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A Diplomatic Mission
By : Kinghawke
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Chapter List
- 1-A Diplomatic Mission
- 2-A Second Mission
- 1
- 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Mary Poppins/Jessica Alba/Naruto characters nor am I making money off of them. For further disclaimer, see chapter 1

One Month Later:
“Lady Tsunade, calm down!” Shizune exclaims. “The envoy isn't scheduled to arrive for another hour.”
The Fifth Hokage of Konoha, no longer under a genjutsu much to the surprise of those who are regularly around her, is excited, in her prime, and ready to go. Surrounding her are Shizune, Kurenai, Anko, Ino, Sakura, Tenten, and Ayame, “Um…Lord Hokage, not to sound disrespectful or anything, but why am I coming along again?” the ramen girl inquires. She adjusts the straps on her backpack loaded with cooking utensils and recipe books.
Tsunade smiles cheerfully and answers, “They requested recipes from the village and, according to Naruto, you’re the best cook in Konoha. They also said that if you came along, they would give you their recipes in return.” She checks the time piece on her wrist that she received from the queen as a gift. In her other arm is a dark furred puppy that has tiny red eyes. Tonton the pig keeps glancing over at the puppy nervously when it licks its lips while staring back at the pig. “Behave, Vera.” The puppy barks and goes back to its hungry staring at the pig.
Tenten twirls kunai on her fingertips absently. “What is she like? I heard that the queen made quite an entrance last time she was here.”
“That she did,” Shizune states crossly.
Tsunade’s smile grows wider. “Oh, you’ll find out. You’ll even get to meet the king if you play your cards right!”
Anko mutters under her breath, “Says the shining example of card players.”
Sakura’s eyes widen and she covers Anko’s mouth quickly. She stares into the snake woman’s eyes and whispers loudly, “Are you trying to get killed?”
Ino pulls her friend back before the Snake Mistress of Konoha can retaliate. Kurenai observes the friend and the younger women around her, “Lady Tsunade.” The red eyed genjutsu mistress says hesitantly, “It is highly unusual for so many kunoichi to be assigned to one mission without any male ninja in the mix.”
A voice responds slowly in a low monotone voice from behind them, “That is true. They jump and turn around to see the dark eyed Kazekage standing there, Gaara intones solemnly, “It has caused quite a stir amongst your allies to see so many kunoichi gone after the Akatsuki’s last attack and apparent destruction of said group.”
“This is a Leaf Village matter, Don’t interfere,” Tsunade retorts coldly. A vicious frown covers her face.
Gaara raises an eyebrow at the killer intent he senses, “I have no such intention, Lady Tsunade. However, the interests of interplanetary relations, I must insist that my sister Temari accompany your shinobi forces as an impartial observer. She may speak on behalf of the Village Hidden in the Sand.”
Tsunade’s frown lightens and she nods in agreement. “Very well, Lord Kazekage. The Mythrans did mention that the alliance extended to both the Leaf and our allies.”
Temari steps forward in formal robes with her large fan on her back. She bows politely and says in a neutral tone, “I will represent the Hidden Sand Village to the best of my abilities.”
Gaara’s eyes wander over the gathered women and he turns to his sister. “Return at your leisure. I will ensure that the village is safe in your absence. Have a safe journey, Temari.”
Temari hugs him, which he stiffly returns. Gaara releases her from the hug and walks away with his gourd resting comfortably on his back. Temari watches him disappear to a swirl of sand and walks to where she is standing next to Tenten. Everyone is dressed in dark formal robes with the exception of Tsunade who is still in her long green robe. Her dual ponytails hang down over her shoulders.
“This is so boring,” mutters the purple-clad blonde. “I can’t wait until they get here.”
Sakura looks as her master suspiciously. “Lady Tsunade, you haven’t told us anything about the Mythrans other than their name and the wolf beasts we all saw. You wouldn’t even file a report.”
“I filed a report,” Tsunade smirks. “And then, my slug summons accidentally ate it and all copies of it. They are called Wolf Morphs, not wolf beasts. Oh, they’re here!”
“You’re changing the subject, Lady Tsunade,” Kurenai points out stubbornly.
Tsunade’s smirk grows and she points at the sky. Shadows pass over them and they look up to see gigantic creatures descending upon them. The creatures land in a circle around the kunoichi. The only relaxed ninja in the group is the Hokage.
