A/N: This story is rated M for mature content not suitable for children.
All characters engaging in sexual or mature relationships are eighteen years or older.
This story was commissioned by darkfox12
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Chapter 2: The Feral Pack
Land of Waves - The Misty Borders
The thick, salt-heavy fog of the Land of Waves hung over the coastline like a damp shroud, swallowing the sound of the ocean waves crashing against the jagged rocks below. It was a miserable, bleak country, choked by poverty and the iron fist of a billionaire tyrant. But for the three Genin of Team Anko, the bleak landscape was completely invisible.
Their minds were trapped in a much hotter, suffocating reality.
Naruto moved through the mist with a silent, unnatural speed, his jaw clenched so tightly his teeth ached. Every step he took reminded him of the lingering sensation of Anko’s slick heat, the way her hips had ground down against his, and the burning humiliation of how quickly he had collapsed under her touch. He wasn't just hungry to prove himself; he was starving. His blue eyes scanned the fog, not with the caution of a typical ninja, but with the desperate focus of a predator looking for anything to kill just to score a point.
To his left, Menma keeping pace, his breathing perfectly regulated, though his fists were tightly balled. The cold, analytical twin was entirely consumed by the memory of the tent. He could still feel the phantom sensation of Anko riding him into the dirt, the terrifying pleasure of overstimulation that had forced tears from his eyes and a broken laugh from his throat. The smirk Naruto had given him afterward was a brand on his pride. Menma didn't just want to win the next reward; he wanted to completely crush his brother and Kiba beneath his heel.
On the far right, Kiba was practically vibrating with a terrifying, feral rage. Akamaru ran silently beside him, sensing the absolute chaos rolling off his partner. Kiba’s throat was raw from the whimpers he had uttered in the dark, forced out of him by Anko’s brutal, unrelenting ride. He had been called a bitch. He had been broken in front of the twins. His inner beast was screaming for blood, desperate to tear apart whatever enemy crossed their path to reclaim his status as the Alpha.
Anko traveled ahead of them, a silhouette moving effortlessly through the trees. She didn't look back, but she didn't need to. The raw, aggressive, and borderline psychotic killing intent radiating from her three "pets" was so thick she could practically taste it in the humid air. A dark, sadistic purr rumbled in her chest.
Look at them, she thought, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. They aren't thinking about the dangers of a C-rank turned A-rank. They aren't thinking about survival. They just want to sink their teeth into something so they can sink themselves into me.
The promise of going raw had turned three dysfunctional boys into a pack of rabid hounds.
Flashback Scene Ahead
The border of the Land of Fire - Twelve Hours Before Arrival
The campfire had long since burned down to a pile of glowing red embers, throwing long, distorted shadows against the surrounding trees. Naruto, Menma, and Kiba had been packed tightly into their gear, the heavy silence of the forest broken only by their synchronized, agitated breathing.
Anko had emerged from the tent, entirely unbothered by the chill night air. She stood over them, her mesh shirt offering a tantalizing, shadowed view of her heavy breasts, the very same breasts that had been covered in Naruto’s spunk just hours prior.
"Listen up, brats," Anko had whispered, her voice a low, gravelly vibration that instantly made all three sets of eyes lock onto her. "We’re entering Wave territory by dawn. This isn't a training exercise anymore. Kurenai’s team went in expecting a standard escort, but Gatoh’s brought in heavy hitters. Rogue ninja from Kirigakure. Men who split throats for breakfast."
She walked slowly down the line, her bare toes digging into the dirt. She stopped right in front of Naruto, leaning down until her lips almost brushed his ear.
"If you freeze up out there, blondie, you die. And I don't give my body to corpses," she murmured, her hand dropping to trace the heavy ridge in his pants. Naruto gasped, his hips instinctively jerking forward, but she pulled her hand away with a mocking laugh.
She turned her gaze to Kiba, who flinched but refused to look away. "You want to prove you're a dog with teeth, Inuzuka? You better accumulate the highest body count. Otherwise, you can sleep outside while the twins take turns testing my stamina."
