Baby crushes a small resistance movement

Time had eroded the world into a shadow of its former self, the once-proud Shinobi nations reduced to obedient kingdoms under the Tuffle Dominion, their people rewritten into silver-haired thralls of unwavering devotion. Yet, in the misty outskirts of the Land of Earth, a flicker of defiance burned within the crumbling walls of an ivy-cloaked manor. Mei Terumi, former Mizukage, stood at the heart of the chamber, her emerald eyes sharp with resolve, her fiery hair dulled by years of struggle but her spirit unbowed. Orochimaru lounged against a stone slab, his golden eyes glinting with twisted amusement, his genius a weapon against the nightmare they faced. Killer Bee paced restlessly, his massive frame tense, the Eight-Tails’ chakra flickering around him like a dying flame, his usual rhymes subdued. “Yo, they’re comin’ strong, we gotta be tight,” he muttered, his voice low. Mei’s fists clenched, lava chakra simmering at her fingertips. “If we don’t fight now, there’ll be nothing left.” Orochimaru chuckled darkly. “Assuming we ever had a choice.”

A terrifying presence flooded the air, a deep hum vibrating through the manor’s foundations as a massive shadow loomed outside. The doors exploded inward, splintered by the sheer **** of an army of infected—thousands of red-eyed thralls, their flawless bodies radiating unnatural power, their chakra a chorus feeding their Master’s might. Baby strode forth at their head, his silver-streaked hair glistening in Naruto’s perfected form, red-silver eyes blazing with cruel indulgence, his bio-organic armor pulsing with Kurama’s stolen vitality. Beside him, Sasuke moved like a dark titan, his Sharingan and Rinnegan warped into tools of incomprehensible dominion, his chakra an endless black sea. Hinata and Kurenai flanked him, their silver hair cascading over sculpted curves, their red-silver gazes cold and wicked, their claws glinting like razors. Sakura followed, her strength magnified beyond reason, her smirk dripping with anticipation as she traced a kunai’s edge.

Baby spread his arms, his voice smooth and suffocating. “Oh, Mei… I’d hoped you’d resist a little longer. It makes breaking you so much sweeter.” Mei stepped forward, her lava boiling. “Go to hell.” He laughed, a sound of absolute victory. “I already own it.” With a snap of his fingers, he commanded, “Hinata. Kurenai.” The two silver goddesses purred in response, their eyes flashing with hunger. “Shall we?” Kurenai cooed, glancing at Hinata, who licked her blackened lips, her body shivering with anticipation. “Let’s make him beg.”

They descended on Killer Bee in a blur of sinuous grace, too fast for him to counter. Hinata struck first, her Gentle Fist slamming into his gut with ruthless precision, disrupting his chakra flow as her delicate fingers tore at his clothes, straddling his hips and lowering herself onto his erection with a hard, deliberate thrust. “Scream for Master Baby,” she hissed, her tone dripping with lust and contempt, fucking him with a savage rhythm that drew pained gasps from his lips. Kurenai followed, weaving a crimson genjutsu haze as she mounted his face, grinding her slick heat against his mouth, her thighs clamping around his head. “Taste your ruin, Jinchuriki,” she crooned, her laughter a devilish ripple as his tongue faltered under her weight.

Bee thrashed, his eight-tailed chakra flickering as he tried to summon its power, but their silvery essence pulsed, draining him—Hinata siphoning his jinchūriki strength through her relentless thrusts, Kurenai pulling it from his breath as he choked beneath her. Their voices laced with devilish delight, they taunted him in unison. “Mmm… the power of a jinchūriki… intoxicating,” Hinata moaned, her climax building as she milked him dry, her claws sinking into his chest. “Pathetic,” Kurenai giggled, shuddering atop him, her nails raking his skin as his strength waned, “so strong once, but now you’re ours.” His raps turned to groans, his massive frame slumping as his chakra faded, his will snuffed out by their seductive conquest.

Baby watched from above, his smirk widening in satisfaction. “That’s enough, my dears. Leave him just enough to appreciate his new existence.” Hinata sank her claws deeper, her smile radiant and wicked as she came, her release syncing with Kurenai’s, their red-silver eyes glinting with sadistic glee. “Thank you, my Lord,” she whispered, breathless. Kurenai leaned in, her lips ghosting over Bee’s ear. “Welcome to our family.” His body shuddered violently, his eyes fluttering shut—then snapping open, glowing red-silver, a broken husk now pledged to Baby’s dominion, another trophy claimed by the Tuffle queens’ devilish delight.