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Nightly Reminder	By : FieldDranzer Category: Naruto > General Views: 9098 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor did I make any money from writing this. I wrote this story for my own enjoyment.

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A/N: I've had this idea written down for a while, and I finally decided to just get through it and write it up. Featuring one of the rarer girls as its main character, we follow Tenten through the aftermath of events beyond her control. This is a companion piece to "Prying Eyes," but you don't have to have read that one to follow what happens here. The same goes for all the stories in that timeline, so to speak.
Now, it's time to get on with the story. It's always fun to hear what people think, but do remember that there's a difference between constructive criticism and critique. If you don't like the pairings I've used for previous stories, then this one should be okay. Probably.
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Nightly Reminder

The end of an era had come quicker than anyone could ever fathom, but with it, the era of peace and prosperity sank down upon the village hidden in the Leaf. In the aftermath of the war, a science division had sprung up, and in time, as more and more people moved into the village, it had grown considerably; both in size and population.

Although, with that very influx of activity, a new residential district had sprung up.

Snapping her eyes wide awake in bed, Tenten darted up, gasping for breath as her body quivered in the aftermath of the dream she had awoken from. Beneath the thin covers of her bed, her body shook, sweat glistened across her skin, and the naked kunoichi couldn’t help but press a hand to her chest to make sure that her heart remained where it was.

As the seconds ticked by into minutes however, her heartbeat steadied itself, her breathing came under control, and her expression shifted into one of mild annoyance.

It was always the same, both the dream and the noise. Throwing a glance towards the clock atop her nightstand, the brunette clicked her tongue. A few minutes past midnight, the same time as always.

In the years that followed after the end of the Fourth Great Shinobi War, she had acquired a reputation of sorts. She, the weapons mistress of the Leaf, was the single known person to possess the ninja tools left behind by the Sage of the Six Paths. Her prestige came in the form of a collector, and on more than one occasion, she had been in contact with the current Raikage in regards to the state of the urn that had once been theirs.

Slumping down into her bed, Tenten released yet another sigh as her mind lingered upon the new Raikage. He was strong enough to cull a village such as theirs, but the more her thoughts lingered, the more her eyebrows furrowed. How many times she had told him that she had no intention of relinquishing her grasp on the urn was beyond her, but needless to say, her annoyance arose whenever she caught him looking.

Yes, the new Raikage had checked her out. Repeatedly.

Before she could so much as contemplate her grief any further, the sounds that haunted her even in her dreams echoed forth anew, and with them, Tenten rolled around and pressed a pillow against either ear.

Audible screams, delightful cries, and the most sensual moans she could ever imagine resounded through her neighborhood, echoing from one of the residences somewhere nearby. Even with a pillow pressed down against her ear, Tenten could still envision it, all the while suppressing the low grunts of a male.

In her mind’s eye, she could see the woman, naked atop their bed, back arching in time with their thrusts, whilst her mouth was undoubtedly agape in an unending cacophony of pleasurable squeals. Although, the greatest difference in her mind was that whoever was station between the woman’s legs was not a man, but rather, it was herself.

Within her mind, clad in naught more than a skin tight latex bodysuit Tenten unconsciously rubbed her thighs together in her bed, imagining herself in the place of the unworthy man; a strap-on fastened around her waist and thighs. Time and time again, she would imagine herself thrusting it inside of a faceless woman’s snatch, time and time again, she would lean down to fondle the woman’s breasts, and time and time again, her breathing would hitch, a slight whimpering moan escaping her lips as she subconsciously rubbed her thighs together.

However long she remained like that, Tenten could never tell, for she was as caught up in her fantasies as her neighbors were terrorizing the neighborhood with their rampant sex life. Alas, far quicker than her virtual self would have allowed, a high pitched moan echoed throughout the neighborhood; the cries of a woman in the midst of orgasmic bliss.

Biting her bottom lip where she lay, Tenten cast a near aggravated glance towards her alarm clock once more, grumbling to herself while taking in how much time had truly passed. From ten past midnight, the couple had gone on for close to an hour, haunting the neighborhood with their rampant cries of pleasure, whilst she herself was left in place, forced to endure the endless torment that was another woman’s joy.

As their cries died down, the proud kunoichi reached her arm out towards her nightstand, pulling up a drawer to withdraw one of her more unique scrolls; a pink heart being stamped along its back.

If nothing else, as she unsealed a particularly powerful vibrator, the brunette would have something interesting to tell the girls when next they met up…

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“It’s not funny!” Tenten whined, slumping down against the smooth table within their private booth.

Across from her, both of her blonde friends laughed to themselves, all whilst her pink haired friend gave her a near apologetic look. It was always the same. Their weekly girls’ night out, acquiring a private booth for them to talk amongst themselves about whatever topic was too inappropriate for the public eye. Alas, the subject at hand was one that had haunted Tenten for nearly a week already.

“Have you asked your neighbors if they could… muffle themselves?” Sakura asked, coughing lightly into the back of her hand while shooting Ino a dirty look.

Resting her face against the side of her ale, Tenten’s expression soured even more, if at all possible. “I don’t know who it is yet. By the volume, you’d think that they’re nearby, but even Temari can hear them!”

Shifting their collective gazes towards the singular Sand siren amongst them, the statement was confirmed along with a rare flush spreading across the aforementioned woman’s cheeks.

Temari and Shikamaru Nara lived quite a ways away from the new residential districts, as most clan compounds were far away due to privacy restrictions. Although, it couldn’t be considered asinine to say that more than one couple could be going at it at the same time, it was far too irritating for it to be at the same time, every day.

“We, well, I may have coerced my husband into action while listening to them.” Temari put on a wry smirk, almost as if the thought was painful, only for her face to break up into a joyous chuckle. “He may very well be the one that finds it the most troublesome, having to put on quite the act to match whoever haunts our single friend~”

Letting out a sigh as the conversation once again returned to her, Tenten couldn’t help but concede. She may not be the only single woman in the Leaf, but in the company of two married women and one that was in quite the relationship, she might as well have been the only one left. Although…

“Speaking of relationships, have anyone heard from Hinata lately?”

The question had come from Tenten, a vain attempt to divert attention from herself, but at the mere mention of the indigo haired beauty, the table itself stirred. They all knew who she had started dating some time ago, and even though their prying eyes had milked a generous amount of information out of the reclusive Hyuga, they had oh so much more to ask in turn.

