A/N: This was originally supposed to be one long chapter but I got lazy and decided to split it into two. Let me know which one of my stories you want me to update next, also let me know what you think. Any advice or criticism is welcomed.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

Emergency Assignment

It didn't take much for Karui to warm-up. Her drive had always been something rather veracious, and the exploration of her own body rather vulgar. To the fiery red-head, it was like clockwork, as casual as smoking a cig and as scathing as the first time she delved into her sexual discovery.

This is all to say that it was no surprise that the aforementioned Kumo-nin was knuckle-deep in her gushing gnash.

"Ouuggghh~", the throaty groan was released from her lips without abandon. Samui had been gone for more than a day and she hadn't seen the idiot for hours. If both teammates thought so little as to desert her, she was well within her right to relieve some stress.

She laid on one of the two twin mattresses within the run-down Konoha motel, the itchy and pocked blanket suspiciously pulled up to her chin. Beneath the raggedy cover, Karui was still in full attire, from her bandanna to her trousers, the only discrepancy being the lowered waistband, displaying a sliver of her dark, slender, sweat-sheened hips.

It was hot, but the miserable constriction of heat only fed into Karui's obsessive urge to nut. Both her hands were plunged below, she had long been unable to satisfy herself with just five digits.

The index and middle-finger of one hand was currently finger blasting her drooling slit, thumping all the right places while her thumb of the same hand slowly and sensually kneaded her clit. Her other hand was in an upside down 'V' shape, the perfect instrument to massage her meaty cunt flesh.

"Mhmmmh~", Karui whimpered and bit hard on her lower lip as she pressed her bean particularly hard. Why do this in the room she shared with her squadmates? Karui couldn't find some other secure place to give in to her hedonistic desires?

Some would ask these rational questions about Karui's thought process but the answer was simple. It was fucking hot.

The thought of getting caught by her teammates dangled the red-head over the cliff of sexual freedom. An edge so sharp that it encouraged squirt sessions that left the horny derelict dehydrated, Her hips rose at an awkward angle from the thought.

What would they say? Would they panic and exit? Would they call her disgusting~? She was beginning to pant.

'It's too hot. What if Omoi caught me like this?'

She knew that her male comrade got pussy. What would he do if he caught her spanking her monkey. Would he advance? Could she be just another notch on his belt? Her toes were digging into the stiff mattress now.

"Uh~ Ugh", Karui wanted to get caught, she was showing her poor clit no mercy, she was almost th-

*Click*

The room door opened and in walks a nonchalant Omoi. Karui is obscured and frozen under the cover. The steaming perspiration covering her features did nothing to melt her panic.

It doesn't matter. Omoi doesn't so much as turn his head- forget speaking to her as he enters the small hobble of a bathroom and locks the door. Karui breathes and feels color return to her face,

"Where the hell have you been!? Karui shouts as she swiftly readjusts her pants.

It was dusk and she hadn't seen her squadmate since the day before in a village they were on shaky terms with at best.

From inside the bathroom, Omoi turned the screeching faucet and prepared himself for a much needed shower.

He took off his pants and glanced down at his dried, vein-riddled, cock. Even as soft as he was now, the appendage looked like it belonged on something to a wildebeest.

Omoi sighed, 'That blonde bitch puked all over my shit.'

The dried conoction of greasy dick, flakes of residual cunt juice, and vomit.

The luke-warm water from the cheap water heater did wonders for the white-haired teen and allowed him to clear his head.

His team had traversed to this far-away land in order to find answers concerning their kidnapped sensei, but instead he had yet again found himself distracted; out-of-focus over unimportant things.

Omoi scoffed at his own accord. Maybe this was why the Raikage refused to promote him to Jonin. He needed to and would take this seriously.

No more thinking about busty, pale, fuckable, Hyuga girls. He needed to focus on the mission at hand. And so, the paranoiac cloud-nin mentally exiled his fleshly desires and stuck a fresh pop in his mouth before walking out the compact bathroom.

"Took you long enough. Even for a dirty nigga like you."

Karui ws sitting on the edge of her and Samui's bed with her arms crossed and nose turned upward. Her fiery red hair pulled back beneath her forehead protector adorned bandana.

Omoi was momentarily drawn to his teammate's glossy and inviting lips. He averted his gaze.

Despite being known somewhat as a lady-killer in Kumogakure, Omoi had never once hooked-up with his squadmates, albeit for two different reasons.