Finally, she locked eyes with Menma. "And you... the little crier. Let’s see if that dark intensity translates to the battlefield, or if you only know how to make noise when a woman is breaking you."
Menma’s eyes had flared with a dangerous, dark chakra. "I’ll kill every single one of them," he growled, his voice dropping an octave. "And then I’m going to make you take every inch of me until you’re the one crying."
Anko’s smile had split wide, showing her sharp teeth. "That’s what I want to hear. The one who performs the best—the one who brings me the most confirmation of lethality—gets the ultimate prize. No plastic. No barriers. Just my wet, tight cunt squeezing your bare dicks until you lose your minds. Don't disappoint me."
Flashback Scene End
The Safehouse - A Meeting of Teams
The safehouse was a dilapidated, two-story wooden structure hidden deep within a mangrove swamp on the outskirts of Tazuna’s village. The air inside smelled of mold, dried blood, and cheap iron supplements.
When Team Anko stepped through the door, the atmosphere instantly shifted.
Kurenai Yuhi sat at a rickety wooden table, a map of the Wave peninsula laid out before her. Her usually pristine genin team was scattered around the room, looking thoroughly exhausted and visually rattled.
Hinata Hyuga sat in the corner, her hands trembling slightly as she wrapped a fresh bandage around her forearm. Ino Yamanaka was leaning against the wall, her blonde hair messy and her clothes stained with mud. Sakura Haruno was hovering near Kurenai, her face pale, a kunai gripped tightly in her hand as if she expected the walls to cave in at any moment.
"Anko," Kurenai breathed, relief evident in her crimson eyes as she stood up. "Thank Kami you’re here. The situation is far worse than the initial brief suggested. Gatoh has hired—"
Kurenai cut herself off, her eyes widening slightly as she looked past Anko to the three Genin standing in the doorway.
The three boys didn't look like reinforcements; they looked like a firing squad. Naruto’s posture was rigid, his blue eyes bloodshot and hyper-focused. Menma stood perfectly still, a dark, unsettling aura radiating from his frame. Kiba was literally growling under his breath, his canine teeth bared, Akamaru’s eyes wild and feral.
"Anko..." Kurenai whispered, her hand instinctively dropping to her pouch. "What is wrong with your team? Are they under the influence of an enemy genjutsu?"
"Oh, they’re under an influence, alright," Anko laughed loudly, slapping Kurenai on the back with enough force to make the genjutsu mistress stumble. "But it’s entirely self-inflicted. Don't worry about them, Kurenai. They’re just... highly motivated. Aren't you, boys?"
"Where are the targets?" Naruto asked, completely ignoring Kurenai. His voice was entirely devoid of his usual cheerful cadence. It was flat, hard, and demanding.
Hinata flinched at the sound of his voice. She looked up, her pale eyes wide. "N-Naruto-kun? You... you look..."
Naruto didn't even look at her. His eyes remained locked on the map on the table. The image of Hinata, usually enough to make him stammer, didn't register. His mind was entirely occupied by the mental picture of Anko’s bare thighs wrapping around his waist. He needed targets. He needed to achieve success.
Ino walked forward, crossing her arms as she looked the boys over. "Hey! What’s with the attitude? We’ve been fighting for our lives out here against rogue Kirigakure missing-nin! A little respect would be..."
"Shut up, blondie," Kiba snapped, his voice a feral hiss that made Ino step back in shock. "We didn't run through the night to hear you whine. Tell us where the missing-nin are so we can tear their throats out."
"Kiba!" Sakura yelled, her fist clenching. "How can you speak to Ino like that?! We’re comrades!"
"Comrades don't win prizes," Menma muttered coldly, stepping past Sakura without even giving her a glance. He leaned over the table, examining the map. "Kurenai-sensei, report the enemy positions. We are wasting daylight."
Kurenai exchanged a deeply concerned, bewildered look with Anko. Anko merely leaned against the doorframe, chewing on a toothpick, a highly smug, self-satisfied grin on her face.
