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Feeding Frenzy	By : EvilFuzzy Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Sakura Views: 27321 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Feeding Frenzy
A Naruto WTFbunny
By
EvilFuzzy9

WARNING: This fanfic depicts activities of an adult nature between characters who would be minors in the real world. The author of this fic does not endorse such things being done by minors in real life, and in fact strongly discourages minors from reading this, and also from participating in any and all such activities until they are at the age of majority/consent as defined in the laws or customs of their state or principality.
VORE WARNING: This fanfic also happens to be based heavily in the fetish, or paraphilia, of vorarephilia. In layman's terms, people will be eaten, and it will be treated as either comical or erotic, depending on context. If this confuses or disgusts you, then please click on the back button in your web browser of choice. Furthermore, the author would also like to emphasize the distinction between fantasy and reality, and how never the twain should meet.
(an interlude in response to a certain reviewer's worries... ;P)

"I never imagined you to be the sort to take such risks as this, Hiruzen, my old friend..."
The Third Hokage sighed, hearing the voice of a man he loved and hated like a brother. He did not even need to turn around to identify the speaker.
"Hello, Danzo," he said, staring out the window in his office, overlooking the village for which he had given so much. "I see you have come crawling from your hole to pester me once again on that matter. But my answer has not changed."
Danzo's cane clicked against the tile floor of the hokage's office as he approached his friend and rival's desk.
"For once," said the old war hawk gruffly, "I am not here about the Uchiha. Rather, I have recently heard some most unsettling news... It is not like you, Hiruzen, to make such drastic and sudden changes in longstanding policy. Particularly not where pertaining to the legality of those forbidden hiden."
Sarutobi's shoulders slumped, exhaustion seeming to immediately settle upon his frame.
"You know?" he said.
"Of course I do," replied Danzo. "I keep my ears close to the ground. Precisely for reasons like this."
Hiruzen turned around, finally, to face the head of a certain 'defunct' branch of the ANBU black ops. His eyes widened infinitesimally when he saw the dark circles visible under the man's one working eye, and how messily were wrapped the bandages about his head. He looked distinctly bedraggled, as though he had gotten dressed in haste.
The Sandaime saw the smallest hint of what may have been genuine concern in Danzo's posture and expression.
"Yes..." said Sarutobi softly meaningfully. "...near even to the deepest roots of the village...."
Morosely, he took a slow drag of his pipe, inhaling the soothing and sweetly pungent smoke. With a subtle movement of his free hand, Hiruzen pulled the shades close over the window, plunging his office into a gloomy murk.
Dark environs for dark business.
"What is your angle, Hiruzen?" said Danzo, unaffected by the sudden shift to darkness in the office. His eye was more suited to dim dusk and twilight, anyway. "To authorize the use of so many kinjutsu... so many unholy clan arts which your predecessors had banned so strictly, and sealed away so completely... What is your angle?"
"Konoha is in dire straits..." replied the Third Hokage, jaw grimly set. "If Naruto were to..."
"Yes, Naruto..." murmured Danzo, eyeing his rival a little darkly. "He is in contact with the kyuubi, is he not?"
Hiruzen grimaced.
"Don't try to start that old argument again, Danzo. You know perfectly well why I did what I did."
"That doesn't mean I agree with it," Shimura said stolidly. "The boy has cannibalized two Leaf citizens, and enslaved a third. Two of them shinobi, and one his own teammate."
"Make that four, now..." murmured Hiruzen. "Just this morning he took Sasuke Uchiha under his sway, also."
Danzo's one eye narrowed. He was quiet for several long seconds, saying nothing.
"That... is not good," he muttered at last, looking distinctly paler. "For the last Uchiha to be..."
"I know..." said Hiruzen. "Having him so close with Naruto was a considerable risk to begin with, and now..."
"Now his sharingan is as good as in the hands of the kyuubi..." murmured Danzo, fingers tightly gripping the handle of his cane.
"No," replied the Third. "Not quite... Naruto-kun has a strong will, despite his age. His mind will not be subsumed so easily, or so quickly."