After all, they had been given naught more than a fictional tale about how Hinata of all women enjoyed a nice, thick Uchiha cock up her ass.

“I haven’t,” Temari began, sending a sidelong glance to her fellow blonde.

“She’s been quiet lately,” Ino continued for her friend, throwing a near helpless glance in Sakura’s direction.

“She stopped by my office a few days ago, but I can’t say much more.” Sakura finished for the trio, a deadpan tone to her voice along with a glass of wine in her hands.

Once more, the topic changed, though rather than pursuing that train of thought further, the girls returned to their sporadic chatter. Anything from shopping to the goings-on in the village was discussed, followed quickly by an invitation from Temari to join her in the Nara residence the week after.

“Shikamaru is joining Naruto-san for a conference that very weekend, so of course, I’d like nothing more than to have some company of my own.” Shuddering in her seat, Tenten could all but feel her groin warm up at the mention of Temari’s company. “Does anyone have the time?”

The flirtatious, near predatory grin that spread across the Sand siren’s lips was enough to set Tenten’s mind ablaze, for on more than one occasion, she had seen exactly what her blonde haired friend’s company was like. Dreams of leather and paddles entered her mind anew, and even before she realized it herself, their girls’ night out came to a close…

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How many days had it been?

As Tenten felt her eyes snap wide awake, she couldn’t help but ponder that question. At least a week, maybe even longer. Always after midnight, always in the weekdays when she herself demanded oh so much sleep. Yet all the same, when that woman’s moans echoed throughout the residential district, her mind was far too weak to resist it’s temptation.

Like a siren song, it lulled the brunette into a state of serenity and peace. Beneath her covers, her pussy was far too wet to resist a moment more, and as her ears perked up to listen in on those very moans, a hand snaked its way down the front of her chest.

Large, fully rounded breasts, capped with a pair of dark brown nipples to match her tanned complexion. A toned stomach and abs from a decade of hard work and dedication, a slender waist that most men would kill to have, and, placed between her toned thighs, the crown jewel of her body demanded her attention. Her clit was practically engorged when her fingers brushed up against it, swollen and wet beyond belief, but alas, her hand would remain there for naught more than a minute.

Placed at the apex of her legs, her pussy, drenched in its entirety, desired her touch, and who was she to deny herself the pleasure? As quickly as her fingers could reach its lips, they sank inside, three of her slender fingers sinking in to the knuckle in one fell swoop.

She bucked, arched her back, felt her eyes roll into the back of her head, and squirmed atop her drenched bed sheets as her fingers began to pump in and out of her greedy snatch. Oh, how long it had been since she worked herself over there. Days? Weeks? Months?

Alas, despite the sheer ecstasy that coursed through her veins, it had been no more than a few minutes since she last came.

Once more, that woman’s moans rang through the neighborhood as clear as day; a silky tone that sounded far too familiar, along with a series of shrieks that could easily be mistaken for those of a woman being claimed on the street.

The mere thought of that word, of being claimed, stuck with her, and soon enough, the ever present fantasy of being that woman’s dominant, of grasping her silky smooth hair and fondling her milky white tits faded away. In its place was something she had denied herself for as long as her old boyfriend was dead; a cock, long, thick and no more than an inch away from her weeping pussy.

In her dream, for the first time in over a decade, she allowed herself to be claimed, not by her long lost boyfriend, but by the faceless man that had finished fucking her neighbor’s pussy. In that very dream, Tenten turned her head aside, her eyes being met by the very cunt her neighbor had seemingly creampied for hours. Pink, pretty and undoubtedly stretched, a slight gape to it, and before her very eyes, a steady stream of his cum poured out from its depths.

Feeling her body tense up and her eyes snap back to the crux of the matter, Tenten’s mouth fell agape as the man before her thrust his cock into her eager womanhood, relentlessly pushing through, deeper and deeper until, with a shrill shriek from Tenten, her womb was breached…

… with an undying moan of pleasure, Tenten arched her back in bed, a spray of liquid gushing out against her hand even as her fingers continued to ravage her snatch.

Her breasts were gleaming with sweat, her muscled were tensed, her thighs were quivering, and her bed would forever be stained with her pussy’s bounty, but as her mind came back from the depths of orgasmic bliss, there was naught more than contentment on her face.

Already, her fingers were sliding in and out of her pussy anew, the faintest whimpers slipping free from her lips in time with her relentless thrusts. How she longed for a good, hard fuck, maybe with a curvaceous woman to grope; pale skin, a pristine face, perhaps even a hint of indigo colored hair…

Letting loose a low whine, Tenten gingerly eased her fingers out of her snatch, shuddering beneath her covers as the aforementioned cloth clung to her drenched core in mere moments. What she needed was a nice, hard object, preferably extra thick to make her unable to walk straight the next day.

Reaching out towards the scroll placed atop her nightstand, Tenten’s breathing hitched; the mere motion of twisting around sending a spark of pleasure up along her spine. Only one orgasm in and her nethers were that sensitive.

For the briefest moment, the highlight of her fantasy returned to her mind; a long, thick cock that relentlessly pierced through the entrance to her womb. Somberly, she recalled that Neji hadn’t managed to break her, but that one…

Shaking her head in bed, Tenten returned her focus to the scroll by her bed, picking it up and unfurling it to scroll through her selection of toys. Hidden within the pages of the scroll were the dirtiest secrets of the weapons’ mistress, for she alone could handle more than just weapons. Experimental vibrators, dildos as long and thick as her forearm, a literal silicone doll shaped like a certain woman’s body, complete with a penis to replicate the futanari that Tenten herself had dreamt of before.

Accessories of any kind also resided within the scroll, ranging from nipple clamps with weights, to butt plugs, vibrating necklaces, anal beads, along with her favored handcuffs and restraints. There were times when she would go out to random bars and invite whichever girl she caught to join her for a little fun in her apartment, and for a time, it had kept her content; kept her sane as well.

However, when her neighbors seemingly moved in or began their nightly ritual, it served as a stark reminder that she herself could never do that, while also proving to her that some women could go at it every single day.

