Fifty Shades of Gennin

The Den.

No one knew how it started. They didn't understand who ran it. And yet, everyone who knew of its existence — meaning every ninja in the village past Jounin rank — didn't ask questions. That was because they were scared to.

Scared that if they got greedy and looked for more, The Den would disappear, and they would lose it forever.

It isn't like that was any great sacrifice. They were all elite ninja. Not asking questions was a skill drilled into them by the age of eleven.

Tenten and Hinata approached the squat, unassuming building in a remote corner of western Konoha. A sign above the door promised a general goods store, but the writing had long faded from weather and age. The door was unlocked. They moved inside without pausing.

Empty racks of shelves made up multiple rows, filled only with dust. The lights were on, but dim, with more than a few burnt-out bulbs. Yet the counter was manned. A man with wild gray hair and a thick patchy beard sat behind it on a stool, reading from a newspaper grasped in both hands.

Tenten strode up to him, leaning her hand on the table.

"Entry for two," she said. "The usual."

The old man glanced up. After a moment, he went back to reading. A patch of wall opened behind him with a quiet hiss, sliding back to reveal a stairwell down into the dark. Hinata and Tenten navigated past the desk, entering without a second thought.

As they left, the old man snorted at something he read. The wall slid back into place, dousing the dim light leaking in from the store.

Depending on who you talked to, asking what The Den was could get you wildly different answers. To some, it was paradise. To others it was a hell, but a necessary one. And some didn't think of it much at all. They visited once or twice, decided it wasn't for them and put it out of their minds.

But for those that lasted in this business, in the business of killing, they always came back. Because there was only one thing that could balance the blood their hands were stained with.

Sweet, wild release.

The stairs continued down for the equivalent of three whole floors. Finally, a door appeared in front of them, with a strange hole beside it on the wall. Tenten and Hinata took turns stepping up to the hole, pressing their thumbs to the wall. Soft light came to life in the shape of strange ink patterns— brown for Tenten, lavender purple for Hinata. Two masks appeared from the hole.

Tenten took the one on the right. It was brown, with a forward slope and protruding snout. With a white patch over the mouth surrounded by dark brown, surrounded by tan, the mask bore an undeniable resemblance to a weasel.

Hinata's own mask was far simpler. Dark brown, it came with twin nubs at the top like protruding ears. It looked like a simple, innocent field mouse.

The moment their masks were affixed, Hinata completely lost the knowledge that it was Tenten standing beside her. 

Of course, logically, she knew that it was her friend. There was no time for someone else to have taken Tenten's spot, and besides, she watched the girl lift the mask all the way to her face. Her trademark buns were even still visible above the mask.

But despite all that, her brain couldn't recognize the girl by looking at her. It was a strange feeling, one that had been unendingly disturbing the first time she experienced it. Yet, like so much here in the Den, Hinata got used to it. Even with the Byakugan, she couldn't recognize the people here once their masks were in place. She knew the effect was created by unbelievably advanced Fuinjutsu but couldn't even guess at the mechanics of it.

At the end of the day, anonymity was a necessity. Only when you left your sense of self at the door could you partake in true freedom.

The girls pushed open the door and stepped into a room vastly different to the dark stairwell.

First time visitors always admitted the same thing about the Den: once you got past the drab exterior, it was far more colorful than expected. Lights glowed on the walls and along the ceiling, none of them plain color. Reds, blues, greens, purples… all of it mixed together, bathing the mingling occupants in a sea of shades. Lights glinted off of animal-themed masks like those Hinata and Tenten wore. They slipped among the crowd without a second glance.

Twenty or so people mingled in this wide, rectangular room. It was split nearly half-and-half between men and women, while most congregated around the middle. A woman stood amidst the small crowd like the eye of a storm as Hinata and Tenten approached.

They caught a few half-glances off of others, but none spoke to or stopped them. Everyone was either absorbed in conversations, or had no interest in talking at all tonight. Only the woman marshaling the crowd turned her eyes onto the newcomers.

