"Hold on! I've found a loophole!" Naruto lit up with an idea. He proposed they can cheat the system using Shadow Clone Jutsu. If Barry made clones, he can start a reverse harem. A clone could then take the hit while another ready to take its place, letting the real Barry sit back and voyeur the whole orgy like a proud father at a school play.
The training didn't take long. Barry mastered the technique in just seconds because he's Him.
All of a sudden, Thousands of Barry's circled Naruto.
Barry clone #1 went in line first, dick erect.
Naruto's tight slit got absolutely steamrolled as Barry Clone #1 penetrated it with his thick verginer miner. The bee's sweet honey-flavored cock instantly sent Naruto into a glucose spike, flipping his brain into full-on chimp-crazy mode.
"UGH~ I'm believing it! I'm believing it!" moaned Naruto like the unhinged slut he was, speedrunning fupa development as his guts bloated with each thrust of dick. "That sting-aling is the bees' knees!"
"You better damn believe it, bitch!" ugh'd the Barry clone, pumping passionately. "My big beenis means business!"
Meanwhile, the real Barry lay on a cum-stained futon and acted like a complete goon, hugging a cushion and buzz-humping on it at mach fuck while the whole sex unfolded.
But then, disaster struck. Naruto's hymen finally broke. His body registered damage—and in a shocking turn of events, he inadvertently snapped back to his original male form!
The Barrys all collectively gasped.
"Sweet merciful Christ! Nobody told me we're in Thailand!" Barry Clone #1 yelped. One moment, he was deep in some cozy sushi poonani, and the next, he was disgustingly docked into Naruto's ultra-micropenis. "Oh my lawdy, I'm inside a penis! A very tiny penis!"
"Asians, remember?" Naruto explained as he pulled the most offensively stereotypical Asian face imaginable, "Just so you know, this is considered average around these parts."
"Average!? Y'all should've named your village The Hidden Beef if that's the case!" the clone said.
Barry Clone #1 had seen enough. "I can't offer myself to a cause I find unjust. I'm outta here!"
He pulled out. And died.
Real Barry stood up, floating towards Naruto. "Naruto... you fooled me. I trusted you... We trusted you. The entire republic of Congo trusted you!"
Naruto hung his head in shame. "I'm so confused, Barry, can't you see?... I bet you hate me now."
"What? Oh, no no..." Barry gently wiped Naruto's tears. "If anything, this turns me on even more!"
Naruto's head snapped up.
Barry nodded. "That's right! I'm into boys too because I'm bee-sexual!"
"You mean Bisexual?"
"...That's how you say it?" asked Barry. A giant anime sweat drop materialized on his forehead, ashamed of his illiteracy. "Well, whatever! Point is—we're all bisexuals here!"
A Barry double stepped in front and raised a hand. "Actually, I'm Skoliosexual/Boyflux, pronouns ve/ver—"
"Shut the fuck up, queer!" Real Barry spat. "You think I give a rat's ass about your sick attraction to scoliosis? When I say we're bisexual, I mean we're all bisexual! Got it!?"
All of his copies gave nervous thumbs up.
"Alright, fellas! First one to lube up Naruto's ass gets first dibs!" Real Barry announced like he was hosting Beeast Games on YouTube. "Get to it, boys... RIM THAT HOLE!!"
The clones swarmed Naruto's butthole as if it kicked their beehive. They mobbed it with the chaotic energy of sweaty Indian men fighting over the attention of women tourists.
Meanwhile, Real Barry set the mood by flipping on the jukebox. A very familiar tune blared through the speakers:
♫ Sweet little bumblebee, I know what you want from me—Dup-i-dup-i-do la da! Dup-i-dup-i-do la da! ♪
One clone who was completely in the moment motorboated Naruto's gyattebayo exactly on the Dup-i-dup-i-do part, then froze with a stoned, retarded face on the la da!
"OI OI OI OH!" Naruto's back arched like he was getting exorcised in Jesus' name.
The fighting rimmers sucked, licked, scraped the dingleberries stuck in the spiral crevices of Naruto's rasengan scar-looking bunghole.
"Makes sense why they call you Naruto..." one clone panted between rounds. "You got a magnificent swirl!"
The rimjob showdown was intense—each bee fighting with the will of a warrior. Wriggling tongues covered Naruto's anal like maggots on a rotting corpse.
Another random clone was above the rest in terms of IQ. He took things to the next level. He dove that tongue deep in the butt. Like a ceiling fan, he whirled his taste buds with much lust he could cry. And that's when he hit something.