With a shake of her head, Tenten unsealed a particular item, and with a puff of smoke, it appeared in her hands, ready to be used. Unlike her more normal sessions, she chose to forego lube, if only just because of her weeping slit.

The toy in her hands fit every category that she had once dreamt of finding within a guy. Pale, yet not ghastly so, longer than her forearm, and at least twice as thick. The cock within her grasp was almost too heavy for her to hold it upright, but that only made it feel better when she went at it roughly.

That, however, was where the humanoid side of it ended. She had asked for it to be custom made to resemble a horse’s cock. Its length was irresistible, but what had her attention the most was the way its tip was flared. Already, the memory of her very first time with that beast came to mind. For close to a week thereafter, she had walked with a limp to her step, so much so that her pink haired friend had called her in for a mandatory examination.

Allowing a small smirk to play across her lips, Tenten vividly recalled the expression Sakura had shown her when she displayed her gaping vagina, and the story of how she received such a stretching? Oh, the horse in her grasp had seen more pussies than just her own, she had made sure of that.

Returning the scroll to its place on her nightstand, Tenten settled down upon her back, absentmindedly kicking the covers further down to expose her glistening body and weeping slit. She could always go for a ride, but she needed a more solid surface than what her bed could provide, and as much as she enjoyed the thought of that, the brunette had no doubt in her mind that her legs would give out the moment she attempted to walk away from bed.

Of course, that only left her with an even lewder job.

Spreading her legs atop her bed, Tenten let out a low grunt as she brought the flared horse dildo up towards her weeping slit, shuddering as a jolt of pleasure coursed up along her spine. With naught more than a brush against her swollen clit, a small burst of liquid had shot forth from her snatch; a testimony to her overwhelming arousal.

Pressing its tip down against her pussy however, it took her no more than a minute before her moans matched the ones echoing throughout the neighborhood. Loud squeals, happy moans, whimpering pleas for her well endowed lover to take her harder, all while her own body was wracked with ceaseless spasms of orgasmic bliss.

It was pleasant, painful, humiliating and exhilarating all at once, and as the dildo within her hands sank deeper down into the very depths of her womanhood, Tenten could do no more than shudder. That was what she adored, a proper stretching that didn’t involve a man…

… but even then, as she matched her cries with those of her neighbors, the image within her mind shifted away from the figure of beauty that she always envisioned.

Curvaceous hips shrunk down into tighter, toned ones. The pale skin that matched only one of her friends remained the same, but as her imaginary eyes swept upward, the breasts she adored were all but gone. In their place however, were pecs that were hardened through a lifetime of work, a chiseled chest that would fit nothing more than a deity in the making. Alas, as it always was, when she tried to catch a peek of his face, a darkened hue met her innocent eyes.

It was as if a genjutsu was placed upon her mind, one that prevented her from remembering the faces of the men she disliked the most.

With a strangled cry of pleasure, Tenten’s grasp on the dildo slipped, and with the abundant wetness that seemingly seeped forth from her snatch, it descended downward at a pace that she herself could never replicate.

In mere moments, the flared head of a horse shaped dildo crashed down against the entrance of her womb, and with her legs as spread as they were, there was nothing more she could do than to throw her head backwards in a rampant, uncontrollable scream of pleasure.

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Heaving for breath, Tenten’s body slumped down against her mattress, her breath coming out in sharp gasps as her twelfth toy for the night slid out from the depths of her ruined pussy.

Her neighbors had long since stopped, though whether it was because of her own cries of pleasure or due to a set timestamp, the brown haired kunoichi did not know; nor did she care at that point in time. What she did care about was the undying fire that burned within her loins, a raging inferno of arousal that would never die down, no matter how many orgasms she had tried to force upon her body.

Flopped down against a corner of her bed, the horse cock she adored laid, drenched from its flared tip to the very base of its shaft from when she had hungrily pounded her snatch with its girth. Similarly, on the opposite end of her bed, a toy she had scarcely ever dared to use was in a similar state, drenched from tip to base, including the swollen knot that formed at its very base. Even that, she had taken with gusto, and even that had failed to quell the flames within her groin.

Wryly, as she ground her hips down against the dildo whose girth continuously stretched her asshole apart, Tenten mulled over whether or not this was what the Third Hokage had meant by the Will of Fire.

Her neighbors’ moans had long since died down, but the inferno they released upon her remained in its place; a testimony to things she had been told for far too long already.

She had to get laid…

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The radiant sunlight shone down upon Konoha. A few days had come and gone since her last rampage in bed, but even then, as Tenten unpacked a box of fresh steel, her mind couldn’t help but remind her of the smouldering cinders within her groin.

It was true, they were in an era of peace, yet the art of shinobi remained in place. Whether it was a system they couldn’t remove, or if there was a higher reason behind it all, she had yet to ask about, but all the same, it simply meant that she could continue her work undisturbed. Mostly, that was.

Buzzing atop the counter, a new message popped in on a group chat that had started sometime ago; a chat between the girls that often occupied the bar late at night.

Straightening out her back from where she stood, Tenten cast a glance down onto her phone, feeling her face light up as she saw who the original message had come from. Hinata Hyuga, she was registered as on Tenten’s phone.

Before she herself had so much as realized it, her face hovered above the screen, nimble fingers darting along the keys to join in on the conversation, even with a box of raw materials behind her back.

“Is the weekend’s offer still up?” Hinata had typed, a picture of her face highlighting her every message.

“Of course it is. You’re more than welcome to join in~” Even before Tenten could write a reply, Temari beat her to it, openly inviting the indigo haired kunoichi to join in on their special plan for the weekend.

Instead, she typed in a different message, one that might be as important. “What exactly are we even doing in the weekend? Meet up at your place?”

So far, Temari had been relatively quiet about exactly what went on whenever she invited people to join her at the Nara residence, but based solely on the first and only time Tenten had taken her up on the offer…

… with a shudder, Tenten straightened out her back once more, a low curse slipping past her lips as her permanently unfulfilled snatch moistened at the thought.

The Nara residence was a strange household in and off of itself, for even though the main house was reserved for the clan head and his family, Shikamaru Nara rarely inhabited the house itself. Work, Temari had told them, and after a moment’s thought, every lady present could agree that what he did was busy work. The Hokage’s aide, starting with Kakashi and working its way up towards the soon-to-be Hokage, Naruto Uzumaki.