Sunlight glistens off the scales of the magnificent creatures. “What are those!” Ino stammers.
Anko stares at the beings in awe. “They’re so beautiful,” she whispers.
Tsunade announces. “Those, kunoichi, are what Mythrans call Dragons.” Temari and Tenten stand back to back with their hands resting on their weapons with wide eyes. Kurenai steps closer to Ayame to calm her but the ramen chef is already hugging a small puppy that has jumped off one of the dragons.
Ayame squeezes the black puppy and exclaims. “You’re so cute!!” A growl from a nearby dragon causes her to notice that the puppy is wheezing for breath and starting to change colors so she releases it and begins to pet it instead.
A man with blue armor and matching blue hair dismounts one of the dragons and bows to Lady Tsunade. “I presume you arm in charge here?” he inquires with a charming smile. His piercing blue eyes stare into hers.
“I am. Is your skin naturally blue?” Tsunade asks in return, curiosity tainting her voice.
He replies with a smile, “It is. I am Zair the Blue of the Elite Dragoon Corps of the Troll Kingdom’s port city of Taurus. The King has authorized me to take you all to him. The queen is waiting with him.”
Sakura does not miss the disappointed sigh that escapes her mentor but is surprised when Tsunade throws a punch at him. The blue, skilled warrior steps into the punch and deflects it at the wrist into the grass. The ground beside him explodes. He says with a knowing smirk, “I seem to have that affect on women. You need confirmation? Perhaps a message from the queen?” Tsunade nods curtly but her eyes remain full of suspicion. “Then I was informed that if you react this way, you are to be told that Queen Leah sends her love and lots of glomps, whatever those are.”
Tsunade takes a step back and smiles apologetically, “We will accompany you. There is a member more than what we told the queen there would be. Temari of the Hidden Sand Village has joined our party. Is that all right?”
Zair glances around until he notices the sandy blonde haired kunoichi. “She can come. Either way, the royal family will appreciate more company. The king allowed for one or two people coming along on the spur of the moment, so we brought an extra wolf morph just in case. It is—“He spots the puppy and sighs in resignation. “being spoiled by the girl that smells like noodle soup.” Ayame looks up innocently from her petting of the puppy. “Grow, Wolf Morph, by order of the Queen whom you serve.”
The black furred puppy scampers farther away from Ayame and lets out a loud bark. The ninjas stare open mouthed when the puppy begins to grow. Its dark red eyes get bigger and glow brighter. The soft black fur turns into large thick strands of wolf hair. They watch the tiny teeth grow into massive fangs and their toenails enlarge to dig into the ground. Ayame gasps, “Puppy?”
The wolf morph roars, “We live to serve our queen!” It stares down at a shaking Ayame. After a long moment, it licks her cheek and mumbles, “But you’re a nice girl.” She smiles widely and hugs its snout. Another growl from the dragons makes her release it.
Zair announces to the group, “Mount the saddles on the dragons until they are full. Any extras can ride wolf morphs. Let’s ride!” He places the thick dragon-scaled helmet on and lets out a loud growl of his own. The blue dragoon’s scaled armor suddenly clings tightly around his arms and legs and rapidly continues tightening. A thick line forms as the thick leather cape rips itself in two and latch onto his spine. He gasps a little in pain with bones visibly protrude from his back and slide across the upper lining of the parted cape. The material stretches and broadens into blue dragon wings. Zair’s head enlarges itself and merges with the helmet while knife-sized teeth line his expanding jaws. He unleashes a fierce dragon roar into the air.
The ninja quickly mount the surrounding dragons and wolf morph. The wolf morph sprouts wings and the dragons extend their wings. As one, they lift up into the sky. Zair flies above them and notices an odd purring sound. He glances down and notices the steed of Anko. She has her legs wrapped around its scaly neck and she is stroking its jaw and behind its ears. “You’re a pretty dragon, aren’t you?” she murmurs softly. The dragon continues flying but lets out low purrs at her touch, despite the sensation being dulled by the tightly bound scales covering its body. She whispers, “Your beauty rivals that of my snakes.” Zair rolls his eyes and bites down on a small marble-sized ball that was hiding under his tongue.
