Can Pokemon Into Naruto? 18 (Patreon)

Commissioned by Anthony Maxwell

Can Pokemon Into Naruto?

Chapter 18

-VB-

“... So that village is rich, you’re saying?” 

“Exactly, mon! It’s just a village with a weirdo doctor. They don’t even have guards!” 

“That’s… stupid,” someone else muttered. “But if they’re getting rich, then they can’t be stupid. You don’t get rich being stupid.”

“Yeah? Well, do you see guards?”

“... No.”

“Then why are you worrying about nothing?”

“Because if there’s a single ninja in there that’s not a baby ninja, then we’re going to get fucked, that’s why,” the third voice spat out.

“Mon, you’re thinking too hard about this,” the second voice shrugged. “If there’s a ninja around, then we would have heard about it, right?”

“But we did hear about it. The tree fuckers sent some over here.”

“...”

“...”

“Well, they didn’t stay, did they?”

“No.”

“Even if they did, three out of twelve of us are baby ninjas, aren’t we?”

“Oi, stop calling us baby ninjas! I’ve just been passed over for promotion cuz I didn’t have political connection!” 

“Yeah, yeah. Excuses, excuses. Just admit it and say you raped a girl or something.”

“I don’t fuck little kids, bitch! I like my milkers big and thighs thick enough to squeeze me dry!” 

“Who the fuck said little kids, fucker?! You tryna frame me?! And you like old grannies?!”

“Grannies?! How can you not appreciate mature beauties?! Do you know how many widows are around, just waiting to be appreciated?! Do ya?!”

“Guys… can we stop?”

“No! This fucker’s always been about ‘budding flowers’ like he ain’t some pedophile!”

“I ain’t no pedo! Do you know how sick it is to go after kids?! If you keep talking shit, then I’m going to fucking kill you!” 

“Guys… um… I think we should stop.” Pause. “... Where’s Koto?”

Someone turned around. 

They all looked around.

“Did that fucker get lost again?” 

“Ugh.”

“This is what happens if we fuck around in the Land of Fire. We should’ve gone back to the Land of Rice. The girls there are nice! All of the girls here are … tough.”

“Oi, if you don’t like girls with some muscles, then why are you even here? Don’t you know that Land of Fire is where you find some of the fittest girls? If you want limp arm wall flowers, you should go over to the Land of Wind.”

“Nah, man-.”

“Guys.”

“Yeah?”

“What?”

“Can we start planning on how we’re going to scout out the village, loot, pillage, and rapine it to our liking, and then get the hell out of the area before we get too much heat?”

“... Sure.”

“Alright. But I call dibs on the widows with big tits. Nobody touches the widows with big tits.”

“What if they have a girl old enough to marry?”

“... We can fuck them side by side?”

“Sure.”

Buzz…

“Argh, fuck. Was that a mosquito?” 

“No? Didn’t see none around you.”

“It’s ‘didn’t see any,’ you stupid.”

“Fucker, you think you’re so smart, huh? Just because you come from the capital of Wind or some shit? You wanna see who’s stronger?”

“Country bumpkin thinks he can win against me?!” 

“Guys, please…”

-VB-

Beedrill - Chooban, as he was called by the hive’s human members - looked down at the non-hive humans camping out around the forest one head tick of the sun away from the village. 

It was clear to Chooban that these non-hive humans were here to hurt the hive humans. Chooban understood much of what was spoken by these non-hive humans, though he didn’t understand all of the words. 

And he knew that this was what he had been raised for. What he, his brothers, and sisters were raised for. Their purpose in life. Their mission in life.

He only felt a thrill rush through his spine and made the tips of his arm-stingers tingle with raw anticipation.

He wanted to rush in there. He wanted to punch his stingers through the heads and chests of those who dared to harm his hive… but he was not selfish.

No no no…

This was an opportunity to share with his brothers and sisters. With his hive as a whole! 

It was an opportunity for … for bonding! Yes, it was an opportunity to relish in the blood and bones of their enemies! To kill and be headpatted for it! 

Silently as he could, he took off from the canopies, higher into the sky, and flew back toward the hive-village. One moment, his wings beat silently but as soon as he was outside of the earshot of the soon-to-be-dead-and-potentially-free-meat-for-the-hive humans, his wings buzzed loudly as he took off furiously. 

Faster! 

FASTER!

He must warn and arm his hive! 

For glorious combat ahead! 

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“So. Let me get this right. There’s a group of people who want to kill us.”

“Buzz,” Chooban nodded. 

“They are going to scout us out soon.”

“Buzz.” He nodded again. 

“There are maybe a dozen of them. Or four times the number of stingers you have.”

He nodded urgently. Why were they going over something they already heard?! They should be arming themselves and rushing in to kill the intruders for HEADPATS!

“Damn it, just when I finished the phantump heads,” Creator - because every Beedrill knew that he was their creator - grumbled. “We’ll just have to fight without them. Alright, I’ll go tell the rest of the villagers. Baltoy, Cleo! Stay with the Beedrills!” 

Chooban clicked his mandibles before turning to his big sister. “Are you excited for the fight?”

Cleo looked up at him before giving him the best grin she could with her beak. She looked sinister. 

“Of course, I am. I’m itching to grow stronger, and killing a few thieves might just do it. I can feel it…!” 

Chooban’s older brother, Baltoy, just spun once in place. “I’d rather not have the village in danger, but if that hadn’t been the case…” he drifted off for a second. “I supposed that even I’m feeling some good anticipation.”