Whenever he did stay at his own house, he often went to bed after eating, or he waved off Temari’s lustful advances with a comment about it being too bothersome to do. Which, of course, left the married couple with a rather odd deal. As far as Tenten had pried, Temari was quintessentially allowed to sleep with any woman, but no man. Shikamaru was unlikely to do anything of the kind, but somehow, whenever he was asked about their deal, a flush would appear across his cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I’ve ended up making plans for the evening,” Another buzz forced her attention down as a dozen more messages had slid inside of the chat.

“I put a bottle of lube in your nightstand drawer,” Ino chimed in a mere moment later, adding a cheeky smile to the end of her sentence.

Blinking rapidly, Tenten had to look down to double check that she had read it right. Sakura had plans in the evening? Plans that didn’t involve them going out to a bar? If that meant what Ino’s follow up message did, then wouldn’t that mean that Shikamaru might be home as well?

“Shika won’t be home, so don’t worry about that. Enjoy your evening nonetheless Sakura!” Almost as if her mind had been read, another message from Temari popped in.

Returning her phone to the top of her counter, Tenten puffed up her cheeks in a near triumphant way, blatantly ignoring the buzzing of her phone as Ino and Sakura undoubtedly bickered amongst themselves. Why they insisted on using a group chat for that was beyond the brunette, but alas, there was nothing they wanted to do to break them up.

Only a few more days until the weekend at Temari’s. Surely, she could survive that long.

Perhaps going to bed earlier was the solution to her dilemma?

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An audible grunt echoed through the darkened room that very evening. The sun had long since set, though even then, she could hear and see her neighbors roaming about outside, some of which were headed into town for an evening meal, or perhaps just to kill some time until the night arrived.

She had finished up her work at a brisk pace, handling a few Jonin that stopped by, while also sorting through the latest shipment from the Land of Earth. Earlier that month, she had invested a great deal of time and money into a new handler, recommended to her by one of her fellow craftsman shops. From her understanding, the steel she had received supposedly had a greater density over regular iron, something she had chalked up to the tempering until she began forging the steel.

However, despite how hard she had worked through the day, despite how great the sheer exhaustion had been when she eased out of her clothes and went to bed, she still woke up at midnight; she still woke up to her cries of joy.

Whenever the two went at it, Tenten’s mind could almost perfectly block out the thought of a man bringing about the cries and moans she listened in on. Instead, when she allowed herself to play along, it was her that fucked the unknown girl. Oh, how her pussy wept for joy when she complied with its needs, how it quivered beneath her skilled fingers when she at last acknowledged her desires.

Yet, that was by no means the case that time around.

She had awoken to the rampant cries of a woman whose mind was undoubtedly broken; the moans of a crazed sex maniac, undoubtedly. Although, even as she followed along with their pace, even as she teased and touched herself for what felt like a small eternity, not once did she come close to finishing.

Her scroll of toys was just an arm’s length away, but it was she herself that decidedly ignored its presence. Onward, her fingers rubbed, teasing her clit, roughly pressing down against her slit, all while molesting one of her own breasts in time with her cries of joy.

What did he have that she did not?

The thought alone was more than enough to bite her bottom lip as she went on, slipping two of her slender fingers inside of her dripping snatch, sinking down to the knuckles in a mere moment before sliding back out. If conventional teasing did not work, then she would have to get a little rough.

Releasing her breast for the time being, Tenten whimpered, a bruise already forming on her miraculously firm tit. With both hands down by her groin, she pounced upon herself as she would any female fling she brought home. The fingers within her snatch redoubled their pace, hammering in and out of her squelching pussy as fast as her kunoichi training would allow, though meanwhile, her other hand was not idle. Much more so than before, she played with her clit, rubbing it, squeezing it, near torturing her most sensitive spot in a vain attempt to match the joy that her neighbor felt.

Had she glanced at the clock at all during her work, Tenten would have seen that her attempts truly were folly. Thirty minutes, an hour… two hours in and her neighbors still went at it, but unlike how it was before, the woman’s moans were not purely innocent anymore. Loud, rambunctious, and utterly enthralled with whatever plundered her depths; undoubtedly reshaping her for no other man or woman to use.

Somewhere along it all, Tenten’s mind blacked out, and with her fingers still stuffed inside of her puffy pussy, the kunoichi fell asleep just like that; exhausted, sweaty, with a steady stream of arousal oozing forth from her greedy lower lips…

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The gentlest chirping of songbird was what awakened her that afternoon. A gentle fluttering breeze wheezing its way through her window, caressing and dancing across the exposed, tanned skin of a kunoichi hard at work. As her eyes gingerly opened themselves, and as she stretched her arms above her head, there was no question in her mind that she had dozed off somewhere during her workout. When though, she hadn’t the faintest idea.

Her muscles were sore, her abdomen and thighs were stiff, and even more so than that, her body was devoid of the thin covers she usually snuggled inside of. For the first time in years, she had slept marvelously, albeit at the cost of a few hours in the evening.

Glancing over towards her alarm clock however, it was only then that Tenten’s jaw grew slack, her mouth falling agape as her big brown eyes shook in a near panicked state.

She had overslept!

It had been almost a decade since the last time she slept through her alarm, and the last time she did, her behind had received a plentiful punishment from her pseudo-boyfriend at the time. Neji had been many things, but merciful towards tardiness was not amongst them.

With a burst of speed that she didn’t even realize she could endure, Tenten all but jumped out of bed, her feet paddling against the unnaturally warm floorboards as she rushed her way towards the bathroom. In passing, her left arm flung out to grab a pair of panties; a cyan piece with enough lace to knock any man down.

Finishing up her duties in the restroom was quick enough, brushing her teeth was much the same, but as she hurriedly yanked her panties up along her toned legs, a sound she hadn’t thought to heard resounded through her apartment. The sound of her doorbell ringing.

Whether it was the timing or her frustration from the night before, Tenten couldn’t so much as grab a robe before she stomped her way towards the door, grumbling to herself as she yanked it open the tiniest amount…

… only to come face to face with the woman that consistently haunted her dreams.