"They... they have established a perimeter around the primary construction site of the bridge," Kurenai said slowly, guiding her fingers across the map. "There are at least twelve mid-to-high-level mercenary ninja, led by a man named Zabuza Momochi, one of the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist. We engaged a scouting party of four yesterday. We managed to repel them, but we suffered injuries."
"Four?" Naruto muttered, a twisted, eager grin breaking across his face. "Only twelve left? That’s four apiece."
"Don't get ahead of yourself, dead-last," Kiba growled, his hand gripping the hilt of his kunai. "I’m taking at least six."
"You’ll take whatever scraps I leave behind, dog," Menma countered, his eyes narrowing into slits.
Sakura, Ino, and Hinata watched the exchange in utter disbelief. The sheer volume of raw, aggressive masculine energy radiating from the three boys was suffocating. It was terrifying, yes, but as Ino and Sakura looked at the fierce, unyielding determination in the boys' faces—the absolute lack of fear—a strange, foreign flush crept up their necks. They had never seen the boys look so... dangerous. So mature.
"Alright, hounds," Anko called out, her voice cutting through the tension like a whip. The three boys instantly snapped to attention, their bodies rigid, eyes locked onto her. The level of absolute, unquestioning obedience they displayed was staggering. "Kurenai’s team will hold the safehouse and protect the bridge builder’s family. They're too banged up to be efficient anyway."
"Anko, wait!" Kurenai protested. "You can't send three Genin against seasoned missing-nin without support! Zabuza is a demon!"
"They aren't going alone, Kurenai. I’ll be watching from the shadows," Anko purred, her eyes sliding over the boys' tight frames, intentionally lingering on their crotches. "But make no mistake... they don't want my help. They want to show me what they can do with their weapons. Go. Clear the sector."
Before Kurenai could utter another word of protest, Team Anko vanished in three simultaneous blurs of speed, leaving nothing but a backdraft of wind that rattled the loose papers on the table.
Kurenai blinked, turning to Anko. "What did you do to them?"
Anko took the toothpick out of her mouth and winked. "I just gave them a taste of what a real woman can offer, Kurenai. Trust me... they’d fight the Sage of Six Paths himself right now if it meant getting back into my bed."
In the corner, Hinata’s face turned bright red, though she didn't entirely understand what Anko meant. Ino and Sakura exchanged wide-eyed, stunned glances, their hearts hammering against their ribs as the true implication of Anko’s words began to sink into their teenage minds.
Fast Forward
The Shipyards of Wave - Two Hours Later
The mist was thickest near the coastal shipyards, where rows of rotting wooden hulls and rusted iron shipping containers created a labyrinth of blind corners and deadly choke points. This was the staging area for Gatoh’s mercenary forces.
Four rogue ninjas, wearing scratched Kirigakure headbands and heavy grey flak jackets, patrolled the central lane. They walked with the casual arrogance of men who knew they were the apex predators in a country of starving peasants.
"This country is a dump," one of them grumbled, spitting into the water. "I can't wait until Zabuza-sama finishes off that bridge builder so we can get paid and get back to a real town."
"Keep your eyes open," the second one muttered, adjusting the broadsword on his back. "That genjutsu woman from Leaf is still lurking around with her brats. They’re weak, but..."
A terrifying, blood-curdling howl cut through the fog, shattering the silence.
Before the mercenaries could even draw their weapons, a massive, spinning white vortex tore through the mist from a high crane.
"Passing Fang!" Kiba’s voice roared from the center of the hurricane.
The spinning mass of teeth and claws slammed directly into the chest of the second mercenary. The impact was horrific. The sound of ribs snapping like dry twigs echoed through the shipyard as the man was propelled backward, crashing through a stack of wooden crates and leaving a violent spray of blood in the air.
Kiba landed on all fours, his fingers digging into the muddy earth. His eyes were entirely bloodshot, a thick strand of saliva dripping from his bared teeth. "One!" he screamed, his voice raw.
"Too slow, dog!"
From the shadows above, a chorus of voices echoed. "Shadow Clone Jutsu!"