He opens his mouth and lets the dark blue dust float down over the dragons and wolf morph and their riders. The elite dragoon roars, “Transportation prepared!”
The dust stops its descent in the air and scatters itself into a thin ring around them. The ring solidifies and starts to glow. Zair roars “Transport us by order of King Hawke!” Thick bars of energy stab out both up and down from the ring and stretch around to form a bubble-like cage around them. The bubble shimmers with energy and vanishes in a flash of light.
On the ground, Gaara watches the flash of light take his sister from sight. “Odd,” he murmurs. He continues on his journey back to the sand village but then halts. “I have not seen Naruto Uzumaki in years. I will visit.” He spins on his heels and begins his trek towards Konoha.
On Mythra:
The massive energy ball materializes. The dragons stay in formation with the single wolf morph. The ninja women look around quickly to find themselves surrounded by a squadron of griffins with human archers riding them. They look in front of them to see a gigantic castle drawing closer.
Unnoticed below them is a very large pure black dragon with smoke rising from his fingertips. The energy fades from his scaly fingers and the dragon bows his head. Its eyes close. The dragon’s head begins to shrink and its scales quickly recede. The wings and tail shrink. The dragon releases a quiet growl of pain. It continues to shrink until it is approximately the size of a human. The man pulls his scaly black gloves tighter onto his hands and looks up at the new arrivals. An aide stands nearby and whispers, “Lord Triak Black, their arrival is complete. They are all unharmed.”
Pulling his hood up over his black hair, Triak nods in acknowledgement and murmurs, “Relay the message to the royalty. I will be in my quarters.” He disappears in a flash of black. The aide gazes out across the plain to watch the streak of black get farther and farther away.
The griffins begin to break off from the escort when the dragons draw near to the castle. The dragons and wolf morph dive down between the stone turrets and the ninjas watch in surprise at twelve beings waiting for them in the large court yard: a minotaur, a centaur, a unicorn, a Pegasus, a werewolf, a small gnome, a dwarf, an elf, a human woman, a tree-like creature called a Lar, a goblin, and a troll.
They all raise their objects of power at the incoming dragons and start muttering in their own languages. The large winged reptilians and the wolf morph’s descent comes to an immediate stop and they hover high above the ground. They continue to chant and lower their objects of power, which gradually lowers the Mythran envoy. The dragons and wolf morph set down gently on the cobblestone court yard. The twelve beings cease their chanting and stand in silence with their staffs, wands, and various other objects.
Large wooden doors swing open into the courtyard and two people stroll out arm in arm. One is a man with brown hair, crooked glasses, a crown, and finely tailored clothing. On his arm is a beautiful woman who has equally dark brown hair, a crown, and a flowing dress. Anko raises an eyebrow when she catches a glimpse of pants beneath the dress but dismounts with the other ninjas without making any comments. Zair, once again in his human form, falls to one knee and strikes his right shoulder with a closed hand. “Your majesties,” he says respectfully.
The king smiles when he sees the visitors. He nods to his obviously excited queen and she rushes forward to greet them. The king says calmly, “Rise, Zair Blue. You have done well in bringing them here safely. You may return to your post with the rest of your unit. Triak will join you in your journey if you are quick enough.” The blue dragoon rises from his knee to bow again and disappear in a blur of blue. The king smirks in amusement then the blue blur goes straight up the wall and then disappears from sight.
“Tsunade!” the queen says loudly. “Welcome back!” She tackle-hugs the Hokage and grins. The other ninjas stare at the two with strange looks on their faces.
Tsunade beams, “Hello, Queen Leah.”
Ino and Sakura look at her and then at each other. Ino whispers, “Did you know?”
Sakura quickly shakes her head. “Did you?” Ino shakes her head.
They say slowly yet simultaneously, “Wow.” Tsunade looks like she is ready to hit her apprentice and Ino when they catch the queen’s attention.
“Oh, you two! You’re pinky and you’re blondie. This should be very interesting. I wonder how Nicki will…I guess we’ll find out!” the queen announces cheerfully and pulls on Tsunade’s hands. “Let’s go! I want to introduce you to all the mistresses and the king and everyone!”
Tsunade pats her on the head and giggles, “Love, I already met the King and the Mistresses.”