Standing no more than a foot in front of her apartment’s door, a woman of incredible beauty awaited. A long mane of indigo colored hair fell down along her shoulders, highlighting the beauty of her fairer complexion, but it wasn’t until her big, pale eyes landed upon the one beyond the door that Tenten realized what she had done.

Hinata Hyuga’s face lit up with a furious blush, for in her daze, Tenten had opened the door a little more than she should have. Early though it may have been, she seldom made it a habit to greet her friends in naught more than her panties; a sight that was undoubtedly burning itself into the very depths of Hinata’s mind as the two gazed upon one another.

In opposition to her state of dress, or lack thereof, Hinata was as immaculate as always. Everything, from the pristine porcelain that was her face, to the clothing she wore, was perfect, though caught up in her rut as she was, there was nothing more Tenten wanted than to catch a glimpse of what hid itself beneath the lavender colored jacket her friend almost always wore.

“Uhhhh….” Tenten groaned, glancing down upon herself, then back to Hinata, before hastily hiding behind the door in fear of being seen by anyone else. “H-hey there…”

No matter how hard she tried, there was no stopping the blush that crept its way up along her face, though unlike what the Hyuga heiress might imagine, it was by no means out of embarrassment. The moment their eyes had locked, it was as if a veil had been lifted from atop her head, and with it, the haze that filled her mind about a particular mind dispersed.

The woman in her dreams was no longer faceless, for in its place, the beautiful kunoichi standing before her entered her mind in its entirety. Of course, her mind was by no means the only part to be affected.

Hidden behind the wooden door leading into her apartment, peering out with her shoulders exposed, Tenten cast a subconscious glance downward, down to where her panties had been soaked through in their entirety. The only part that still retained some semblance of functionality was the string that disappeared between her toned cheeks.

Yet, as her big brown eyes returned to the woman before her, Tenten almost flinched back. Unlike what she had thought, there wasn’t so much as a blush on Hinata’s face, perhaps an awkward glance being sent around the doorway, but no embarrassment at all. It was almost as if-

“You didn’t reply to any of the message, s-so, Temari-san asked if I could deliver this to you,” reaching out with one hand, Hinata held onto what at first looked like any ordinary scroll, however… “It contains the… outfits for the weekend.”

Now there returned the blush that belonged on Hinata’s cheeks, for the moment the words left her plump, kissable lips, a light bulb lit up within Tenten’s mind.

“Oh, er… you’re joining us?” Accepting the scroll, Tenten asked the only thing to enter her mind, though she should have known the answer already. She had read the group chat the day before, after all.

“Mhm! I’ve been granted permission to spend the weekend with Temari, should she want me to,” her words were indecent beyond belief, but somehow, simply by being herself, with her soft spoken tone of voice, she made it work.

Nodding her head as that little nugget of information was stored away, Tenten furrowed her eyebrows, wanting nothing more than to invite her friend inside and ask her some very thorough questions in the nude, but instead, another question leapt off of her lips.

“Hey, Hinata,” halting her friend as she was about to take her leave, Tenten’s expression soured, if only by a little bit. “The last time we all went to the hot spring, did you… stage a gangbang?”

It was asinine to even consider, much more so when she imagined her friend’s shy, reclusive nature, but a single memory within her mind refused to disappear. She, the proud lesbian that she was, had been fucked by Sasuke Uchiha at the hot springs, and Hinata Hyuga had been there, watching from the sidelines as her boyfriend defiled her friends’ bodies.

There was no evidence, no traces that told her that the event in her mind had happened. Even her pussy and ass, defiled as she knew they had been, were in the most pristine condition the morning after. Yet all the same, the haze within her mind had dispersed enough for her to remember as much. It had to have happened!

With her back still turned towards her brown haired friend, Hinata threw a glance across her shoulder, tittering where she stood with a gentle smile on her face. “Yes. Yes I did.”

Before Tenten could so much as reply, the indigo haired Hyuga wandered off, waving her hand in her friend’s general direction while shouting out that she’d be back later that night. Although, the words simply drifted in through one ear and out through the other, for even as she stood there, as close to being naked as she could be, Tenten could do naught more than gawk.

‘Did she… lie?’ Her mind was nothing but a swamp of uncertainty, filled with a generous amount of lewdness and anticipation for the night to come.

After what had felt like a small eternity, a cold shiver ran up along her spine; the gentle breeze outside playing with her exposed nipples and drenched panties. Casting another sidelong glance towards the receding form of her female friend and secret crush, the brown haired kunoichi slowly closed the door to her apartment, not so much as a glance being thrown around to make sure that no one else saw her.

Yet, the moment she walked inside, scroll unfurling to have a look at what she was expected to wear that very evening, another woman’s voice joined in on the chorus that was their neighborhood’s disturbances.

“What the hell!”

---

From morning till dusk, the hours had trickled by, both slowly and quickly, but for most, as the work week had been drawn to a close, there was nothing short of bliss on their minds. The Hidden Leaf was a generous village when it came to its work hours, partly due to the increase in population over the more recent years. There was enough work for everyone, and through a brilliant system put in place by the Hokage’s aide, shifts of equal opportunity had been adapted into the various industries.

Although, in a certain region of the village, the bliss and ease of the villagers was nowhere in sight.

The Nara residence was one of the few clan compounds that still existed to this day, and as far as Tenten could see, it had remained the same from the few times she had visited earlier in her life. Traditional architecture, a porch along the back of the main household, and the near paper thin sliding doors that couldn’t possibly muffle the sounds from inside; yet somehow, they did.

At eight o’clock on the dot, a knock had come from her door, and even before she pulled it open, she knew who stood before her. Hinata Hyuga was nothing if not punctual and polite to a fault, and as she had claimed she would, she did come by later to pick the flustered brunette up.

Neither one had dressed up in any particular manner, walking together towards the Nara residence wearing their day to day clothes, which consisted of a white top with red trims and a pair of equally crimson pants for Tenten, as for Hinata… well, the faintly lavender jacket she wore had been a staple for the Hyuga’s fashion sense for the past years.

Yet, the reason neither one had decided to doll themselves up was obvious. Temari had prepared an outfit, if it could even be called that, for the both of them to wear beneath their clothing.

