fours in front of her and began licking her belly
firmly, all but rattling the windows with that deep bass rumble. His chakra
was as bright as a bonfire around him, and Sakura blinked and scrubbed at
her eyes, because she could have sworn she saw fiery tails.
...She was seeing fiery tails, because
they were reaching toward her. She bit back a scream when the tails wrapped
around her; but it didn't burn like she'd half-feared. It was wild, fierce,
crackling with energy -- but it didn't burn; it was almost like being danced
on by the sunbeam, hot and shimmering but not painful at all.
"Oh," Sakura breathed, astonished.
"Oh, that's... nice..."
The Kyuubi barely paused in its licking. "Good.
Somehow, Sakura valiantly gulped back a snicker,
and reached a hand over to scratch at the Kyuubi's soft golden fur. --Hair.
Hair. It was still Naruto's body, for all that her chakra-awareness was
telling her there was a fire-bright fox crouched in front of her, licking
her pregnant belly for comfort and warming her drained, depleted reserves
with a fluffy almost-blanket of 'tails' of pure energy.
Between the warmth of his almost-there tails
and the sunbeam and the sheer human exhaustion above the chakra-depletion,
she must have drowsed off for a while; the sun was angling across her eyelids
when she woke again, and for a moment Sakura was fuzzily confused that the
Kyuubi hadn't woken her when her sleeping hand stopped the ear-scritches.
Then she realized he was asleep too, curled up
against her, forepaws -- hands -- and cheek propped on her belly; he
must have fallen asleep still licking. Her belly was faintly drool-sticky,
and she made a face at that, but she wasn't cramping anymore -- in fact, she
ached less than she had in a long time. Sakura vaguely wondered if she could
get the Kyuubi to lick her back for her while he was busy washing things.
When the Kyuubi was sleeping, it was harder to
tell the difference from Naruto -- they both sprawled at random, and they
both drooled, and without the ageless flame burning in crimson eyes and fanged
teeth in a far too knowing grin and those restless, not-human movements, there
really wasn't much visible from the outside. She stroked his hair lightly,
experimentally, and got a groggy snuffling half-snore that could have been
Naruto's too; Sakura bit her lip to keep from giggling and disturbing his,
er, not-a-cat-nap in the sunbeam.
Even without the tails manifested, his chakra
was still bubbling away so brightly that she almost wished someone had invented
the equivalent of sunglasses for chakra-senses; it wasn't sight that
she used, not like the Uchiha or the Hyuuga, but as a healer-nin she'd been
trained to feel the flow of chakra in the patients she touched, which carried
over to the demon sleeping on her belly.
It was a little like being slept on by a furnace.
Her belly always felt a bit feverish, overheated and overstuffed, because
of the warm little body wriggling and squirming inside, and the way the baby's
body temperature warmed hers from within. Having that life-heat redoubled
from the outside along with such a surfeit of chakra was almost too intense,
and Sakura wondered for a brief mad moment if that was where the phrase 'buns
in the oven' had come from anyway: the feeling of being baked, or baking away,
or both at once...
She tried to breathe deeply and relax, to take
the quiet time -- and the brimming-over example faintly snoring on her bulge
-- for her chakra-building meditation. Her back was cold, though, and her
feet were colder -- the Kyuubi would have said something grouchy about the
lack of fur, but considering he'd stripped her version of fur off without
so much as a by-your-leave, she wasn't inclined to hear it from him just then.
There were a couple of largish pieces of her poor mangled dress in toe-reach,
and she tugged them closer, then wriggled her toes under them -- oooh, that
was much better; they'd been soaking up the sunbeam too. Now if she could
only find some way to warm her back; her belly was nicely relaxed from the
warmth, but her back was aching as sullenly as ever...
She twisted carefully, trying not to move more
than her shoulders to keep from disturbing the napping demon drooling on her
belly, and looked around for any other pieces of fabric that had survived
the nest-building spree enough to use as a blanket. Sofa guts -- the good
tablecloth in five or six chunks -- the second-best tablecloth was mostly
just tatters -- over there was something that looked suspiciously like it
had once been a wedding present from Gai-sensei; it was astoundingly, excessively
green, and for once Sakura was inclined to forgive the Kyuubi's taste
in things to shred... then more sofa guts...
She carefully eased her way up onto an elbow
to look above the rim of the nest, and then screamed.
The Kyuubi was awake in an instant, on all fours
with claws and fangs bared, snarling -- and then blinking, and looking back
and forth between Sakura and the silent, motionless Sasuke, sitting with his
hands templed in front of his face, still as a statue in a surviving wooden
chair that had been dismissed as unsuitable for nest-building.
"...What?" he snarled, still crouched
to spring, still fueled by the instinct that said to fight when the breeding
mate screamed like that.