The queen grins, “Entirely beside the point! Let’s go!” She pulls Tsunade into the castle. The king gestures for the other ninja to follow with a gracious smile. He hurries after his queen with a chuckle on his breath. “They’re here!” they can hear the queen shout throughout the castle.
The ninja women follow the king with Kurenai and Anko the closest to him in case of any trickery. The king says without looking back at them, “You do realize that if I wanted you dead, you never would have made it onto the dragons, right? They could have dropped you from a height.”
Kurenai answers, “True, but if you know anything about ninjas, you’d know that in our profession we are naturally suspicious people.”
The king smirks and nods understandingly. “That is also true. However, you are here on a vacation. Relax and enjoy yourselves! With all of you here, the mistresses will be quite happy to meet everyone. I’ll bring you to them. The queen will probably be introducing dear Tsunade to our children. I believe they were on a field trip last time she was here.” They approach a large wooden door and he spins on his heels, his cape swirling around him. He bows dramatically and grins, “Beyond this door is where the fun begins. You can be home now if you wish with no repercussions. Politics are stupid and you should have a choice instead of just following orders.”
Ino says loudly, “I want to find out what made Lady Tsunade so different! I’m staying.”
“She hasn’t been this happy in all the years that I have seen her.” Sakura inserts. “I’m staying.”
Kurenai mentions inquisitively, “Usually I can sense a very light genjutsu on her. Since she got back, the genjutsu has been gone. I want to see what could do that to her.” Everyone looks at her in surprise.
Anko grins mischievously, “With such beautiful creatures under your command, you can’t be all bad. I’ll stay.”
Ayame shrugs and says, “Dad said it’s a great opportunity to get more recipes. I’m staying.”
Temari smirks and responds, “I’m staying. The Leaf is not going to be the only one to have diplomatic contact with the Mythrans.”
Tenten seems to think about it. After a few moments, she speaks, “I’ll stay. I’m curious about what kinds of weapons they use around here.”
Shizune holds her pig closer to her chest and says quietly, “I’m not leaving without Lady Tsunade.”
The king grins and pushes his glasses up on his nose. “The family will be glad to hear it,” he says with a restrained excitement in his voice. “Anko, I think you’re going to enjoy Maia’s company. Kurenai, you seem more of a good girl. Your lovely student can break you of that with Yuki the Shapeshifter. Temari, you like to be in charge and are headstrong. You will meet Royal Advisor Hawk and Headmistress Lea. They will show you what dominance is really like. Shizune, you like animals, specifically pigs, and hate bad habits. You can go with Jessica Alba our Priestess from Bob Earth. She’ll help you loosen up. Sakura, you will be with Nicki the Weretiger and Mary Poppins. Tenten, you will have Hanna the Dryad tonight. You both like weapons. Ayame will have Krystle the Noble. Last of all, loud mouthed blonde, Ino, you will have Heather the Amazon.” He smiles at their confused faces. Only Anko seems to have a clue about what he is talking about and has an uneasy smile on her face. “Let us begin!”
The door slowly opens inward without him touching it. Kurenai senses a strange, nebulous presence surrounding them. She tries to dispel genjutsu and nothing happens. “Something’s wrong,” she murmurs.
The king catches her comment and chuckles, “Nothing is wrong, Kurenai. You merely are sensing Castle.”
“The castle?” Ino questions. “What do you mean?”
King Hawke smirks, “My castle is alive. If anyone wishes to cause me or my family any harm, the castle takes care of them and alerts me of the threat.” Sakura touches the castle wall and begins to run a medical scan on it with light bursts of chakra. A low rumbling sound fills the air. The king explains, “She wants you to stop. You’re tickling her.” He spins on his heels and strolls down the hallway. The ninjas follow him, Ayame staying close to him. A servant walks by and Hawke snaps his fingers. The servant immediately begins to walk with them. “Take this charming young woman’s luggage to the kitchen. She will be there shortly.” The small troll takes the backpack from Ayame and rushes down the corridor. “I love trolls, so eager to serve the family,” he comments without any falter in his step.
“You have slaves?” Kurenai inquires with a frown.
The king spins to face her with a chill in his voice. “They are servants who are paid daily for their services. I do not approve of slaves. Ninjas are often tools of other nations. I would not be so swift to be judgmental of new allies.” He turns away and storms down the corridor.
Anko scowls at her friend. “Use your head. We're on a mission!” The two continue in silence down the hallway. They hear quiet whispers as they pass coming from the lighting.