With her every step, Tenten could feel it. Leather straps that went around her breasts, squeezing them down to make them seem even larger and perkier, while wrapping around her back and neck to hold it in place. It did nothing to hide her chest, if anything, it simply made her breasts more pronounced. Absentmindedly, Tenten pondered whether or not Hinata had been forced to wear a similar bra, but alas, she hadn’t the nerve to ask in fear of revealing her own depravity.

For her panties, she was in much the same predicament. With the outfit, she had received a plug for her backdoor, and after easing it inside, she had put on the leather thong that would serve to hold the plug in place should her ass be too loose. Calling it a thong was, by all means, an atrocity to fashion, but alas, as the singular leather strip slid further up between her dripping pussy, Tenten could do naught more than squirm as the two of them walked.

Never before had the walk to a friend’s house been more silent. The two had, of course, exchanged pleasantries along the way, and after a minute’s hesitation, Tenten had dared to start up an ounce of smalltalk, but even then, she knew that there was something amiss. That very day, she had received the confirmation she dreaded that the images dancing around within her head wasn’t a mere fantasy. She had been fucked, by Hinata’s boyfriend, while Hinata herself simply watched from the sidelines.

The temptation to send their friends a query to ask if they remembered much had struck, but who would believe her? It was Hinata, for crying out loud! Innocent little Hinata that, according to herself, enjoyed anal enough to ask for it…

Before she could so much as shake her head, a feminine voice resounded from the far side of the residence, complete with a cheer that more than made up for the exasperated sigh she wanted to release.

“You’re late!” Ino Yamanaka tittered from the far side of the Nara residence, her platinum blonde hair disheveled as she peeked around the corner of the house. “We’ve brought out the booze, so come around and make yourselves at home~”

Exchanging the briefest glance with her indigo haired companion, Tenten couldn’t help but chuckle, and with a steady pace that seemingly blasted away the awkwardness from before, the two of them walked along the patio around the front of the house.

A warmly lit room filled with flickering candlelight was the first to meet her eyes. Nothing at all like the bedroom she had expected to walk into, for instead, the floor was made from tatami, and unlike the modernized apartments that she herself lived in, the home she set foot inside of was the epitome of tradition. Of course, no sooner than she had glanced around the room, she caught sight of the woman that had come to greet them from around the corner.

Ino Yamanaka was by far one of the prettiest women Tenten knew, and a kind one at that. For years, she had watched her platinum haired friend from afar, pondering whether or not she even wore anything beneath the purple tank top she had seen so very much. Alas, as she and Hinata rounded the corner, Tenten froze in her tracks.

Like her own attire, she had expected something unique. Yet, what met her eyes was a physique of utmost perfection. Toned muscles defined her arms in a way that was both seductive and threatening, leading up to a set of strong shoulders and a pristine, porcelain colored face. Although, the more she looked, the more she felt her eyes drawn downward, pulled down towards her friend’s chest through some invisible force.

Large, soft breasts, as pale as the woman herself was, capped with a pair of bright pink nipples that practically begged for a woman’s touch. Ino was, by all intents and purposes, naked.

Feeling her voice catching in her throat, it was Hinata of all people that took the first step, walking past the threshold of the sliding doors while excusing herself for their late arrival.

Sitting beside their platinum haired friend was the lady of the household, Temari, clad in her purple kimono with a pair of black stockings draped along her toned thighs and legs. Held within her grasp however, was what made Tenten quiver where she stood. A crop, long, sleek and black in its design, and as Ino made her way around the room, flaunting her curvaceous rear for Tenten’s eyes to see, the occasional pink mark met her eyes.

“Sorry about that, you two. She couldn’t wait-” throwing a mischievous glance towards her fellow blonde, Temari crossed her legs, taking in the sight of her other guests as well. “So we got started with some light exercise.”

The scoff that slipped free from Ino’s lips was loud enough for everyone to hear, as was the smack that followed when Temari brought the crop back down upon Ino’s bubbly butt.

A silence, a flickering flame, and four women gathered together for a night of festivities.

“Where should we start, Temari?” Tenten dared to ask, squirming where she stood as the leather strap slid up against her womanhood once again.

“Why don’t we get started by having the two of you undress? I’ve no doubt that Ino would enjoy some company in her depravity.” Gulping heavily, Tenten’s eyes never left Temari’s gaze; the hostess’ crystalline eyes holding hers in place.

Smack!

Another flick of the crop caused Ino’s knees to buckle. What the platinum haired woman had done before the two arrived, Tenten was far too frightened to ask, but…

“How should we begin, Temari?” Rather than asking about her blonde friend’s predicament, she instead asked a question she was certain that Hinata, too, wanted the answer to.

“The usual rules apply. The first one to disobey or fail to please me loses their right to cum tonight. If anyone does cum without permission... “ She didn’t finish her sentence. There was no need for Temari to finish. After all, Ino had done so during one of their first sessions together...

Before her, she could see her borderline sadistic friend reclining back in a chair, tapping a slender finger against her chin. There was no pretense, no illusion, no figment of a dream about whether or not the Sand siren owned them that night; it was why they were there, after all. To get the treatment that only a woman could give them.

“Tenten,” when her gaze landed upon her however, Tenten couldn’t help but squirm once more. “Turn around and undo your pants. I want you to show this slut what an obedient girl looks like.”

Who she meant was as clear as day, for even before she could open her mouth to plead with their Mistress that night, Ino’s breath came out as a ragged gasp, a sultry moan following thereafter as her backside received a second and third hit.

Steadying the erratic beating within her chest, Tenten closed her eyes, gingerly spinning around where she stood until her back was turned towards her friends. Humiliating was one word to describe her predicament, shameful was another, but the one that entered her mind as she undid the buttons of her pants was ecstatic.

Without so much as a moment’s hesitation, the brown haired kunoichi slid her crimson pants down the length of her thighs, stopping only to adjust her thong, before continuing onward once more. The leather strap that was designed to hold her buttplug in place still did its job, but somewhere along the way, her pussy had lubricated the string enough for it to slip past her dripping nether lips.

It wasn’t until a solid minute had passed, with her pants pooling around her ankles, back bent forward ever so slightly, that Tenten felt a woman’s hand upon her cheeks. However, despite the desire to open her eyes and see who it was, she knew that she would become like Ino if she disobeyed.

Temari always did enjoy doling out punishments and rewards.