"His actions would seem to say otherwise," Danzo retorted.
"...he has his reasons, I am sure..." said Hiruzen quietly. "But still, even as resolute as hey may be, we cannot ignore the matter at hand. There is a reason I was opposed to training him in the use of the kyuubi's power before he was ready. Even Kushina needed to wait several years before she was able to master the Fox's hatred and rebuff its malicious intentions."
"Then by that logic, is there not also a high risk of the kyuubi completely overwhelming Naruto?" responded Danzo shrewdly.
Sarutobi sighed.
"My hopes are that it does not, but they may yet prove themselves vain," he said grimly.
"Konoha, as it stands, does not have the manpower to fight off a bijuu at full strength. Least of all the Nine-Tails," Danzo stated matter-of-factly. "And if the kyuubi devours Naruto's mind, I have no doubts that the Hidden Leaf Village will be its next target."
"Yes..." said Hiruzen slowly. "I know. I know this better than anyone."
"That's why, isn't it?" said Danzo shrewdly, eyeing his old friend. "Why you are doing all of this..."
The Third looked guiltily at a small, nondescript phial on his desktop. Its sides were transparent, but he knew that within lay a bubbling, golden ambrosia.
"...yes," he said. "Permitting the use of those kinjutsu, those abhorrent hiden... that is all to bolster the strength of our village in its time of need. The children are our future."
"You hope that the clans will empower their most talented youths with those unholy rituals and pacts, don't you? All so they become strong enough to act as a counterbalance against Naruto and the kyuubi... and his teammates... should the worst come to pass."
"Yes," said Hiruzen. "And no. They will become strong, certainly, maybe strong enough even to fight Naruto in the event that he should lose himself to the Nine-Tails completely... but even with those techniques at their disposal once more, it will take time to cultivate such ability."
"Time that the village may not necessarily have," Danzo guessed. "But are you so certain of this, Hiruzen...? I fear you may not appreciate fully the terrible potential that you have unleashed... Using the deaths of the many to fuel the growth of a chosen, elite few. 'The weak are meat; the strong eat.' Many clans have kinjutsu which exemplify such sacrificial ways of thinking."
"Yet we also cannot afford to lose too much manpower," responded Hiruzen. "Maybe, by consolidating half the collective power of the Hidden Leaf Village into a few talented youths, we could create soldiers strong enough to rebuff even a fully unleashed kyuubi, but those few would only be able to take so many missions at a time, whereas the many and mediocre could take many more missions, if ones of lesser rank. We must think of the long term, also, Danzo."
The head of Root glanced conspicuously at the incospicuous phial on his old rival's desk.
"...that's why you procured that, isn't it...?" he muttered. "For a more... immediate... solution to our little problem."
"You know what this is," said Hiruzen quietly, evenly. "Don't you?"
"The medicine your pupil so dearly tried to recreate..." breathed Danzo. "That legendary elixir of life... it was in Enma's keeping, wasn't it?"
Hiruzen nodded. "Strongest beneath heaven, unbreakable and cunning, a trickster without peer... he who stole immortality from the gods, in the myths of old..." He sighed, looking and sounding exceedingly weary. "I had hoped I should never have to use this..." he murmured. "My life has been long enough as it is. Were it my choice, I would gladly go in peace to the beyond."
"But it is not your choice," observed Danzo. "Your life is not yours alone."
"Yes," said Hiruzen. "I belong to Konoha, to the Hidden Leaf. And the village still needs me."
"It needs the God of Shinobi," retorted Danzo. "Are you sure that you still have the strength in those old bones...?"
"I will," said Hiruzen. "With this, the Monkey King's secret medicine, the God of Shinobi will be born anew."
"Hmph. If that concoction is half as potent as legends say, then the God of Shinobi won't just be reborn... he will become something like a REAL god. A true apotheosis."
"Immortality," sighed Hiruzen longsufferingly. "How loathsome, that I should stoop to this. To defy the natural order is a terrible crime... but as Hokage it is my duty to bear the darkness of this village as much as the light."
"As long as Konoha needs you, huh...?" murmured Danzo. He harrumphed. "With the state of these younger generations, that may be a very long time."