The king calls without turning around, “Don’t mind the candles. They are merely paying you compliments. We’re almost to the dining room. We will have lunch with the family. After such a journey, you must be hungry. Time transmorphing between dimensions is quite a draining experience if one is not accustomed to it.” A pair of doors opens and he strolls in with them. Plates, cups, and silverware fly throughout the room and set themselves down on a long table in the center of the room. Five children, two infants, and ten adults are sitting around the children. Leah pulls the Hokage into the room from a different door and grins innocently. Both women’s hair is messy and their clothes are ruffled.
“Hi, honey,” the king smiles at them warmly. “Did you give her a more thorough tour of the castle?” The queen looks around innocently and starts to whistle. He chuckles, “Well, did you two enjoy yourselves at least?” Tsunade grins and Queen Leah nods enthusiastically. “Good to hear! It’s lunch time. Care for a bite?” They sit down at the table and more chairs move their legs to get around the table before stiffening into normal chairs. He glances at the kunoichi still standing. “Have a seat. You must be hungry.”
He strolls to the front of the large wooden table and takes his seat with his queen on his right hand and a woman who looks identical to the queen except for her very skimpy outfit. The brown haired look-alike of the queen has cat ears sticking out of her hair with a tail that sways back and forth from her backside between the wooden supports of the chair’s back. The small black bra barely covers her cleavage and holds in her breasts from exposure. The queen on the other hand is still in a regal gown. The ninjas take their seats but look at the other adults in confusion. Each woman at the table has very revealing clothing on. Strangely enough, there is only one other man at the table besides the king who is a mirror image of his Majesty but has a rougher countenance then that of the king and an open-chested button up shirt and a pair of black pants. The king has his hair combed back with the crown covering his head while the other man has his hair combed to the side.
“If you and she are the king and queen, who are those two?” Tenten asks the king from her seat. Food platters hover through the air from the outer ring of three layered kitchen and dining area. The elven and human cooks set Ayame’s backpack to a side counter and cook the food for the royal family and guests. The table sits in the center of the room with counters surrounding them in four parts to make a disconnected circle with the kitchen staff working to prepare the food.
The king smiles, “As you have probably been informed already, I am King Hawke and this is Queen Leah. The man who looks like me is my faithful friend and Council Member Hawk. The woman who looks like the queen is her clone and head mistress Lea. I hope all of you like steaks.”
The platters that land along the long table’s center are filled with fruits, meats of various types in the style of steaks, carrots and strange looking purple vegetables, and two or three platters entirely dedicated to desserts. “No dessert until the rest of the food is gone,” the king announces firmly. Everyone nods in acknowledgement and starts piling food onto their plates.
“You need to eat more than that, Miss Yamanaka,” says a very tall muscular woman with short curly black hair with red streaks through it. “A ninja needs food that will give them energy to burn later.” She piles more food onto her plate and smiles. “That much is satisfactory. Eat up! Just so you know whose name to scream later, I’m Mistress Heather.” The amazonian turns back to her own large plate of food.
Kurenai sits next to her former Hyuga student who is feeding multicolored mush to the infants with the assistance of a woman with long brown hair that is held up in a bun so that the babies cannot grab it. Hinata eats some food but mainly focuses on feeding the babies. “Are those babies yours?” Kurenai asks with a sinking feeling in her stomach.
“No, these are the king and queen’s children. This is Adrianna and Tolt,” Hinata replies. She smiles as the brown haired woman feeds the other baby. "This is Mistress Mary Poppins. She was brought in from another world too to help as a Nanny."
Kurenai smiles gratefully and begins to eat, but she cannot help but notice that the children are talking freely with the other ninjas while eating their food without the usual complaining that children give. The woman with hair as bright blonde as Ino’s notices her curious glances. After finishing another of the purple-colored vegetables, the woman says, “The children are very grateful to be here. Other than the infants, the others were originally adopted. They wouldn’t know to complain even if they were told.”
“Oh, that would explain why parents so young can have so many children,” Kurenai says understandingly.
The woman giggles and answers, “Yes, their Majesties simply have hearts too big for their own good. I am Mistress Krystle, by the way.” She holds out her hand to the genjutsu expert.