“Should have given you a bigger plug. What did you do? Fist yourself last night?” It wasn’t as much of a question as it was a factual statement. It didn’t take the room more than a minute to realize what she had done in the midst of her fervent arousal the day before.

“Tenten, keep your eyes closed. Hinata, go pull her plug out.” There was a gasp, an audible shudder, and a low moan that echoed throughout the room, but nonetheless, no matter how much she hoped to open her eyes, she didn’t dare do so. At least, not until Temari’s seductive voice resounded through the room once more. “With your mouth.”

That single command had been enough to force Tenten’s eyes agape, and with a whorish moan, her pussy quivered from nothing at all; a steady stream of juices gushing forth to drench the pants still bunched up between her legs.

She came hard, even before the Hyuga heiress had come anywhere near her backdoor. Just the mental image, coupled with weeks of orgasmic torment and denial, was enough to make her squirt…

… alas, the brief moment of orgasmic bliss was followed by a sharp stinging sensation; a ringing pain that caused her back to arch.

“Were you that horny just from walking here? You only live ten minutes away, for crying out loud!” As quickly as her orgasm had washed across her nerves, a hand pushed her down onto her knees, the drenched tatami mats below reminding her of what she had done.

“W-wait, Temari…” her breathing came out in ragged gasps once more, her pussy throbbed between her legs as the leather strap was returned to its rightful place, but even more so than that, she could feel a warm breath against her exposed backdoor.

Unbeknownst to Tenten, the indigo haired woman behind her didn’t wait. Instead, Hinata Hyuga allowed herself the faintest smirk, staring down upon the weeping slit of a woman on the verge of cumming once more. She knew that the brunette would come if she announced her participation ahead of time, and just like that, after having her boyfriend help her out with the finishing touches to her outfit, Hinata had laid in wait, preparing an ambush for her friend.

Tenten was a woman of unnatural beauty, but somehow, most men and women had overlooked her for years. The Fourth Great Ninja War was a place of prestige, and even there, the weapons mistress had found herself with more than one of the Sage’s ninja tools. Yet still, she went unnoticed.

A perky, bubbly butt, lightly tanned skin from working a forge, smooth spotless skin and a pair of breasts that were just large enough for Hinata’s hands to fit around. Yet, what had the perverted Hyuga’s attention the most was her butt; almost a perfect heart shape with a comically small plug trying to contain the slight gape of a kunoichi’s asshole.

Leaning forward even more, Hinata opened her mouth, wrapping her luscious lips around the flat handle of the plug itself, sucking it into her mouth with a lewd, lecherous pop. She could practically feel Tenten’s arousal. Her pussy continuously wept, the occasional sob slipped free from her lips, and as Hinata began to ease her head backward, she, too, could tell what Tenten had done the night before.

‘Does she have toys bigger than Sasuke-kun…’ she pondered internally, resting on her haunches as the plug within her mouth slipped free from Tenten’s backdoor.

“F-fuck~” the brunette moaned, her eyes rolling up into the back of her head as her asshole could, at long last, tighten up.

---

She hadn’t truly known what to expect, but the treatment she received had not been a part of it. The soon-to-be Temari Nara truly did have a sense of sadism in her, but not at all in the traditional way.

As soon as her legs had been strong enough to walk, Temari had ordered her to stand before her gathered friends, a sharpie in everyone’s hands as they took their turns branding her with whatever they deemed fitting. Hinata had already taken her turn, writing something that had felt surprisingly long, but what it was, Tenten did not know.

The Hyuga had placed her words right above Tenten’s bubbly butt.

Ino was next, flaunting her freedom by writing her phrase right across Tenten’s breasts in big, bold letters. Use Me, was written there, and before long, she wandered her way over towards Temari, spreading her legs wide to grant her current owner a pristine view of her leather strung pussy.

“Can you get any wetter?” She mockingly asked, one hand cupping Tenten’s pussy whilst her other began writing along the kunoichi’s toned abs. “A shame there’s no cock to fill you up tonight.”

Before she could restrain herself, Tenten flinched back, not from the humiliation of how wet her pussy was, but rather, from the comment that followed thereafter. For the briefest moment, as she spun around to grant Temari a perfect view of what Hinata had added to her back, she couldn’t help but glance in Hinata’s direction; in the direction of a woman whose boyfriend she had fucked.

Was that the time to admit it? Would there ever be a time to remind her friends of what had happened? Did they even know what the devious Hyuga in the room liked?

Instead, she received a hearty slap across either one of her cheeks, feeling her face flushing as Temari continuously admired her dedication.

“Now that that’s taken care of, would you like to take your pants off, Hinata? I believe we have ourselves a toy in need of some usage.” It may have been worded as a question, or perhaps an invitation, but when Tenten’s eyes fell down upon the Hyuga’s chest, she couldn’t help but dash forward, dropping down onto her knees no more than an inch away from her friend’s knees.

“May I please eat you out, Hinata? Mistress Temari would like it very much if you used my face for your pleasure.” Allowing her tongue to loll out, Tenten shuddered once more. Already, she could feel a string of drool trickling down her chin, but she couldn’t make herself care.

Almost as quickly as she arrived there, Hinata did as she was instructed, rising her hips up off of the couch for the briefest moment as she eased the marine blue pants down along her curvaceous legs.

The sight before her was a feast. A pristine, hairless pussy, exposed in its entirety, was revealed before Tenten’s reverent eyes. Pink and puffy, glistening with moisture, and, as Tenten shuffled forward the tiniest bit, Hinata spread her legs for the brown haired whore to begin her feast.

“H-has there been any news from S-Sai?” Hinata raised her voice, stuttering along the way as Tenten all but dove down upon her slit, swirling her tongue around the indigo haired woman’s snatch before placing a kiss upon her clit.

“You mean his new assignment as Chief of police?” Receiving a nod in reply, Ino reclined back in the couch, blatantly ignoring the audible slurping coming from between Hinata’s legs. “We haven’t been on a date in ages! We spoke a little a few days ago though, and he promised that we’d go out next weekend.”

“There’s a Five Kage Summit on the way soon as well, no?” Temari broke in, knowing full well about the schedule of their current Kage. “Won’t that take up even more time, seeing as to how the Hokage has to be guarded heavily?”