She wore a low-cut red dress, although on anyone else it would have simply been a normal one. Her bust was absolutely enormous, larger not only than Hinata's own impressive breasts, but larger than Hinata's entire head. The woman had blond hair pulled back into a high ponytail, with a fringe falling down on either side of a gnarled red mask. Dark horns protruded from its forehead, the nose stuck out and curled up, and sharp canines stabbed out of the mask's false mouth.

When they reached the woman, Hinata and tenten both brought their right fist to their left palm and ducked their heads.

"Greetings, Oni," they intoned.

Oni regarded them in silence before snorting. "Weasel. Mouse. Over formal as ever I see."

Tenten straightened under the light rebuke, but Hinata maintained her bow.

"This place would not exist without you," Hinata said. "I must pay my respects."

Oni only snorted again.

"You say that like it's a great achievement. Bah! I have better things to do with my night than spend it arguing about something like this. You'll be wanting the usual? Of course you will."

Oni shoved a hand down her dress, pushing between those enormous breasts, before pulling free two slips of paper and handing them to the girls.

"Sorry for the theatrics," she apologized. "It really does get the men so excited."

"I really don't mind," Tenten said, perhaps a bit hungrily

Hinata got the feeling that Oni was smirking beneath her mask.

"What a lovely attitude," she said. "I might just have to remember that."

Hinata's attention drifted down to the paper she'd been handed. It was unassuming at a glance, but closer inspection revealed tiny, almost invisible marks of ink. More seals. Reflexively, Hinata channeled a sliver of her chakra into them.

It reminded her of the elemental affinity test Kurenai-sensei had she and her team take so many years ago. Unlike back then, her paper didn't burn to ash. Instead, it turned to a mellow lavender, shining with internal light.

Oni stared at it. "The same again," she observed.

Hinata merely nodded. In truth, her mind was already far from here, dwelling on what would come next. She squeezed her thighs together tightly to try and keep calm.

"Most customers' change at least occasionally, depending on their moods," Oni said. "You certainly know what you like, girl."

Tenten had channeled chakra into her own slip. Unlike Hinata's, hers turned to a ruby red, the edges crumpling in slightly. Oni observed the change with a nod.

"Take your friend here," she said approvingly. "That's the third different result in her last five visits."

"What can I say?" Tenten shrugged. "I'm a girl with many tastes. Sometimes I'm all about a manriki-gusari, other times a real slut for an old-fashioned Chokutō."

"…Sure," said Oni. "I suppose we can go with that analogy."

Hinata bowed her head again, pulling Oni's attention back to her.

"Thank you for your consideration, but I am perfectly happy with my results," she said.

Oni regarded her for a long moment. Finally, she turned away with another trademark snort. "If you say so," she said. "Either way it's no problem of mine."

Hinata kept her head lowered. "I'm grateful for your understanding."

When Oni didn't respond, she raised her head and slipped quickly toward one of the far walls.

Three sides of the room were dominated by doors. Against one wall there were eight, all painted bright red. Opposite them were another eight, these yellow in color. Tenten marched to the red wall, paused for a moment in front of it, then picked a door and stepped out of sight.

Hinata herself had a longer walk. The wall furthest from where they entered had just three doors, unlike the eight-door walls flanking it. Numbered one through three, these had a distinctively purple hue. The exact shade that Hinata's paper had turned.

"Mouse!"

Hinata had reached the doors and paused, pondering which to enter, when the voice called out to her. She turned back to find Oni looking her way.

"Choose room three," Oni said. "You are looking for him, aren't you?"

Hinata's heart skipped a beat.

"Thank you very much!"

Oni waved her off with a dismissive gesture.

"Just enjoy your night, strange girl," she said.

Hinata knew that she would.

-

The door squeaked softly as Hinata slipped inside. She'd done this enough to know that wasn't an accident— it was an announcement.