“I am Kurenai,” answers the red eyed woman with a smile, returning the gesture.
Krystle shakes her hand and goes back to eating. Before taking her next bite, Krystle says, “I’m glad you could visit. You have beautiful eyes.” Kurenai looks startled at the comment but continues eating.
Meanwhile, Sakura is having a conversation with the child that has dark brown hair and is wearing glasses. “I hope we can flashgrow tonight,” the boy says. “It would be so fun!”
Sakura tilts her head curiously. “How does one flashgrow?”
“By asking daddy, silly!” the boy replies with a bright smile. “I’m Demetri. Do you like reading books?”
“I do,” she answers the boy. “I’m Sakura.”
Demetri smiles, “That’s a pretty name. I like reading too.” Krystle shoots him a glance and he smiles wider. “But I like Krystle the most! She is going to be my queen someday.” She smirks and continues eating across the table from him. Sakura glances between the two in confusion but decides not to push the issue. Demetri continues talking about everything that he likes to do, from reading to griffin riding.
Sitting next to Tsunade, the dark haired medic ninja feeds some food to Tonton who is quickly served a plate of her own to eat out of on the floor. The pig oinks happily and eats. Shizune feels some feet around hers and stares confusedly at a gorgeous woman dressed in a nurse’s outfit. There is a small tiara-shaped hat on her head with a small red cross on it. The clothing is tight-fitting but is designed to show off the legs and let the breasts hang out, completely exposed to the world. Her long blonde hair flows freely down over her shoulders and down her back. She sticks a sausage with her fork and lifts it up slowly to her mouth. She licks up and down the sides of it before sucking on the tip seductively. She then takes a bite out of it and winks at Shizune. The medic ninja looks over at her master who is openly flirting with the queen. Shizune and the king are the only two people close enough to see one hand on their silverware for their food and the other running over each other’s hands and legs. Shizune blinks a few times and then goes back to her food in a daze. She tries to ignore the nurse-clad mistress’s sock-covered foot lightly running up the inside of her robe and along her inner thigh feelingly but is having a very hard time. The mistress says calmly as if nothing is happening out of the ordinary, “My name is Mistress Jessica Alba, but you can call me Jessica or Jess.” She takes another bite of the sausage and licks her lips slowly when she is certain Shizune is watching. Shizune gulps and focuses on her food and glass of juice that was set in front of her.
Later That Night:
The women of Konoha are excited, having explored the many strange rooms in the castle. They are led down the candle-lit hallway to a large room by Hinata. She turns around to face them wearing a plain blue gown that goes down to her ankles. She smiles at them with more confidence then any of them have ever seen. “I’m glad you all decided to visit. Now, for your vacation to really begin,” she says mysteriously. She opens the door and enters the room, followed by her former teacher. She walks into the room where there are rows of beds lined up side by side to make a very large bed with small spaces between them. On each bed is a mistress in their costumes.
Their eyes start to wander around the large room. Dimly-lit romantic candles are positioned around the room to give shadows off in suggestive places. The beautiful Hyuga draws their attention back to her by snapping her fingers. They can barely see how fast her clothing morphs into something entirely different. Her long blue hair flows down her back and her arms cross over her chest. Covering her arms are web-like linings that start at the back of the hands and go up to the middle of the upper arm. She has a short black sort of puffy skirt that comes down just enough to cover her hips. Hinata winks at the ninja and says flirtingly, “Don’t be shy.” She moves her arms back to reveal her tight black bra barely restraining her ample breasts. “They won’t be.” The other mistresses stare at the newcomers with visible desire in their eyes. Two of the mistresses, the blue haired weretiger and the amazonian snake their arms around the bedposts and rub between their legs against the solid bedposts teasingly, moaning loudly. Others lie back against the soft blankets and pillows and watch the guests with expect smiles.
Queen Leah comes up behind the women wearing a tight red and black outfit with hearts all over it. She says with a wide smile, “I’m the queen of hearts and will be the host for this evening. I hope you enjoy your stay.” She walks among them towards her bed, swaying her hips with each step and brushing up against some of the ninja women playfully. Her long brown hair goes down despite her crown on her head. The king walks in with a night robe on and looks around at everyone.
“Good timing,” he whispers almost to himself. Loudly, he says, “Mistresses, you know who you get.” He takes off his glasses and puts it on a night table before getting into his bed.