At the lack of response to her jab, she turned toward Omoi,

"Where's your shirt!?" Karui tried to keep the blush from traveling from her ears to her face. 'I gotta get me a taste of that,' Karui unconsciously licked her lips, moistening her fire-brick colored upper lip.

Omoi used a small dinghy towel to dry behind his ears, "It's hot in there," he said casually. Not noticing or not caring of the effect that his dark, tantalizing chest was having on her.

Karui wondered what would happen if she tried to jump him right then and there. Surely a guy like Omoi wouldn't turn down free pussy. Even if it was with a girl he had little interest in. Right?

Before she could test this theory, the room was unlocked and in walked Samui, gaining the attention of both dark-skinned shinobi.

The cold eyes of the absolutely stacked shinobi scanned over the room. She cared not for what her squadmates had been up to in the past two days. Only for the mission at hand.

"Get dressed," Samui commanded, both Omoi and Karui marveling that her beauty and eroticism were effortless. "I've convened with the Rokudaime Hokage. We're forming a cell to travel to the Land of Snow for the Kage Summit. There, we will report our investigation to Raikage-sama." Omoi nodded dumbly.

"Affirmative," Karui vocalized. She was now standing ram-rod straight. Karui was aware of how pathetic she was to emulate and venerate a woman that was so similar to her, yet so much better. It was a crack in her bravado that she would never willingly reveal.

—-

The thick slab of meat reverberated throughout the dark alley, stunning her momentarily, but not as much as the second when the squalid slop from his fuckpipe made an ugly 'Whop' upon her spittle covered forehead.

Her eyes stung, but she couldn't tell if it was from the muggy dumpster that she was getting skull-fucked into or from the dick-stink emanating from the cock hanging over her like a hammer, waiting to pass judgement.

She looked up into his eyes. No, that was wrong. His member was massive, it obscured her view. She was deadlocked in a romantic stare with his gaping cock eye.

It was angry at her slutty and unsatisfactory maintenance. As he should be.

'I'm a pig. Just a broken tool whose purpose is to choke on fat cock and then throw-up my dinner in hopes that it serves better than my pitiful throatfuck.'

The corners of his mouth were stained with the remnants of her retch, now pooling below.

'He must think I'm disgusting. A trashy hoe who has no problem slurping puke-flavored schlong ️~'

He was a complete stranger, a possible enemy shinobi and she was doing this. Her empty stomach dropped and a delicious shiver ran along her figure, throbbing at her pussy.

'If he really wanted to fuck me up, he'd tell me to clean up my mess.' She licked her lips. 'Would I do it? What would he do if I didn't…~?'

"Wake up bitch," he was grabbing by her tangled locks.

That's right. Her purpose.

He was drooling. The salty dessert leaked onto the sidewalk below in a thick, unmoving string of off-white goo. It belonged in her stomach. She didn't know if she deserved it in her aching cunny.

God, she couldn't even remember her name. Did he even know her name? Not that it mattered…

"Ino!"

The jerk reaction of being awoken from her fuck fantasy based-off the previous night made her blush.

"You're supposed to be working the counter, not daydreaming young lady. What has gotten into you today?" It was the second time she had to snap her daughter from her stupor.

'More like what squeezed into me yesterday.' The blonde behind the counter continued to blush shamelessly at her own thoughts, unconcealed from her mother's gaze.

The older Yamanaka cracked a jovial grin. "Did you have fun?"

"H-have fun?" Ino stumbled over her words.

Her mother left her position from clipping the thorns to stand across the small counter of her aghast daughter.

"Mhmm. Did you have fun and did this lucky gentleman treat our Yamanaka flower right?" There was a twinkle in her eye.

Ino's mouth formed the shapes of words but nothing came out. Did her parents know of their little girl's reputation as Konoha's number-one high-class ninja slut?

Surely not. Maybe her father suspected something, he was a smart man after all (and Ino had knocked boots with a lot of his comrades within the "I and T" division). Her mother though? No way. She had to just be teasing her.

"What? You think I can't tell when a girl is romantically yearning for a special someone!?" For this, her mother dramatically clasped her hands together and looked into the distance with forlorning.

Ino sweatdropped. Her mom definitely didn't know about her reputation.

"Well? Come on, you can tell me. We can just keep it between us girls," she winked. "How did it go? What is he like?"

Ino blinked. She couldn't even really remember what he looked like, much less what his personality was like. She had been quite intoxicated.

Ino found this inharmonious as she realized that she could quite descriptively remember the cloud-nin's big black cock.