The room on the other side was no larger than a cell. A single light hung in the center, bathing the space in just enough lavender light to see her hands. Opposite her sat a small basket, above which three clothes hangers had been hung from the ceiling.

Hinata approached the basket. Without hesitation she pulled her purple training top off over her head, stepping out of her pants a moment later. She reached back and unclasped her bra. Her large breasts bobbed free, each more than a fistful for even the luckiest man. Bending forward to push down her panties, she offered the empty room a wonderful view. Then she straightened and folded her clothes one at a time, laying them inside the empty basket.

Her hands trembled slightly as they reached for the first of the hanging clothes; with anticipation, not fear. A sheer thong came loose in her hands, no wider at its thickest point than the width of a Konoha headband. Hinata slid it on without hesitation. The next piece, a bra with little more than patches to shield her nipples, followed immediately after. Finally, she slid a full robe off of the final hanger, pulling it over her shoulders and loosely tying the waist.

As soon as she was dressed, a different patch of wall opened, revealing a dark hallway that Hinata entered.

At the end of this hall, she knew that she'd finally arrived.

The room she stepped into was somewhere between the dim stairwell and the bright main room of the Den, soft white lights ringing the ceiling with an audible artificial hum. The door Hinata entered from wasn't the main one, instead just big enough for her to slip out of. It spat her out next to a simple comfortable cushioned chair, which Hinata promptly sat on. In the middle of the room lay two people, both totally naked beneath the neck.

One, the man, was relatively tall with no shortage of muscle. Chiseled but not overly bulky, every nook and cranny of his body was thoroughly trained. His mask was orange, with black streaks and large white eyes. He had spikey blond hair with sharp bangs hanging down over the top of his mask, partially covering its triangular carved ears. Along with his partner, he lay on an austere bed with a thin metal frame, sprawled on his side. When Hinata entered, his mask turned toward her.

"And so the Mouse scurries back," he said. He looked down at his partner. "I told you she'd come."

A moan was his only answer. The room's other occupant wasn't in condition to notice she was being spoken to, let alone respond. She was lying flat on her back, arms out and legs spread slightly. The most eye-catching feature of her mask was the mouth: fangs jutted from the upper lip, but more interestingly, it included an opening large enough to display half of her lower face. Despite a mature voice, she was an extremely attractive woman, enough that even Hinata took note. While her breasts were nothing compared to Oni's, they were far above average. Her figure narrowed finely at the waist. Tight arms and legs had just enough muscle to look firm. Mesh netting lay underneath her body, the kind that Hinata wore on missions for breathable protection over her midriff, except she spotted enough here to coat the woman's entire body. It had clearly been ripped off of her body with raw strength.

The reason for the woman's pleasure was equally obvious. Even as he conversed casually with Hinata, the man beside her had a hand latched to the woman's crotch, fingering her relentlessly. 

"She came all the way here just to watch us," Fox said. "Don't you think we should give her a show?"

More moans ripped from her visible mouth. They didn't sound negative, but they didn't sound affirmative, either. In truth, they were more like the yowls of a cat in heat than words generated by a human being. Fox turned his attention back to Hinata. 

"Sorry about this," he apologized. "Snake is usually a much more charming lady than this. Actually… that's a lie, but at least she's usually more coherent. I have no idea what's come over her."

"It's quite alright," Hinata said.

Her thighs were glued together, trying to stem what was starting to leak between her legs. Her fingers clutched the armrests on her chair with all the unmitigated strength Gentle Fist users were never supposed to exert, ever. She ached to bring them down to her crotch. It was screaming out for her touch. But she held back. The time wasn't here yet.

Even without being able to see his face, she got the feeling Fox was beaming at her.

"Thanks, Mouse!" he said. "This is why you're the best!"

With that, his attention returned to Snake. Something came over him. Hinata couldn't tell you exactly what it was, but she sensed it. The change made her shudder, even from across the room. His fingers grew rough.

They rammed into Snake at speeds that would've been invisible to the civilian eye. If she hadn't been cumming before, she was now. Her moans took on a guttural quality. As he moved, Fox alternated between ramming two, three, and sometimes even four fingers inside of her. 

