One particularly well known knuckleheaded ninja... And he's pretty taken aback.

Naruto was having a small blast as he walked back towards his old apartment. His return to Konoha had gone pretty darn well, if he did say so himself. Things hadn't changed all that much in his view, other than Tsunade's face on the Hokage Monument. As much fun as he made of her, he had definitely appreciated seeing her position had been acknowledged.

Sakura was pretty as always, though she had seemed offended when he had told her that she hadn't changed at all. But the thing was, he liked her physique, slender as it was. That wasn't to say he didn't enjoy more generous curves, he simply enjoyed slender and voluptuous feminine bodies equally. Both had their own charms. He'd meant what he said in the best possible way, dang it! Of course, finding out he was the only one of his group still a genin, unless one was to count Sasuke, had been a bit of a blow to his ego.

Then there was Kakashi, who had very much appreciated his little gift, which had come in handy when they redid the bell test, and Naruto had threatened to spoil it to distract Kakashi long enough to take the bells. He had them claimed that he hadn't read it at all and thus, couldn't spoil it.

To be honest... That was a fib he told Kakashi for a couple reasons: one, just to mess with him further. And second, he didn't want to seem like a pervert... He was a bit of one, granted, but he was no Pervy Sage! Naruto shuddered a bit as he thought about Jiraiya's antics... At least the old pervert didn't do anything worse than peeping on unsuspecting women, but the fact remained, they didn't consent to be on display for him! ...though maybe Naruto would succumb to temptation to do it if Sakura was in the bathhouse... "No, bad thoughts, bad brain!" he mentally chastised himself, slapping his cheeks.

He ignored a few people muttering about him being back, the comments about him being a Demon and whatnot. He was far too used to them. Though he was tempted to point to his headband and challenge them to repeat themselves... Nah, that would only be fighting fear with fear. Better to work on being a model Shinobi they couldn't find good reason to criticize... Well, as model as he could be anyway. He did do a lot of things his own way.

He took a turn into an alley, a small shortcut to his apartment, when his toe impacted something. He blinked and looked down. "What the?" he muttered aloud, picking it up and examining it. It was a golden object of some kind. "Hey, I think I saw something like these during our stint in Wind Country," he remarked to himself. "...though Pervy Sage was WAY more interested in the girls in those dancer outfits than the cultural items," he chuckled. THAT one, he couldn't hold against Jiraiya. The women in question did choose to wear those.

He began to brush some dust off the lamp, thinking it might look nice as a decoration in his place somewhere, when the lamp suddenly shook violently in his hands, and a cloud of glittering purple smoke exploded out from the spout of the lamp. "The hell!?" he shouted, leaping back, dropping the lamp and a spring loaded kunai shooting out from his sleeve with a quick wrist motion and into his waiting hand.

He stood at the ready, assessing the potential threat as the smoke coalesced into a very attractive figure. She had amazing curves, clad in the top half of a violet and gold-accented Suna dancer's outfit, with golden armbands and rings and a collar. Her skin was snowy white, an ethereal sort of beauty, with ripples along it that seemed reminiscent of reptilian scales. The outfit was translucent, allowing him to see her pointed, violet nipples poking through, her lips the same shade, and curled upwards in an elated smile. Her hair was spiky, in a ponytail, her eyes peacefully shut, her back arched in a manner meant to put herself on display. Instead of legs, her lower half consisted of a long, slender tail of the mist, remaining connected to the spout of the lamp, going up to her hips, which flared out as the thickest part of the tail, which smoothly transitioned into the smooth skin of her exposed midriff, her tight belly button containing an amethyst.

Naruto stared at the beauty, an unearthly and sensual aura coming off of her. He still refused to let his guard down though, reminded way too much of Orochimaru with her serpentine appearance. Though she did look familiar in a different way... where had he seen her before? Her eyes slowly cracked open, revealing her golden eyes with slit pupils. There was a clear soft mischievousness and air of devotion in her gaze as she stared at Naruto. "Greetings, my Master," she said in a breathy, eager tone as she clasped her hands together, making Naruto stiffen, mistaking it for a hand sign briefly, before he relaxed slightly as she bowed, her whole posture exuding deference. "I am the current Sex Genie of the Lamp... How may I serve you?"

"I'm... Sorry, what?" Naruto questioned. "Who are you? You better start talking now. Are you one of Orochimaru's followers?"

Anko blinked, but didn't feel offended in the slightest. It was a query from her beloved Master, after all, he could do little to actually upset her, and looking over herself, she had to admit, it was a reasonable assumption. Not the same level as the stubborn discrimination she faced daily from the idiots who refused to trust her, at any rate. "Hardly, Master..." she assured him. "I WAS his former apprentice before he left the village, but I assure you, I want nothing to do with him. Other than putting a kunai through his throat, but that's neither here nor there... Perhaps you'd recognize me better like this?" she mused, focusing and shifting her body.

Color returned to her skin, the ripple effect fading, her lips and nipples returning to their usual colors, as did her eyes, the slits of her pupils rounding back out. She now looked much the same as before, though she did leave the scars and other imperfections out. The lamp had gone further than usual when it changed her body, sensing the snake themes, and running with them, but gave her free access to mostly her former appearance, and she could shift between them unless forbidden to by her Master or Mistress. Of course, she preferred neither one. Whatever her Master preferred, was her preference as well. "Better?"

"...not much! You're that crazy snake lady that licked my blood during the Chunin Exams!" Naruto exclaimed, pointing at her as recognition dawned in his features.

"Oh yeah, I did do that, didn't I?" Anko laughed, covering her mouth. "Not to worry Master... I won't do that again... Unless of course, you WANT me to..."

"Wait, wait, wait, slow down... What the hell is happening here?" Naruto asked, raising his hands.

Anko simply smiled, completely understanding her new Master's confusion: this WAS a lot to take in, and as eager as she was to get to letting him have his way with her, she was content to do things at his pace, not her own.

(This is going to be a collaborative project between myself and Admira. We'll essentially be alternating chapters, maybe one of us occasionally writing two.)