Sakura was still screaming, and trying to clutch
at the shreds of her dress, and shaking all over, the humiliation like molten
lead pouring down her back and puddling in her belly. Oh, God -- oh, God,
he was sitting there watching that, looking at me-- looking
at me like this, so bloated and disgusting and-- and-- that son of
a bitch, HE'S at least supposed to be human! Why didn't he look away or --
or bring me a blanket or -- anything besides staring -- like he was too horrified
to react, too repulsed to look away, or-- or--
Frustrated, the Kyuubi demanded of Sasuke, "What's
bitten the flower-bitch now?"
"How should I know?" Sasuke asked,
still watching them. "You're the one who was supposed to be guarding
her, not sound asleep in the middle of that -- that -- sofa-explosion..."
"Is that a challenge?" The Kyuubi's
voice had dropped an octave.
"Should it be?" Sasuke wasn't backing
down in the slightest. "What kind of alpha sleeps unguarded with his
childing mate vulnerable? If I had been anyone else--"
"--if you had been anyone else, bitch, I
would have smelled the difference and you'd have been dead."
"And if I'd been my brother?"
"Just as dead."
"I wonder," Sasuke said, his voice
as cold as stone.
"You need convincing?"
"Stop it!" Sakura shouted at
the top of her lungs, clinging to the biggest piece of her dress and trying
to stop shaking. "Stop it, both of you, we don't need to do this again--"
Sasuke wouldn't bow his head and bare his throat
for the Kyuubi, but for Sakura he would, staring off into a corner instead.
The Kyuubi rumbled a little, his claws gouging the floor even through the
padding of the nest, then sank down onto his haunches again and half-sneezed
"And I'd just gotten her to stop
screaming the first time round," he grumbled to himself. "You lot
don't even know how to bask properly. It's a sunbeam. How do
you not know what to do with a sunbeam?"
He reached over and pulled the scrap of dress
away from her; Sakura choked on a sound halfway between outrage and humiliation,
and frantically tried to hide as much as she could behind hands that were
too small to conceal her body's distortion and fistfuls of nest-fluff that
simply tumbled and slid.
The Kyuubi cocked its head to one side, then
the other, baffled and increasingly frustrated. "What the hell...?"
"Give me my dress," Sakura
said, not sure herself whether it was a plea or a demand. "What you left
of it. It's mine. Give it back--"
If the confusion in its voice hadn't been just
as obvious as the inhumanly slit pupils, Sakura would have screamed. As it
was, she wasn't far from it. "Because humans don't go naked around each
other! It's humiliating! Especially when -- when I'm --"
"He's our mate," the Kyuubi
replied with a growl. "He's not an outsider. You said we could
go naked here."
"I said you could -- Dammit, just
give me the dress!" The tears were starting to win; Sakura scrubbed a
hand across her eyes fiercely, then scrambled to find another even remotely
concealing shred of cloth in the mess of the nest.
Sasuke's shirt dangled in front of her; she blinked
at it for a moment, then snatched it out of his hand and struggled into it.
It would cover her top half, but it wouldn't fit over her belly despite tugging;
Sakura tried to tell herself it was good enough, despite the uncomfortable
feeling it just made her girth that much more obvious.
Shirtless, sitting on his heels beside her, beautiful
and pale and cold as a sculpted porcelain statue, Sasuke asked, "Do you
want me to take him outside and let you rest?"
Sakura burst into tears.
Both of them flinched, and then looked at each
other, warily checking to see if the other had any idea what had just gone
wrong. Neither of them was going to admit that it was obscurely reassuring
to be equally in the dark for once, because at least it meant there was nothing
obvious that one of them had overlooked and the other could use as taunting-weaponry
for the next year or two. With their mutual confusion settled, they looked
back at Sakura.
Naruto would immediately have given her a hug,
Sasuke knew that much. And the Kyuubi had Naruto's body for the day. "Hug
her," he muttered. "Carefully. Gently. No claws, no pressure upon
"Picky," the Kyuubi retorted. "Why
"Because she doesn't freeze when you touch
her," Sasuke said, more bleakly than he meant to.
The Kyuubi snorted. "No, she just screams
and tries to hit and kick and bite things. That's obviously so much better."
But still, he padded over and crouched and set a careful paw-hand atop her
She didn't pull away; the Kyuubi glanced back
at Sasuke, who flicked a hand in a shooing gesture, and so he leaned forward
and tried to lick at her cheeks again. It was harder when she had her hands
free to hide behind. With a deep sigh, he snuffled at her hands, then at her
ears, then decided that licking the pathetic amount of fur she had managed
to grow would have to be better than nothing.
When she felt his tongue at the nape of her neck,
licking upward into her hair, she made a sound like a whistling teakettle,
high and shrill, and swatted at him indignantly. The Kyuubi caught her wrist
and grinned, and leaned close enough to lick at her cheek. Sakura wavered
for a moment, and then flung her arms around him and buried her face in the
crook of his throat as though he were Naruto.
The Kyuubi rolled his eyes sideways toward her,
then rubbed his cheek against the crown of her head, both hands on the floor
for balance, like an overgrown and somewhat startled dog being hugged by a