The mistress with a small face but very cute lips and long blonde hair running down her back known as Jessica sits up in bed. She turns around so that her breasts hang out while exposing her back which is barely covered by two strands that hold her clothing on. Tilting her head up to help keep the tiara-shaped red cross cap on, she calls out, “I want Shizune.” Shizune looks around uncertainly. Jessica smiles and gestures her forward with a finger. “Come on, I don’t bite…unless you’re into that kind of thing.” Shizune hesitantly approaches the bed. Jessica slowly runs her fingers down over her breasts, down her stomach over the dark red clothing, and then finally down her long bare legs. She smiles wider when she catches Shizune’s eyes following the path of her hands. “When was the last time that you had a checkup, Shizune?” Jessica asks seductively.
Ino looks around the room in disbelief and whispers to Sakura, “Are we going to go through with this?”
Sakura glances back at her as if she were crazy. “Nobody will ever know, we’re on vacation, it’s part of being diplomatic, and these will probably be the best lays we’ll ever get since most of the guys in our village are either traitors, idiots, or jerks. I’m staying,” the pink haired girl whispers back.
“Oh, Ino baby, come to me,” a voice practically drips with sweetness.
The blonde starts to panic when she feels Sakura’s hands rubbing up and down her arms slowly in a reassuring manner. “You’re up,” she whispers. Kissing her friend on the cheek, Sakura whispers, “Have fun.” Ino is struck speechless her friend’s encouragement and begins to walk towards the bed where her name is being called. She turns around and stops, her jaw dropping at the woman waiting on the bed for her. The very shapely muscular woman waiting for her has chin length curly black hair with red streaks in it. She has a very tight red dress on that barely comes past her hips or restrains her muscles. Sitting down on the bed, the woman shows to have knee high red boots and a tail sticking out of her backside that moves slowly. The woman has two glittery horns sticking out of her head and her eyes drop down to see just enough cleavage that the nipples are covered, but anything from there up merely has a thin red very transparent veil over it. The woman murmurs huskily, “I’m Mistress Heather in case you forgot. If you treat me like a devil, I’ll put you on cloud nine. Come here!” Ino blinks a few times but walks forward to the bed, almost in a daze.
Sakura giggles at her friend’s reaction until she hears her name being called. She pauses for a moment when a second voice calls out to her. The pink haired kunoichi turns around to the bed right beside her to see a gorgeous blue haired woman whose hair barely comes down to her shoulders. The woman has a blue very miniskirt with a thin transparent veil going up the very middle of her stomach like a pathway to her good sized breasts. A dark blue silken material covers the majority of her breasts and between them while the veil continues after the silk and goes up around the back of her neck and reaches down into the skirt. Connected to the skirt is a pair of handcuffs. Two small blue cat ears stick out of her hair and a blue furry tail flips around behind her on its own. She strokes her whiskers. The blue-haired woman grins and says, “I like pink hair. It’s as unusual as mine and very attractive, meow! What do you think, Mary?” She looks over at the woman leaning back beside her on the bed. The dark haired woman has her hair down to her midback and has nothing on but a black robe with a heart on the back of it with just enough translucency to make out the shapes inside of the robe. The black silken material of the robe covers the waist but then slowly becomes more open as it reaches higher, leaving a fair amount of cleavage exposed and the woman’s bare neckline.
“Well, Mistress Nicki, I’ve always had a thing for pink,” the woman replies seductively. “You can call me Mary or Mistress Poppins.” Her eyes slowly roam up and down the Sannin's apprentice. “Let’s explore and find out if you are a natural pinky.” Sakura’s cheeks match her hair in color while Mary slowly undoes the tie holding the robe as closed as it is.
The kunoichi remaining begin to look a little nervous at who is going to be called next to the waiting beds of the mistresses. The platinum blonde woman known as Krystle gestures for Ayame, the famous ramen chef of Konoha, to come to her bed. Krystle sits on the side of her bed with a shiny silver dress that is skin tight. It starts barely above the ample breasts and goes down just enough to not allow easy access if the legs were to be opened. Noting the chef’s nervousness, Krystle says soothingly, “It’s alright, Ayame. You’re more beautiful than you were at lunch. Just sit back and relax. I’ll take care of everything.” Ayame takes a deep breath to reassure herself that she can relax and do this with the help of Krystle’s dazzling, yet reassuring, smile. Ayame giggles a little at the bunny ears sticking out of the silvery hair. Krystle smiles and whispers, “We’ll bake like bunnies soon enough.” She winks sexily.