The remaining three mercenaries looked up in horror as a literal cloud of Naruto Uzumakis dropped from the sky. There were twenty of them, their faces twisted into expressions of pure, unadulterated ferocity. They didn't move with the standard tactical caution of standard genin clones; they threw themselves forward like a wave of starving wolves.
"Die! Die! Die!" the clones screamed in unison.
Two of the mercenaries managed to draw their swords, slicing through three, four, five clones in rapid succession. But for every clone that vanished in a puff of white smoke, two more took its place. A clone tackled one mercenary by the waist, pinning his arms, while another three slammed into his legs, bringing him to his knees.
The real Naruto dropped directly in front of the pinned man. He didn't use a kunai. He channeled chakra into his fist, his blue eyes flashing with a dangerous, primal intensity, and drove his fist straight into the man's jaw.
The force of the blow shattered the mercenary’s teeth, sending him crashing into unconsciousness, his body twitching on the ground.
"Two!" Naruto roared, his chest heaving as he glared at Kiba. "I got the harder one, you bastard!"
"He’s still breathing, dead-last!" Kiba barked back, already springing toward the third mercenary, who was trying to retreat into the fog. "A knockout doesn't count!"
The third mercenary didn't make it three steps.
A pale, cold hand reached out from the mist, gripping the man by the throat. Menma materialized from the shadows, his expression completely flat, devoid of the frantic energy of Naruto and Kiba. He looked at the mercenary as if he were looking at an insect.
"Chakra Scalpel," Menma whispered.
A thin, vibrating blade of blue medical chakra erupted around his fingers. With a surgical, terrifying precision, Menma drove his fingers directly into the mercenary's thigh, severing the femoral artery with a single, clean strike.
The man let out a strangled gasp, his eyes widening in pure terror as his legs gave out, a torrent of dark red blood pooling beneath him within seconds. He slumped to the ground, his life forces rapidly draining.
Menma wiped a single drop of stray blood from his cheek, his dark eyes sliding toward his brother. "Three. And mine won't be getting back up."
"You cold bastard!" Kiba yelled, slamming his fist against a metal container. "That was my kill!"
"The battlefield belongs to the efficient, Kiba," Menma said smoothly, though his eyes darted toward the high crane where a familiar tan overcoat was visible through the fog.
Anko sat on the edge of the crane, her legs dangling over the edge. She was clapping slowly, a wicked, proud smile on her face.
"Not bad, hounds," her voice echoed down to them, amplified by chakra. "Three down. But don't start celebrating just yet. The noise you two idiots made just woke up the rest of the nest."
The mist grew exponentially thicker, rolling in from the ocean in heavy, unnatural waves. The temperature plummeted, the moisture freezing on their skin.
"This chakra..." Menma muttered, his stance shifting instantly. His medical training allowed him to sense the sudden, massive spike of cold, murderous energy entering the sector.
From the heart of the fog, a massive figure materialized. Zabuza Momochi stood over eight feet tall, his face wrapped in bandages, the legendary Kubikiribocho, the Executioner’s Blade, resting casually on his broad shoulder. Beside him stood a smaller figure wearing a traditional Kirigakure hunter-nin mask and a green kimono.
"Well, well," Zabuza rasped, his voice sounding like grinding stones. "Gatoh said the Leaf sent reinforcements, but I didn't expect a trio of weeping puppies led by Orochimaru’s old stray."
"Watch your mouth, bandage-face," Kiba spat, though Akamaru let out a low, terrified whine, his tail tucking between his legs. The raw killing intent rolling off Zabuza was immense, a heavy, suffocating pressure that would have paralyzed a normal genin.
But Team Anko wasn't normal. Their minds were wired entirely differently. The fear was instantly incinerated by the burning, desperate need for the reward awaiting them back at the safehouse.
"Zabuza Momochi," Naruto whispered, his fists clenching so hard his knuckles turned white. "A high-ranking missing-nin. Anko-sensei... if I take his head, does that count as an automatic win?"