"Please tell me you've just been eating ramen..." he hoped as his tongue caught pasta strings around it—lots of 'em.
Naruto's face morphed into a smirk, "Only one way to find out!"
The clone's entirety disappeared after Naruto sent him spelunking into his smelly ass. The worst fear of that poor clone came to be—for inside, he saw tapeworms!
"Oh hella fuck!" His face turned green. Trauma made him miss the man he was moments ago. He vomited foamy-white puke from revulsion before squirming outta the hole in panic.
But, the vomiting had a silver lining, it meant that Naruto's been lubed to the core, and they have found a winner.
The victorious clone, who they now dubbed Fake Barry, aligned his massive made-for-modern-audiences cock in the general direction of Naruto's wet opening.
"Serve that dick to me now!" demanded Naruto.
Fake Barry sealed another monster inside Naruto as he shot his veiny one-tailed beast inside the jinchūriki. He shoved that far up the ass like he's trying to get it through customs.
"Ow fwuck, that bee beef feels so good!" moaned Naruto, not in the least unnerved by it.
Fake Barry's buttfuck unfolded in surgical precision. Naruto's ass tore open, sounding like Velcro.
"Who's your playboy! Who's your playtoy!" An attempt at sounding dominant from Fake Barry's part.
"You are, daddy!" answered Naruto, teeth jittering from the delicious pain.
"Good! I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll be walking like you'd been fucked into next week. They'll mistake you for a polio patient!"
"Mhm yeah! I'd love that! Taijutsu the fuck outta my ass!" Naruto dirty-talk no jutsu'd.
Both homos' performances ensured a nomination for the best anal sex scene at the AVN awards.
Fake Barry fucked with they/them energy, and in an insect-like pattern.
The drilling bee went zoom, zoom, zoom while Naruto's cheeks went boom, boom, boom. Plops and claps of skin were akin to distorted bass sounds. The smacks of Naruto's booty clapping was so loud it annihilated thoughts. The reach of Fake Barry's cock was so deep it kept hitting the nine tails fox. It poked its snout, it poked its eye, it went in its mouth and the poor tailed beast could do nothing about it but whisper, "I'm not gay..." repeatedly with tears in its eyes.
Fake Barry's meaty keister pleaser was in a league of its own, close to putting Naruto's butt outta commission. The ninja's asshole burning like it's been casting fireball jutsus, breaching the furthest units of the Scoville scale. It was taxing on Naruto's end, chakra and all.
The first tell-tale signs of Naruto exhaustion was his weakening grip strength—his clenching prowess. Fake Barry obviously noticed that and cussed, "Fuck! This ain't gonna fly!"
Fake Barry grabbed one of his peers and had him sting Naruto's cake hole.
Naruto being allergic to bee stings, his anus and his poop tube ballooned up, clamping down so violently on Fake Barry that it felt like his junk was getting gorilla-gripped in a chokehold. The tightness offered great resistance to his penetrations, like screwing through the eye of a needle—painful? Maybe. Unreasonably pleasurable? Absolutely!
Meanwhile, the other Barry clones were growing restless. Realizing there were plenty of open parking spaces, they seized that opportunity. Soon, Naruto found himself fully booked, his remaining holes getting stuffed with rock-hard honey drizzlers: Mouth, ears, nostrils, bellybutton, armpits—you name it, a Barry was in there.
Naruto, ever the multitasker, jacked off two clones like he was on a high-stakes B-rank mission.
Those who were too slow to move in on the ninja had no choice but to masturbate and wait their turn.
Stimulated to the max, Fake Barry's balls worked overtime. They were building up the bee's climax, inflating and deflating like a paper bag being used by an asthmatic, pumping a reservoir of bee juice toward the slit of his throbbing pollen jock cock.
"Is it yogurt night? because I'm Bee-jaculating!" Fake Barry announced with zero shame. "Miel pops! Zu-zu-zu-zu-zu-zu!"
Fake Barry pumped Naruto full of premium-grade porn pudding, giving the latter a much-needed dosage of testosterone into his system.. But alas, the explosive force of his honey nut was too much and Fake Barry died.
Not to be outdone, the rest of the clones unloaded their homo honey in a sticky downpour, drenching Naruto in a bubbling A-Bee-C soup that no school cafeteria would dare serve.
And those who couldn't wait their turn and resorted to self-service came, died, and blew up like a row of firecrackers going off. They left this world the way they entered it—like virgins.
And so, the orgiastic fun raged on... until only one bee remained. The original Barry.
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