The Fox's Warning
The forest bordering the Land of Fire hummed with tension under a gray afternoon sky, the air thick with the scent of pine and impending rain. Naruto Uzumaki led his team through the trees, his orange jacket torn from the ravine fight, the "Saruto" pendant heavy in his pocket. Sasuke moved beside him, Sharingan glinting faintly, his silence a steady pressure. Sakura trailed a step behind, her green eyes shadowed, her desperation from last night still raw, her face flushed from Kurama's takeover. Shikamaru, Temari, and Kankuro fanned out, their steps sharp, tracking the rogues' latest trail after Kurotsuchi's intel pointed north.
Naruto's mind churned, Sakura's lips on him, Kurotsuchi's screams, Kurama's growl: "Saruto's closer, your blood, your fight." The pendant burned against his thigh, Sansuke's echo louder with every rogue clash. "Stay sharp," he said, voice low, breaking the quiet. "Echo's out there, maybe that scroll guy too. They're not done."
Temari smirked, fan ready. "Good. I owe her a smackdown."
Sasuke's gaze flicked to Naruto. "You're distracted, again. Get it together."
Naruto grinned, masking the weight. "I'm fine, teme. Just ready to kick ass."
They crested a ridge, spotting a ruin below, an old border outpost, its stone walls cracked, rogue tents dotting the clearing. Crates glowed faintly, that eerie tech humming. Shikamaru crouched, pointing. "Same setup, too organized. They're building something."
Before Naruto could reply, Echo dropped from the trees, cloak billowing, gray eyes glinting behind her mask. "Uzumaki," she purred, clapping her hands, sound waves slammed the team back, splintering bark. "Sansuke's comrade sends regards." Sasuke darted forward, Chidori crackling, but she dodged, her agility uncanny, turning on Naruto. "He was right, you're fun."
Naruto roared, Kurama's chakra flaring, orange claws slashing as she danced away, her jutsu cracking the air. "Who's Saruto?" he shouted, Rasengan spinning. She smirked, dodging. "Sansuke's comrade, sent back to test you. You're passing, barely." Sasuke flanked her, blade flashing, their teamwork tight, but she held ground, taunting, "He knew you'd fight like this, reckless, fierce."
A shadow loomed, more rogues, their leader absent, but Echo tossed a kunai at Naruto's feet, its seal pulsing, then clapped, vanishing as Temari's wind grazed her. "Troublesome bitch," Shikamaru muttered, snatching the kunai. "Same tech, future stuff."
Sasuke grabbed Naruto's arm as he lunged after her, pulling him back. "She's baiting you, again. Focus." His Sharingan caught Naruto's eye, for a heartbeat their bond steadied, Sasuke's save a quiet echo of trust.
Back at Konoha, dusk settled, rain tapping the rooftops. Naruto slumped at his apartment, the pendant and kunai on the table, Kurama's voice cutting through: "Sansuke's future-born, brat, his chakra's yours, twisted by time. She's the same. It's creeping closer."
"Future-born?" Naruto muttered, rubbing his face. "What the hell."
A knock, Ino and Tenten at his door, grins wide. "Heard you're the hero again," Ino teased, blonde hair loose, her curves sharp under her purple top. Tenten smirked, weapons pouch clinking, her tight pants hugging her legs. "Thought we'd cheer you up."
Naruto laughed, tension easing. "You two, trouble, huh?" Ino stepped in, hips swaying, pressing close, her floral scent hitting him. "You need it," she purred, lips grazing his ear. Tenten followed, playful, nudging him. "Let's play."
The room shifted, playful turned steamy fast. Ino shoved him onto the bed, stripping her top, breasts full, nipples hard, straddling his lap. "No clones, just us," she whispered, unzipping him, her hand stroking his cock, thick, pulsing. Tenten peeled off her gear, tan skin bared, lean and toned, her ass firm as she knelt beside him, kissing his neck, her tongue teasing.
"Fuck," Naruto groaned as Ino sank onto him, her pussy tight, wet, gripping him as she rode slow, then fast, her moans sharp, hips rolling with a teasing edge. Tenten's hands roamed, cupping his balls, rolling them, then joined Ino, kissing her hard, tongues clashing, their breasts pressed together. "More," Ino gasped, and Tenten straddled his face, her pussy dripping, musky, grinding down as he licked deep, tongue swirling her clit, her thighs trembling.
Ino bounced harder, "Yes, Naruto!" her walls clenching, dripping down his shaft. Tenten moaned loud, "Right there!" her juices flooding his mouth as he sucked, her orgasm hitting, body quaking. Ino followed, her cry piercing, pussy pulsing as she came, soaking him, Naruto thrusting up, cum spilling inside her, thick and hot.
They swapped, Tenten riding him now, her pussy tighter, bouncing fierce, acrobatic, her moans wild as Ino knelt, licking where they joined, tongue flicking his balls, then Tenten's clit. "Fuck, girls," he growled, gripping Tenten's hips, thrusting deep, her ass slapping his thighs, Ino's tongue relentless. Tenten came, screaming, gushing, Ino lapping it up, Naruto's load bursting again, filling her, dripping out as Ino sucked it clean.
They collapsed, Ino grinning, Tenten panting, Naruto breathless between them. "Trouble, huh?" he laughed, grabbing Jiraiya's book, scribbling: Shadows hunt, flames dance, play cuts the dark. Kurama growled, "Echo's right, Sansuke's from ahead, testing you. Saruto's next."
Naruto froze, Ino's warmth, Tenten's heat grounding him as Sansuke's future loomed, Saruto's name a whisper growing louder.