Kisame's Day Off

“Wee!” Konohamaru said as he slid down the slide. The park was empty except for the very small child. He was wearing a beige shirt with a red emblem of the Village Hidden in the Leaves. Gray capris adorned his lower body, with dark knee pads to protect his tender skin every time he fell down. Generic blue sandals were on his feet, which did little to protect his toes from the sand and pebbles at the park. As he ran back up to the top of the slide, his blue scarf flailed behind him. The helmet he normally adorned had been abandoned at the edge of the playground.
Little did the child know of the approaching danger. The leaves rustled in the breeze as a shadowy figure emerged from the surrounding trees. He was very tall, and appeared to be wielding a large, bandaged sword. His narrow eyes watched the boy playing at the park, and he stepped forward. Sunlight touched his pale blue skin, showing that it was wet. He wore a large cloak of the Akatsuki, and a dark blue headband for the Village Hidden in the Mist. Spiked blue hair extended several inches over his head. Slits on his cheeks, similar to gills, twitched as if they were breathing. His lips parted into a wretched, fang-filled smile. He had found his prey.
As the boy continued to play, the strange blue man crept over to the play set. Konohamaru went down the slide another time, bumping into the legs of the stranger standing in front of the slide. He looked up nervously, and blinked. “Hey! Outta the way!” The man did not move. The grin on his face widened. “Did ya hear me, shark-man!?” Konohamaru extended his little hands and shoved them into the man’s pelvis. He felt something hard against his hands, but his force was not enough. Instead, the recoil pushed him back onto the slide. He was sprawled out and grumbling up to the man.
“Feel the Samehada of Kisame!” He bared his teeth and reached down to grab the child. His struggle began, but it was to no avail. Kisame’s hand was too strong for Konohamaru to fend off. A burst of chakra erupted from his shoulders and sped down his hands, his nails extending to be a few inches long. The boy was squealing, and the talons began to rip through his clothes. It was only moments before he was naked, save for his scarf.
Konohamaru’s face was red and his eyes were filling with tears. “What are you doin’!? Get offa me!” Kisame’s nails were digging into his flesh, drawing blood. He then took his hand away to start to undress himself, and Konohamaru struggled to get away. Kisame promptly pressed his foot onto the child’s stomach, continuing to undress. Some effort was needed due to his huge erect member. Eventually he freed the bunch of his cloak from the tip of his member and threw it to the side. His slick shark-skin was exposed and appeared as wet as his face. His strong love muscle stood at attention in the open air.
Konohamaru whined, afraid of the strange organ he had never seen before. “Oh? Confused? Why don’t you get acquainted?” Kisame’s foot was removed from the boy’s chest in order to lean in, extending his member so that the tip tickled the boy’s chin. The sensation of a tiny shivering body beneath his phallus caused his hips to buck happily. Konohamaru whimpered and tried to squirm away from the shark skin rod before him, only to be grabbed by the scarf and pulled closer.
The shark-man flipped the boy over onto his stomach and grabbed both of his flailing legs. “The more you squirm, the more it’ll hurt, little boy!” He spread the small legs apart and pressed the head of his member between the chubby asscheeks. One hand pressed down against the small of the child’s back and the other started to form hand signs in the most complex jutsu ever performed.
Rat, Ox, Tiger, Rabbit, Dragon, Snake, Horse, Sheep, Monkey, Rooster, Dog, Boar. Another eruption of chakra spewed from his body, this time soaking into the body of the child. “Fire Style! Pitching a Tent Jutsu!” The chakra that Konohamaru had absorbed trailed down between his legs, causing the blood to flow faster and harden his small member. Konohamaru squealed again, and started to squirm beneath the man. Kisame held him still and started to move his hips closer to the child’s.
His immense rod was tearing its way into the small, puckered anus of the crying child. Without hesitating, he thrust his hips forward and the remainder of his organ was inside of the wrenching insides of Konohamaru. Blood was trickling from the freshly torn asshole, coating the scales of Kisame’s pelvis. The boy’s eyes rolled back into his head as he let out a painful cry, clenching his stomach with his hands. Kisame chuckled and licked his fangs before starting to slide his cock out of the boy, the scales ripping the surrounding innards.
Kisame reached around Konohamaru’s waist and lifted the child up, holding his waist with one hand and grabbing his tiny penis with the other. His fingertips secreted a clear, sticky substance onto the boy’s member as he started to stroke it. The thrusts of his hips were in tune with every stroke of Konohamaru’s little cock. He ignored the screams of the boy and started to pound himself harder inside of the boy, enjoying the blood that acted as lube between them. Though he was sobbing and digging his fingers into the hands that gripped him, Konohamaru’s member started to throb. He was going to climax.
Kisame felt the pulsations between his fingers and took it as his cue to stroke it faster. Normally the child would not ejaculate, but thanks to the jutsu, a hot bullet of semen spewed from the top of his penis. It dribbled down and onto Kisame’s hand, and the feeling led him to thrust himself in and out of Konohamaru’s anus harder. “It wasn’t your turn!” He growled and leaned his head down, digging his sharp teeth into the boy’s shoulder and tearing the flesh. The child’s body was convulsing at this point, unable to take so much stress. His eyes were rolling back into his head and he felt that he would faint soon.
“Not yet!” Kisame growled. The hand around the still-hard member moved up to grab the end of his scarf and yank it away from the kid’s body, choking him. Konohamaru’s tongue fell out of his mouth and drool spilled out over his chin. He couldn’t cry out anymore, but still struggled against the increasingly vehement thrusts inside of his ass. Finally, Kisame forced himself all the way in and his cock throbbed. Before he could climax, he yanked himself out of the child, ripping his intestines out with his cock. Konohamaru squealed for a moment, and Kisame threw him onto the ground.
His entrails followed and formed a crumpled ribbon of innards between his legs. Konohamaru stopped moving, and Kisame smirked and took the moment to indulge in the sight. As he reached down to pick the dead body up, Ebisu emerged from the bushes. The tutor stopped in his tracks and gasped. A huge trail of blood spilled out of his nose and his face turned bright red. He extended his hand and pointed his finger directly at Kisame. “Y-you!!”
Kisame gasped and leapt away from Konohamaru, into the trees. He left his cloak behind, and his penis still erect. He wouldn’t get to finish! “NOOOOOO!!!! HONORABLE GRANDSOONNN!!!!!!” Ebisu screamed and ran to the tattered, lifeless body of Konohamaru.