Anko dropped from the crane, landing lightly between her boys. She didn't look at Zabuza; she looked at Naruto, her eyes scanning his desperate, heated face. She reached out, her gloved hand resting on the back of his neck, her fingers digging into his hair with a firm, possessive grip.
"If you take his head, blondie..." Anko whispered, her voice a sultry rasp that carried perfectly over the sound of the wind. "I’ll let you do whatever you want to my body for an entire weekend. No rules. No breaks. Just pure, unadulterated access."
Naruto’s breath hitched. A heavy shudder ran through his entire body. The raw, primal urge that exploded within his gut was so intense it completely bypassed his logical mind. His eyes, usually a bright blue, darkened into something ancient and predatory.
"He's mine," Naruto growled, a faint trace of red, bubbling chakra beginning to leak from his skin.
"Like hell he is!" Kiba roared, his fingernails lengthening into sharp, animalistic claws as he drew a soldier pill from his pouch and swallowed it whole. "I’m taking the big sword!"
Menma didn't yell. He merely drew two specialized trench knives, his chakra flowing through the blades until they hummed with a lethal, blue frequency. "You two will only get yourselves killed. Stay back."
Zabuza laughed, a dark, booming sound. "You Leaf ninja are completely insane. Haku... eliminate the brats. I’ll handle the bitch."
"Yes, Zabuza-sama," the masked figure, Haku, replied softly.
In a blur of speed, Haku brought his hands together, performing one-handed seals with a speed that defied belief. "Secret Jutsu: Crystal Ice Mirrors!"
Massive, monolithic mirrors of solid ice erupted from the damp ground, surrounding Naruto, Menma, and Kiba in a perfect, hexagonal dome. Haku stepped forward, his body seamlessly melting into one of the mirrors, his reflection appearing in every single glass surface simultaneously.
"Inside this dome, speed is absolute," Haku’s voice echoed from every direction. "You cannot escape."
Inside the Ice Mirrors
The air inside the dome was freezing, the boys' breath forming thick clouds of white vapor.
From every mirror, Haku raised a handful of senbon needles. In the next instant, a hail of silver steel rained down upon them from all sides.
"Passing Fang!" Kiba spun into a defensive shield, his vortex deflecting a dozens of needles, but several managed to pierce through his shoulders and thighs, drawing thin lines of blood. He let out a painful roar, his speed faltering.
Menma moved with terrifying efficiency, his trench knives clashing against the incoming needles with surgical precision. He deflected the majority of the strikes aimed at his vitals, but the sheer volume was overwhelming. A senbon caught him in the cheek, another in the shoulder.
"Naruto! Use your clones to find the real one!" Menma commanded, his composure finally showing signs of cracking under the intense pressure.
But Naruto wasn't listening. He was standing in the center of the dome, his head lowered, his body trembling.
'I can't lose,' Naruto’s mind screamed. 'I can't let Menma win. I can't let Kiba take her. She’s mine. I want her. I need to sink into her.'
The desperate, frantic desire within him fused with the dark, dormant power sealed deep within his gut. The red, bubbling chakra of the Nine-Tails exploded outward in a violent, concussive wave, shattering the frost on the ground and melting the lowest tier of the ice mirrors.
"What is this chakra?!" Haku’s voice lost its calm demeanor, genuine shock evident in his tone as he looked at the feral, red shroud forming around the blonde boy.
Naruto looked up. His eyes were no longer human; his pupils had narrowed into sharp, feral slits, his whiskers thick and pronounced.
"Get out of my way!" Naruto roared, a sound that was half-human, half-demon.
He didn't make seals. He simply vaulted forward with a speed that completely shattered Haku’s perception of time. He slammed his fist directly into the mirror containing Haku’s physical body.
The solid ice shattered into a million glittering fragments. Haku let out a sharp cry as he was blasted out of the mirror, tumbling across the wet ground, his mask cracking down the center to reveal his pale, delicate features.
Naruto didn't stop. He descended upon the fallen hunter-nin like a demon, his clawed hand raised to strike a lethal blow.