"When I ask if we should put on a show, you say 'Yes'," Fox said. "You do not just moan. You don't ignore me. You answer, while I'm still asking."

All the levity that had been in his voice just moments ago had disappeared. Hinata gasped. He sounded deadly serious… and just deadly in general. This was it! Her fingers tore away from the armrests, pushing through the flaps of her robe then the lips of her pussy a moment later. Her breath caught, pleasure the likes of which she'd never known outside of this room rolling through her very being.

"Otherwise, this happens," Fox said. "Otherwise, I do what I want."

He pulled his fingers out of Snake and delivered a heavy SLAP! directly onto the lips of her pussy. Two more exactly like it landed seconds later. Hinata's other hand groped her own breasts as she reached her first orgasm, juices soaking the complimentary thong beneath her robes. She didn't stop, and neither did Fox.

He rose up on his knees. He flipped Snake over, onto her belly. Snake's ass was just as nice as her breasts. Fox slapped it, making both cheeks bounce and jiggle. He didn't pull his hand away. When he lifted his arm a moment later, Snake's lower body came up with it as if glued to his hand.

Fox set Snake on her knees with her head still flat to the bed. A moment later he took the fingers that had filled her pussy and reached around, shoving them straight into her mouth. Snake released a gurgling sound, but it was muffled. Fox's other hand, the one that had been idle so far, began landing a chain of spanks.

Hinata's hips moved unconsciously, grinding on her fingers to push them deeper. Fox's chattering was gone now. He was completely focused on breaking the woman that had come to him for exactly that. When he tired of smacking her rosy ass cheeks, he reached lower. Four fingers shoved into her pussy from behind, while the thumb dug into her ass. The entire time his other fingers forcibly explored Snake's mouth. 

It reminded Hinata slightly of a chinese finger trap… except that in this one, the person shoving his hands in was the one doing the trapping.

Not that it made the view any less hot.

Hinata had already cum multiple times, but she had to admit, her orgasms had nothing on the sheer theatrics of Snake's. The older woman's orgasm had begun squirting out of her like a spray bottle whenever Fox pulled his hands away. Hinata sank lower in her chair, one leg coming up to rest on the seat while the other stuck out farther across the floor. The collar of her robe slipped down, revealing one of her large breasts in its skimpy bra, while the hole at the bottom of her robe faced the whole room. Hinata was moaning wildly, although she was sure it was inaudible under Snake's uninhibited warbles.

Yet Fox heard her.

"Gosh. Here we are, putting on a show, and we've left you so far away Mouse," he said. "Let's change that."

He stood up off the bed as Hinata squawked. His hand grabbed hold of Snake's hair, long purple not too different to the color Hinata's slip of paper had turned. 

"Come," he commanded.

And he marched toward Hinata, pulling Snake by the hair.

The woman quickly managed to struggle after him, although it wasn't easy for her. She couldn't walk with the state her legs were in. To keep some kind of stability she crawled on all fours. Hinata couldn't shake the feeling she was watching a dog walked by its owner, Snake's own purple hair acting like a leash.

When he was directly in front of Hinata, close enough for her to touch if she reached out, Fox stopped. As a hot-blooded and horny young woman, Hinata's attention immediately fell on the very erect and extremely large cock standing at attention below his waist. Fox gave Snake's hair a final yank and physically pulled her against him, so that she was on her knees with her cheek pressed to his girth.

"I've been doing all the heavy lifting," he said. "Now, it's your turn. Suck it."

Snake whimpered. The unique hole in her mask revealed its purpose as she spread lips bedecked with plum lipstick, wrapping up Fox's throbbing tip in her mouth. It was a real stretch. With great effort, she slowly fought her way further down his shaft, each inch bought with sheer will. As she got further down, nearing the halfway mark, her progress slowed even further from the crawl it had been. She persisted, though. Snake fought to keep moving, shoving cock deeper down her throat.