She remembered his bulging thick veins, his angry, sputtering, pisshole. She remembered the stench that had raped her oilfactories, the taste of dick cheese, dissolving on her perfect pink tongue and she remembered his vomit-covered dick turning her inside out.

Ino did everything in her power not to keep the heat from rising past her neck.

'How did it go?'

She couldn't tell her mother that she let a stranger use her throat as a fucktoy and then dick her down with his unwashed log of meat before leaving her passed out behind a dumpster with her sopping cunt on display for any passerby.

"Uhhhh…"

*Ding-Ding-Ding*

'Saved by the bell.'

Ino and her mother turned towards the storefront to greet the entering customer.

"Welcome to Yamanaka flowers," the mother-daughter duo began in a sing-song voice.

"Oh, hello there dear. Come to pick more petunia's for Uzumaki-san?" Ino's mother smiled sweetly at the shy Hyuga princess.

Like whenever Naruto was the focus of the conversation, a rose tint adorned the pale girl's cheeks.

"Yes." A quick and soft reply.

Ino froze. 'Hinata.'

~ This didn't really help me with my Hinata problem either ~

'That's what that cloud-nin had said, but why? Did Hinata know him?'

Ino curiously observed the massively endowed beauty as her mother gathered the assortment.

'No way. But what if? What if I can see him again?' Ino bit her lip. 'It didn't hurt to ask.'

When Hinata walked up to the counter with her collection, the exact amount of money on-hand, the white-eyed girl asked Ino a question first.

"Ino-san, what happened to your wrist?"

The questioned kunoichi looked at her wrist in surprise, below her palm was the faintest bruise. She grabbed it out of reflex and blushed. It was a result of him droppering her after he had finished…using her.

Ino relented a weak chuckle, "Oh, you know, just training," she awkwardly flexed her wrist as if to show there was nothing suspicious about it.

"I see," the Byakugan user squeaked as she handed the money to Ino.

"By the way Hinata," Ino started rather abruptly, "you wouldn't have happened to any strange people around have you? You know, a little weird?"

Ino wore a strained smile as she asked this, the implication of the question was rather lewd and she didn't want to give away too many details in fear that Hinata knew something she didn't.

The lithe girl worried that it might be the latter due to Hinata's slow response. Something about her question must have struck a chord.

'There's that word again. Weird. It keeps following me. Ino-san wouldn't tease me like this, would she?'

Hinata frowned and uncharacteristically stared the other girl down. A rather adorably cute look on the otherwise unsure young woman.

'No, Ino-san wouldn't do that,' her face softened.

"I-"

Ino's mother gasped as strong gusts of winds circulated the greenhouse flower shop. Ino and Hinata sprung into action with Hinata activating her Byakugan and resting into her family-famed gentle-fist taijutsu stance.

Ino pulled a kunai and ran to the end of the isle to defend her disoriented mother.

At the small open-floor space of the room, between where the two kunoichi were positioned kneeled a Konoha anbu. Though, there was something peculiar about this anbu. Something that was just…off. A fact that both girls took note of.

"Hyuga Hinata. Yamanaka Ino. Hokage-sama has summoned you both for an emergency assignment. Please follow me," he was still kneeling.

"That's wonderful! Lady Tsunade has recovered?" Even when excited, Hinata's voice was still soft. The anbu showed no response to the question.

"How do we know you are who you say you are?" Ino spoke up. At this, the shinobi lifted his head and turned towards Ino, her guard still up.

He took off his right glove before making four ninja hand signs, two of which she had never seen. He held his right hand out by the wrist, palm upright, before his hand began to shake violently. The kanji for Heel materialized in an angry magma-like color. A black scroll slowly rose from the hand; from the kanji.

It looked painful but if it was, the anbu didn't show wordlessly tossed the scroll to Ino. The mind walker opened it skeptically, still watching the anbu that was watching her soulessly behind a mask.

[ A Rank ]

Chunin Yamanaka Ino and Hyuga Hinata are to escort the Rokudaime Hokage Shimura Danzo to the Land of Iron for the Kage Summit event with the assistance of [Redacted] and the Samui cell originated from Kumogakure.

Status: EMERGENCY

Ino processed what she was reading. 'Rokudaime Hokage? Land of Iron? Kage Summit? Kumo?' It was too crazy not to believe.

"Ino-san?"

Ino looked up from the scroll, to across the room at her dump-truck ass teammate.

"We should go," her expression unreadable.

A/N: Again this was supposed to be a much longer chapter but I split it into two parts because I got lazy. Please let me know what you think, flame, praise, and advice appreciated.