PLEASE READ: AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please don't bother to comment if you are going to say any of things in this story are 'sick' or 'twisted'. This is yet another MPREG written for the enjoyment of my sick sister and for the enjoyment of anyone as mentally sick as us :) if it's not your think, don't read it.

It didn't take the demons much work to turn the boys into usable android-like persons as to do their wants for the night. A deep sleep, a sexy no jutsu, and some stolen kimonos was all the easy stuff. The hard bit was finding the 'helper', 'the bringer' as Kurama had put it. The possessed boys strolled confidently down the streets. At first, the demons had decided it didn't matter what the bring looked like, until Shukaku hissed to Kurama

"Have about a little pity for the boys, eh?"

"Pity is of little use to us, Shukaku"

"Of course, but our heirs won't do too well if they don't have a confirmed pretty form…"

"We find people with features that compliment these" Kurama accepted, referring to Gaara and Naruto "Charisma gets you far in life"

All the men at the bar turned their attention to the two gorgeous girls who stepped into view. They looked around 19, both the same height and build, with a curvy full womanly body and massive come-to-bed eyes

"Hey" winked the red head, wearing a tight, thin blue kimono nighty. "It's lonely tonight"

"Who about we keep you company?" leered the raven haired man at the bar.

"We'd be honoured" cooed the blonde, batting her long black lashes.

It was all so easy, yet so much fun for the demons. The main course was the best. They enjoyed letting the boys resurface every now and again while their bodies were violated, their screams and pleads, their threats all so amusing.

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The next morning, the two boys awoke in Naruto's room, lying on the floor, the bodies back to their original state. Their clothes were ripped and torn and drenched with thick drying blood. Their bodies ached and their heads spun. Naruto felt like he wanted to scream, but his jaw ached so much that all he could do was croak out the odd line in a whisper. Gaara was silent, dumb struck and confused.

"G-gaara" Naruto stuttered, the difficulty to use his voice immense. "What happened?"

He asked not because he didn't know, but in hope he was wrong.

"Let's put it this way" same Gaara's manly voice from his feminine lips "the demons got what they wanted."

"Is that all me are?" Naruto whispered, wincing as he tried to sit up "Some kind of human oven?"

"For them, yes apparently." Gaara gazed up at the ceiling funeral

"Of course-" Naruto shifted in his place uneasily "there's many chances of it not working or failing. In that respect we could be fine"

"And if we aren't?" Gaara inquired, moving his gaze to Naruto's

"Then I don't know…" Naruto said honestly "But I'll think of something-"

"Always cheery, aren't you" Gaara smirked weakly "Even when finally everything had been taken from you and truly have just about nothing" Gaara's eyes rested one again on the ceiling.

"I'm not cheery. I just want to be positive" Naruto bit his lip "it makes think less frightening"

"Face the fright and smash it down" Gaara leered

"You do that" Naruto sighed, before attempting to sit up. "You do that, Gaara" he said again, allowing his body to relax back on the floor.

What were they to do if the demon's plan had worked. There wouldn't be many who would stick by them, so what would become of them? They didn't know. For now the boys just laid on the floor, trying to clear their heads and forget the pain.

I know its short, but I'm not sure about it. Should I keep writing it or leave it? Mixed feelings here, seriously.