"Yes," said Hiruzen morosely. "Orochimaru... Minato... Sakumo... Those who had the potential to exceed me have all passed away, or else turned aside from the right path. The only one now left who might yet surpass me, given enough time, is also the one at rsk of being lost forever to the Nine-Tails."
Danzo hummed thoughtfully. "You have much faith in that Uzumaki boy..." he mused.
"He is his father's son," said Hiruzen. "And his mother's also. I see in him a seed of greatness to outdo even the First... and even myself, who once was called the strongest of the hokage..."
"Some still call you that," Danzo remarked.
"Even now?" said Hiruzen, mildly surprised. He shook his head, exhaling wistfully. "Ah, if only that were true..."
"But when you drink that..."
"Yes," murmured the Third. "I will regain that which my body has lost over so many long years of wear and tear."
"And Naruto?"
"I can only hope that his situation merits no more than this... no more than preparations for the worst case scenario." He grabbed the phial, and drank.
Danzo watched him.
"You can hope," he said.

In the Inuzuka compound, Kiba Inuzuka, twelve-and-a-half years old, was lying down on a table, naked. A modestly-sized erection stood up proudly from his pelvis, a boner which his blushing sister reluctantly stoked with hesitant kisses and nibbles and licks.
Hana, like her brother, was completely in the nude. Her breasts, goodly sized and shapely, ovoid and sumptuous, dangled pendulously from her torso. He posterior, generous and round, was thrust out behind her. Kiba's partner, Akamaru, was growling and humping Hana, his fur red as the ninja hound thrust a deceptively large dick into the sexy vet's vagina.
"Is... this really necessary...?" Hana asked her mother, sweaty and grunting from the feeling of her brother's partner fucking her quite literally doggy-style.
Tsume, as naked as her son and her daughter, with a muscular body yet laden with fairly generous curves, was stroking off her own partner, Kuromaru, with one hand while providing hand-and-footjobs to Hana's Haimaru triplets. She had a lewd, viciously horny expression on her face, and her cunt was soaking wet.
"Of course it is," she told her daughter. "If we want this ritual to work, then Kiba needs to be injected with a precise mixture of fluids including (but not limited to) canine semen, Inuzuka blood, and breastmilk. Otherwise, nothing will happen when we feed him those tired old geezers."
"Okay..." said Hana, sighing. "...but why do I have to do him as well?"
Tsume shrugged nonchalantly, licking her lips as the sight of semen spurting from one of the Haimaru's dicks.
"Brother sister incest is hot," was her crass and shameless reply.
Hana huffed.
"So immature..." she muttered. "This had better work."
"Mah, don't worry," said Tsume. "It will. Once Kiba puts down and chows down those crippled old vets, he'll transform into one of THOSE... and then he'll be able to turn you and me."
Hana grimaced.
"Um, yeah, but... if I understand the ritual right," she mumbled, "won't that make us his... well... er... bitches?"
"Oh, so maybe it's not a perfect plan," said Tsume dismissively. "But like hell am I gonna let that Uzumaki punk show up the Inuzuka clan!"
Hana sighed, shaking her head. Resignedly, she probed the slit of her brother's head with the tip of her tongue.
"You and your damn pride..." she muttered irritably, right before Kiba busted a nut all over her face.

"Forbidden Art: Parasite Puppetry," said Shibi Aburame, forming one final handseal. The hermetic array on which his son was lying naked let out an intense flash of light, briefly illuminating the dark and sterile subterranean chamber, before promptly dissipating.
The kikaichu queen which had rested up until that point in the palm of his wife's hand, dormant, now stirred, awakening.
A buzz ran through the Aburame compound like ripples through the surface of a pond. Every kikai bug in every Aburame reacted at once to the consciousness of the queen. And the mother of all kikaichu took wing, flying from the clan head's wife's hand to the erect, slightly-smaller-than-average manhood of Shino Aburame. It burrowed at once into the boy's penile flesh, which grew swiftly in response, doubling in length and girth with frightful immediacy.