Until the moment Fox shoved her all the way to his pelvic bone.

"Just kidding!" he said cheerfully. "Of course I'll keep doing the work! That's just how I roll. All you need to do is be a good girl and take it."

Snake's head was pulled back just to be slammed down again. Hinata gasped, her Byakugan activating accidentally in a haze of surprise and pleasure. Her vision warped to show her everything within three hundred and sixty degrees, but she was still entirely focused on what was in front of her. Fox and Snake's skin faded and became dull. She could see through it, to the chakra networks underneath. More importantly, she could see Fox's cock again. She could watch, in perfect clarity, as it was mashed so far down Snake's esophagus that the woman must've been quite literally choking.

Fox slammed her head into him with enough force to bruise his lower abs. Spit flew out, hitting the floor around them as dark purple streaks formed up and down his cock. Hinata's fingers were moving faster than ever now, but it wasn't enough to quell the burning sensation between her legs.

The next time Fox mashed himself down Snake's throat, he didn't pull back. He pressed her to his pelvis with all his strength and she didn't budge. With her Byakugan, Hinata could see it. Chakra was collecting in his crotch area, acting like adhesive to stick Snake's face to him like a tree.

Snake tried to pull away, only to find that she couldn't. Flooded by that helplessness, the woman came again without her pussy even being touched. Her eyes rolled back in her head. No one else could've seen, but Hinata watched the outline of her eyeballs themselves slide upward. More tremors shook the woman's body. At exactly that moment, Fox came.

One spurt, then a second, third, and even a forth. Hinata watched each. She saw them fire out deep in Snake's throat. She traced their path as they slid down into her stomach. Hinata came again, and this time she didn't keep her voice down at all. Against every instinct her family had drilled into her across more than twenty years of life, she screamed out the pleasure she was feeling as warm fluid washed past her fingers one final time.

The chakra holding Snake up dissolved. She slid back, falling off of Fox's glistening cock and dropping to the floor. Hinata knew immediately that the woman had passed out.

Fox stared down at her, past his glistening cock that was just as erect as before he came.

"I knew this was going to happen!" he complained. "She always wants it rougher, and then she ends up like this. So selfish! Now I'm out of a partner for the night."

"I believe passing out is a normal human response after that," Hinata said.

Her composure was slowly returning, at least to her voice. It was probably somewhat ruined by the way one of her breasts was hanging out along with the askew thong Fox currently had a view of.

He turned to Hinata. "Say, Mouse, you want to fill in? No pressure, but this is the tenth time you've come to watch. You see something you like. Care for a taste?"

He gave a goofy little wiggle, making his cock sway back and forth. It was hard to imagine that this was the same man who had so brutally been pleasuring Snake less than a minute before, but that was just how Fox was. Hinata learned weeks ago that his moods could change as fast a Transformation Jutsu.

But that wasn't where her mind was right now. It felt as if her heart was beating inside of her mouth. Fox… With her…

She wanted it. She really, really, really wanted it.

Which was why she bowed and said, "I will have to politely decline."

"Aw, man!" Fox complained. "It was worth a shot. You have a good night anyway, Mouse. I have to deal with this one then."

He scooped Snake up and princess-carried her from the room, out of the main door. Hinata caught her breath. She rose from her seat, straightened her robe in the empty room, before slipping back out the way she came in.

She was a Hyuuga, and Hyuuga didn't get what they wanted. Such base emotions were beneath them. She hated it. She couldn't understand it. But she couldn't force herself to go against it, no matter how much she desired to and bemoaned her weakness.

She would soon be married. This much was fine, but going any further could jeopardize everything. Her clan had kept her sheltered like a flower for years, just for something like this, and if she ruined all that effort it would be the end of her, one way or another.

That was why she held back, she told herself over and over as she walked away through the dark. It was self-preservation, nothing more.

Yet the whole way back, she couldn't shake the echo of her father's voice in her head, repeating how proud he would be of her.