“It’s Kakashi, for crying out loud! The man doesn’t need an entourage of Leaf police just to keep him safe,” Ino chimed in once more, a hand falling down to grope one of her tits for Temari to see. “I wouldn’t mind keeping him company though~”

Rolling her eyes at the comment, Temari returned her gaze to the elephant in the room; or rather, the woman audibly slurping up Hinata Hyuga’s pussy. “Remember to swallow in between gulps, Tenten! We wouldn’t want our slave of the night to drown on the first pussy, now would we?”

She had heard what Temari said, but then and there, with her head placed between Hinata’s thighs, happily eating the other woman out, there was a far rarer, much more distinct sound that she hunted down. She wanted to hear her moan out her name.

Burying her nose against Hinata’s folds, Tenten heaved in a deep breath, quivering where she sat as her head swam with arousal. How could any single woman smell that good?

Somewhere above her head, a hand fell down, fingers snaking their way throughout her brown buns until they held her in place, pressing her up against the snatch she devoured even more. It was true that their time together was borrowed, but even still, the prim and proper Hyuga above couldn’t help but squirm a bit herself.

On and on she went, swirling her tongue around Hinata’s clit, burying her tongue as deep as it could go inside of Hinata’s snatch, all while worshipping the indigo haired woman’s folds with a greater gusto than when the plug had been pulled out of her ass. She wanted more, she craved another liter of Hinata’s juices, and as she returned to focus on her friend’s clit, the prize she had awaited spilled forth at last...

Hinata Hyuga threw her head back, a resounding moan spilling forth from her lips as her thighs clamped down around Tenten’s head. Had she believed that the treatment she received before was the end, then she would have been a greater fool than the number one knuckleheaded ninja in the village.

Her face was splashed with Hinata’s arousal, her mind was drowned out by the serene sound of her moan, and…

… somewhere in the back of her head, a cog slid into place.

‘It’s her!’ The thought struck her like a well timed palm thrust from a Hyuga. The voices she had heard, the cries and moans that had haunted her neighborhood, it all came crashing down upon her like the strongest attack in the world.

It was her, Hinata Hyuga, that moaned like a bitch in heat. Day in and day out, she had listened, she had masturbated, and she had gaped her holes until even Temari would struggle to find an object large enough to bring Tenten over the edge. Yet, there she was, between Hinata’s thick thighs, eating her out, devouring the juices that were previously reserved for one Sasuke Uchiha, all with that single realization in her mind.

As quickly as the moan had escaped, it died down, but with it, Tenten slumped forward until gravity itself was all that held her face in place…

Epilogue

“Take care on the way home, alright? It’s your punishment, but you’re still not supposed to get caught.” Temari stood within the doorway to the Nara residence, a weary, exhausted look on her face as she saw her friends off.

They had gone on for what could only have been a few hours, if not more. Ino’s punishment had come as soon as Tenten was done pleasing the ladies, quickly followed by a ritual that had left Hinata as a stuttering mess of nerves, followed thereafter by the punishment for cumming not once, not twice, but thrice without permission; all of which was for Tenten.

Somewhere amidst the realization that her longtime fantasy had been induced by Hinata and her boyfriend, Tenten’s control snapped, and with it, her pussy had drenched the floor of Temari and Shikamaru’s house. She had been forgiven, and forced to lick up her own mess, but in the end, Tenten had come out on top with the second worst punishment.

Ino Yamanaka however, had been nowhere near as fortunate.

Even then, as the trio waited outside of Temari’s lair, the platinum haired Yamanaka was a sight to behold. As naked as the day she was born, supple breasts put on full display, with a bright red color adorning her jiggly ass. She had been the one to receive the most physically taxing punishments, so much so that there was no doubt in Tenten’s mind that she would wake up to a picture of a bruised and battered Ino the morning after.

Hinata was as spotless as when they had arrived, though in her case, the punishment was light. She, too, had orgasmed without permission that day, but compared to Ino’s unknown transgression and Tenten’s triple orgasm, her punishment would be the lightest.

The Hyuga was simply asked to walk back to her apartment clad in naught more than her underwear. Sapphire colored lingerie, lacy panties that left most of her groin exposed through its transparency, along with a bra that did nothing to hide the endowments of her chest. Of course, on her way home, she was not allowed to dash or jump from rooftop to rooftop. If anyone were to walk towards her, she would be allowed to make a run for it however.

Public nudity was a punishable offense.

However, as true as that were, not a single expense was spared in the humiliation of Tenten. Her clothing were gone, her leather underwear was off as well, and her body was left in a state of degradation. Words of utmost humiliation adorned her body, from the tops of her feet to the sides of her neck, ranging from something as simple as ‘Free fuck toy’ to ‘Cumdump’ and then back around to the phrases Temari had written upon her.

Stretched out across her abs, one particular phrase was the most apparent, though similarly, another one adorned her inner thighs and upper back. ‘I came without permission today,’ adorned her front, a humiliation in and off of itself, but along her back, another one made her face flush. ‘Please use me anywhere you want.’

In addition to Hinata’s punishment, Tenten had been forced to walk even slower, and should anyone stop her late at night, not only did she have to obey their every command, but she would also have to do so without looking their way…

… which brought her to the strangest walk back home after a night out with the girls.

The streets of the Leaf were eerily silent, so much so that there was no doubt in her mind that the only ones outside at that time were her, Hinata and Ino. The other two had taken off at a separate street, walking their own way after a strenuous night, but Hinata had been the most compassionate of them all.

As close to one another as they lived, she had been reminded of the fact that certain streets were connected by alleyways, some of which would allow you to skip a roundabout path that could easily be more inhabited than any other street. Connecting roads were simply like that; a fact she had learned a long time ago.

“That’s a nice ass you’ve got there.” A gruff voice broke Tenten free from her musings. The moment her body wanted to turn aside, she was reminded of her Mistress’ order.

Heaving in a deep breath of air, Tenten forced a smile to spread across her lips, wanting nothing more than to dash off and risk someone reporting her instead. “Thank you very much, I’ve really tried to-”

“Why don’t you forget about the hot springs and gloryholes again?” The voice changed, a deep and stoic tone that she would never mistake, but even as her eyes opened, her mind blanked out.

The only thing she could see were three swirling tomoe; that, and a purple, ringed eye that seemingly gleamed in the midnight light.
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