Shibi saw his son's erection, and just barely smiled.
"Attend to him, dear," he instructed his wife. "The final step is at hand... once Shino ejaculates into you, the ritual will be complete. The power and experience of the entire Aburame clan will be concentrated and consolidated into the body of our son.'
"Yes," said his wife serenely. "We will become just like our allies, the kikaichu. We will be freed of this woeful individuality... a true hivemind will be born for the first time in generations."
"And our son will be its king," said Shibi determinedly.
"The true power of this clan has lain dormant for far too long..." droned Shino lowly, stirring. "Come, mother. The queen yearns. We must sate her lust... and my own."
"But of course, son," his mother murmured softly, nodding her understanding. "Only then will the full potential of our insect pact be unleashed."
Standing up, she let her kimono fall to the floor, baring a slender, pale body. Her figure was pockmarked with the burrows of kikaichu, innumerable minuscule holes gnawed into every part of her fair, womanly body.
She walked over to Shino, lustfully sashaying her hips. With no compunctions or regrets, she impaled herself lewdly and promptly on her son's engorged and colonized manhood.
The individuality of the Aburame clan died. Shino was the only survivor.
He was now their king.

Choji looked appreciatively over the vast, cornucopious spread of meat over which his mother had labored so attentively for so long. Every conceivable cut of flesh was there, prepared in every way you could imagine. Grilled, baked, roasted, fried, boiled, barbecued, basted and pan seared. And every portion was complimented perfectly by its side dishes, adorned and garnished with every kind of vegetable and dressing, cooked to mouthwatering perfection.
It was also, it should be noted, all human meat. A carnal, cannibal buffet.
Choji glanced longingly over thinly sliced and braised buttocks, fatty fried breasts, chopped and roasted phalluses, grilled cunts and boiled testicles, as well as everything else you could possibly cook from mammalian organs and muscles. Even the marrow from the bones had been painstaking extracted and included in the dishes.
He licked his lips, feeling absently embarrassed by his own nudity, and by the erection which protruded cockily and inch or two below his rotund belly. He wasn't sure whether it made him feel hornier or hungrier, to know that all of this meat had not even a day ago been living, breathing human beings like himself.
"...and ALL of this... is for me?" Choji asked his father wonderingly, the man having done most of the actual cooking himself once the boy's own mother had put herself on the spit to roast.
Choza nodded, smiling proudly at the gleeful expression on his son's face.
"Savor it, Choji," he told him. "Not only our fellow clansmen, but many nice and lovely civilians also all gave up their lives so you could have this meal. Do not waste a single bite of it, or you will dishonor them all."
"I won't, dad..." said Choji, drooling a little. "Mmm, it smells so delicious..."
Aroused in both appetites, the young Akimichi began to masturbate as he ogled the countless cuts of human flesh, observing presentations both innocuous and obscene.
"That, is the smell of the Akimichi's future, son," said Choza. "And yours, too. Eat up. Grow big and strong on the flesh of your family and fellow villagers. Their hopes, their dreams will live on through you. Carry them proudly, Choji, as the future head of this clan!"
Choji nodded in understanding. Even as he continued to masturbate, he began his feast.

Shikamaru watched resignedly as several of his former clanmembers were drawn down bodily into the shadow which stretched across the floor. Like quicksand his shadow was swallowing them up, slowly but surely.
They were smiling at him. They were all naked, all horny, and all engaged in furious sexual congress as he "ate" them with his shadow.
He watched also as the several angry, hogtied mercenaries and ronin his family had "hired" for a special "mission" were drawn down, seemingly into the floor, along with those clanmembers who had stepped forward and offered themselves to be sacrificed to the clan head's son.
"The minds and shadows of my flesh and blood, huh..." murmured Shikamaru, watching as his father eagerly fucked some of the younger and prettier members of the Nara clan. He too was naked, and sinking slowly but inescapably into his son's outstretched shadow. "...and the expendable bodies of hired swords, too..."
Shikamaru was naked. Half in spite of himself, he had a considerable erection. Morbidly, he found himself greatly enjoying what was happening. He was getting shamefully aroused as these dozens of people sank into his shadow, being slowly swallowed up by an endless darkness.