"Naruto, stop!" Menma’s voice cut through the adrenaline.
Menma appeared beside Haku, his trench knife resting directly against the boy’s throat. He had used the distraction of Naruto’s explosive outburst to position himself perfectly.
"He’s neutralized," Menma said, his dark eyes locking onto his brother’s feral slits. "A live hunter-nin is worth triple the intelligence value of a corpse. The mission parameters prioritize subduing high-value targets. This counts as my victory, brother."
Naruto bared his fangs, the red chakra burning furiously around him. He looked like he was about to attack Menma, the raw frustration of being denied the kill driving him to the brink of insanity.
Before the twins could clash, a massive explosion shook the shipyard.
Fast Forward
The Aftermath - Sunset
Zabuza Momochi lay defeated on the dock, his massive sword broken in half, his body covered in severe burns and deep lacerations. Anko stood over him, her mesh shirt torn at the shoulder, her breathing heavy but her smirk entirely intact. She had completely dismantled the Demon of the Mist while her boys handled his apprentice.
The remaining mercenary forces had fled into the hills, terrified by the sheer, unbridled brutality of the Leaf reinforcements. The Land of Waves was effectively liberated.
The sun was setting over the ocean, painting the sky in deep, bruised shades of purple and orange.
Team Anko stood on the dock, surrounded by the wreckage of the battle. Naruto’s red chakra had receded, leaving him exhausted, sore, and deeply irritable. Kiba was covered in bandages, leaning heavily against a wooden post, Akamaru resting at his feet. Menma stood with his arms crossed, a smug, subtle smile playing on his lips.
Anko walked slowly toward them, her hips swaying with an intentional, exaggerated rhythm that made all three boys' eyes lock onto her like magnets. The adrenaline of the battle was fading, replaced instantly by the return of the heavy, suffocating lust that had driven them across the country.
"Well, well, well," Anko purred, stopping a few feet away. She looked them over, her eyes lingering on Naruto’s torn jacket, Kiba’s bleeding scratches, and Menma’s clean, precise stance. "You brats actually survived. Not only did you survive, but you completely destroyed Zabuza’s vanguard."
"Who won?" Kiba demanded, his voice cracking with desperation. "I took down the first one! I drew first blood!"
"You got pinned like a stray dog, Inuzuka," Menma countered smoothly. "I neutralized the hunter-nin. I secured the high-value target alive for intel. The victory is mine."
"I broke the mirrors!" Naruto yelled, stepping into Menma’s face, his blue eyes flashing. "I did all the heavy lifting! If it wasn't for me, you’d both be frozen meat!"
Anko let out a throaty, melodic laugh that made their stomachs flip. She stepped forward, entering their personal space. She reached out, her fingers running down Naruto’s cheek, before moving to tap Menma on the nose, and finally scratching Kiba behind the ear like a puppy.
"You all did so good," she whispered, her voice dripping with an agonizingly sweet promise. "Naruto’s raw power... Menma’s cold precision... Kiba’s wild ferocity... it’s so hard to choose just one."
She leaned in close, her breath warm against Naruto’s ear. "The safehouse is empty tonight, boys. Kurenai took her girls to the village inn to recover. We have the entire place to ourselves."
She pulled back, her hand dropping to the button of her short shorts, unpopping it with a loud, deliberate click.
"I think... since you all performed so spectacularly... a single winner wouldn't be fair. I think tonight, you all get to share the prize. And remember what I promised..."
She winked, her eyes dark with absolute promise.
"No barriers. No rules. We’re going completely raw. Pack your things, boys. Your sensei is ready to be taken."
The ride back to the safehouse was completed in total silence, the air between the three boys so thick with anticipation it felt like a physical weight. The buildup was over. The hunt was complete. Now, the feast was about to begin.
Chapter End
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A/N: In Chapter 3, the safehouse becomes the ultimate battleground of pleasure as Anko fulfills her promise to the boys in an extended, multi-partner raw encounter where Naruto, Menma, and Kiba push their stamina to the absolute absolute limit to claim dominance. Stay tuned!