There is the sharp snap of a small whip from one of the beds. “Anko, I want you now,” calls one of the mistresses. A pair of handcuffs hangs from the bedpost and the mistress slowly plays with a very small whip. Anko looks the mistress over and smirks. The mistress has long dark red hair with a mischievous glint in her eye. Her impressive breasts are almost falling out of her tight red and black corset that covers from her breasts to just above her bellybutton. Her tan skin fits right in with the skimpy underwear that she is wearing and rubbing with the handle of the whip while eyeing the snake kunoichi.
Anko leans over the mistress and whispers “Think you can handle all this?” She grabs her own breasts and lifts them for show.
The mistress stares at where her hands are and grins. “I’m Mistress Maia, and I can handle anything, girly. I've been trained to be a Mord Sith.”
“Lady Kurenai, I’d like to have a fuck, I mean, a word with you,” giggles a silken voice from behind the genjutsu-wielding kunoichi. She turns around to see a gorgeous woman with jet black hair. Her dark skin blends in with her black suit. She has on a necktie and a black gangster-looking hat. She has white and black stripes going down her partially buttoned up shirt that goes down just past her hips. She has white frills that go over her hips and over her butt while the rest remains striped. The black tie goes down to rest just above her barely visible over-sized cleavage. “I’m Mistress Yuki, and I want you to get on this bed and show me a good time. Think you can handle that?”
Kurenai seems to think it over before shrugging and answering, “The only person I’ve really been with is Asuma…”
“Then you have a lot of practice to make up for. Get down on this bed, woman,” Yuki calls in a playful tone.
“Don’t worry, Master Kurenai,” Hinata says from behind her, rubbing up against her back. “I’ll be right here the whole time.”
Tenten looks around and then at Temari, the remaining kunoichi by her side. “Uh, ever do anything like this before?”
Temari smiles slightly and replies, “Not that it’s any of your business, but Gaara had to learn about women from someone, and there is no way I’d let any of the sluts in our village do it.” Tenten stares at her in surprise while the Kazekage’s sister gazes back impassively.
“Temari of the Sand, come to us,” states a firm male voice. Her head jerks to the sound of the king’s voice. She looks to see the very attractive clones of the royalty sitting on the bed. She sees Lea kissing and feeling around Hawk’s bare chest while he sits on the bed in nothing but boxers. He strokes her hair and back and repeats, “Get over here. My wife's getting impatient.” He smiles down fondly at the Headmistress and lover, catching her chin to kiss her passionately on the lips.
Temari smiles almost wolfishly at the display and says to Tenten, “I’ll tell you about it later.” She virtually power walks to the bed to join the couple.
Tenten’s jaw hangs down until she notices her name being called. She turns around to see a green-haired & green-skinned young woman about her age sitting on a bed with the king and queen on either side of her. The young woman has her hair running down her back and has a collar and tie around her neck. The queen is playing with the tie, pulling her close for a kiss before doing the same to the robed king. The mistress has on an almost fishnet veil covering from her breasts to her hips, showing off her curves and breasts easily. Two straps go over the shoulders to keep the small bit of clothing up. Tenten notices the triangle-shaped underwear just barely visible through the veiled material. The mistress twirls a pair of hand cuffs on her finger and says, “I’m Mistress Hanna. I’m sort of new around here, but I think you’re going to learn about as fast as I did. This is my king and queen. If you come over here, we’ll make you feel like a real woman.”
Tenten’s mouth moves up and down a few times noiselessly. She blinks a few times and then she glances around the room once more. She notices a candle winking at her and giving her thumbs up for support. The weapons-based kunoichi smiles at her candle and strolls over to their bed, her clothing already being sliced from her body with a kunai in her left hand and a scroll to seal it in between the fingers of her right hand. She steps out of the shredded clothing and tosses the resealed kunai onto the pile of material. She walks up to the king, queen, and mistress and says quietly, “Show me.”
“I thought you’d never ask!” the queen exclaims. The king quietly chuckles with a small smirk gracing his lips.

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A Diplomatic Mission