Fortunately his mother, Yoshino, was kneeling down on the floor before him, situated safely between the 'legs' of her son's shadow. Her cheeks puffed out obscenely as she sucked on Shikamaru's cock, pleasuring her own son so lewdly and shamelessly whilst also wiggling and shaking her generous MILF booty for the viewing pleasure of those about to die, letting them go out on a high note besides the obvious.
"It's for your own good, Shikamaru..." grunted the genin's father as he vigorously banged the ass of a cute, fourteen year old clansman. "The hokage has finally lifted the ban on these kinjutsu... we can't let the other clans outstrip us. We need you to have every edge we can give you."
"Warriors of shadow..." murmured Yoshino, her cheeks beet red and her pussy soaking wet. "...the minds and experience of so many Nara..." she continued, her bountiful ass shaking like jelly. "These will serve you well, my son."
Shikamaru sighed.
"What a drag..." he muttered. "So much for an average, unremarkable career."

Ino's pussy was stretched out and distended. Her hips and pelvis were reddened and covered with ugly, splotchy bruises. Semen and feminine juices covered her thighs and her belly and every inch of her groin. Her breasts were red, puffy, and swollen. Her eyes were strangely dull and unfocused.
The bodies of countless Yamanaka clansmen and women lay motionless, comatose on the floor all around Ino. IVs connected her to an external chakra tank, and complext medical equipment beeped and whirred as it observed her brainwaves and vitals.
"Her brainwaves are nearing singularity," said Inoichi to his wife, glancing stoically over the monitors and graphs. "A couple more, and she will have achieved full transsentience."
His wife didn't reply verbally. She was too busy sucking him off, keeping him good and erect.
So she just nodded a little.
"Don't worry, sweetie," said Inoichi, glancing now over at his daughter. "Once this is all over, you'll understand why we had to do this." He smiled wryly. "Hell, I daresay you'll understand damn near EVERYTHING... although it's doubtful you'll remember how to say as much to us mere mortals..."
Another minor member of the Yamanaka clan, a female, stepped forward into the room.
"I'm here for assimilation," was all she said.
Inoichi grinned, casually leering at the young woman's naked body.
"You know what to do," he told her. "Make Ino come, and make sure you're looking her straight in the eyes when she does."
The girl nodded, and proceeded to do exactly as instructed. She fondled Ino's breasts, fingered her pussy, stroking her thighs and her underarms all while looking straight into the clan head's daughter's eyes.
When Ino came, the woman promptly seized up, before going limp. She collapsed, falling to the floor in a boneless heap among the bodies of her fellow clansmen, braindead and soulless but not strictly physically deceased.
"Well," said Inoichi, looking over the displays of the monitors. "Looks like my little girl just needs one more mind to push her over the horizon."
He grunted, allowing himself to come one last time into his wife's mouth.
"You'll be doing it, won't you?" she said, removing her mouth reluctantly from her husband's cock.
"I will," he answered. "Ino will achieve a power that hasn't been seen for over a century, and all thanks to her daddy."
His wife shook her head.
"You just want to come in her pussy before you die, don't you?"
Inoichi laughed. "Is that such a crime?" he said wryly.
"Probably," said his wife with a smile. She gave him one final kiss. "Goodbye, honey. I'll miss you."
Inoichi returned the kiss, before turning and walking over to his daughter.
"It's for the greater good," he said before driving his manhood clear into Ino's sore, abused cunt.
It was tighter than he would have expected.

A/N: The Hyuuga and Uchiha were the only prominent clans in the Leaf for which I could conceive no analogue to Naruto's kyuubi-enabled cannibalism boosting. Many of which happen to involve some kind of cannibalism or another. XP
I like having fun with the presented abilities of guys like the Yamanaka and the Akimichi and figuring out thematically appropriate power ups and abilities for them. :D
Also, no Naruto this chapter, but this should alleviate worries that our favorite feisty jinchuuriki won't face some stiff competition later on as things develop. :)
Updated: 2-1-14
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