Chapter 3 - Exposition

            Kiba Inuzuka was not an especially complex person. That’s not to say he was stupid; his intelligence was, if anything, above average, and he was far from naïve after living through a world war on the front lines. But he was not a great thinker. His approach to life was straightforward: watch out for his friends, work for his village, eat, sleep, occasionally have sex, ordered generally by priority though the last three tended to switch places a lot.
            So when Hinata had shown up passed out bridal style in Naruto’s arms with a bandage around her forehead, he’d been worried. And even as he’d been assured that Naruto had checked and she was fine, he went to the trouble of checking her for strange smells and the like, and what he found was strange to say the least.
            Hinata was a reserved girl, she always had been. But as he took in her scent, he found that she smelled of nothing so much as… well, sex. As she stirred back into consciousness, and found herself positioned like some helpless damsel out of a bad movie, her face went cherry red. Before she could do anything, her eyes flickered downward. Nobody else seemed to notice it, but as Naruto set her down, and she got her balance back, his thoughts turned down some interesting roads.
            Hinata smelled like sex. She’d arrived with Naruto. Enemies had managed to get within a mile of their camp before she raised the alarm. It seemed impossible that after so many years of pining she’d finally gotten up her courage, but…
            As Sakura began discussing their plan of action, Kiba allowed himself a private, toothy smile and a quiet chuckle. ‘Yeah, Hinata! Get that dick!’
            Hinata herself was blissfully unaware of her old teammates thoughts, as she was rather lost in her own. They were simple: she’d elected to pick up where she left off.
            ‘How. How? How? When? HOW?’ Mina was laughing somewhere in the background, as her mind went in circles, trying to understand the things she had seen when she –
            “Hinata!” The Hyuuga heiress blinked back into attentiveness and focused on Sakura.
            “I’m, ah, sorry, Sakura-san. What were you saying?” The pink-haired woman frowned, stepping forward and running green hands over her forehead for the third time since she had arrived.
            “Are you alright? I can’t find anything wrong, but…” Hinata stepped back hurriedly, holding out her hands to ward the other girl off.
            “I-I’m fine.” Sakura looked at her doubtfully, but dropped the subject.
            “Alright, fine. Chouji says you thought the area below us looked weird?” Hinata nodded vigorously; glad to change the subject.
            “Y-yes! I couldn’t find any sort of entrance, but judging by the distortions below us, I’d assume there is some kind of compound here.” Sakura nodded.
            “Right then, if none of our sensors can find a way in, I suppose we’ll have to make one. Kiba, you’re up!” The young man in question nodded, walking forward along with his dog and taking up a stance on all fours.
            “Let’s go, Akamaru. Gatsuga!” He and the horse-sized canine he was bonded to twisted in unison and soon blurred beyond recognition, slamming into the ground and grinding away at it like an enormous two-part drill. They bored on for a few minutes until a loud crash went up, and both jumped back out of the hole they’d created. Kiba grinned.
            “We’re in.”
 
 
            Naruto glanced around another corner into another empty hallway. That particular sight was starting to get extremely annoying, though not nearly so much as the fox in his head refusing to shut up. ‘I’m telling you gaki; I’ve never seen a person as infatuated as she is. It’s like she’s screaming her feelings through a loudspeaker.’
            Naruto felt ahead with his Sage sense, but it was just as distorted and weird as ever; the whole compound seemed to be designed to throw off sensors. ‘Kurama, this really isn’t the best time.’ The fox scoffed derisively.
            ‘Please. Like anything we find down here would be an honest threat to us. In case you hadn’t noticed, you and the Uchiha brat are in your own league now.’ Naruto frowned at the reminder of his own freakish strength. On the one hand it was awesome being one of the most OP things alive, but sometimes it could get really boring. He hadn’t had a good fight in almost a year what with Sasuke being busy his last few visits.
            ‘Oh yeah, busy screwing the pink banshee into a damn coma. Come on, you don’t need me to figure that one out.’ Naruto shuddered as well-suppressed memories threatened to resurface. Suffice it to say that his old teammates were not the most discrete people he knew. 
            ‘I thought we agreed never to talk about that again.’ Shaking away echoes of past horror, he walked up to the first door on the left and opened it slowly, wary of traps. 
            He found what looked like some sort of armory: swords of various styles lined the walls, and crates marked with kunai and shuriken decals were stacked in a corner. He lifted a heavy broadsword from its display stands and tested its weight in his hand. It was remarkably well balanced.
He gave a few experimental swings and seriously considered taking the thing. ‘What do you think? I mean, the sheath’s a bit tacky, but – ’
            “Naruto Uzumaki.” Naruto jumped and whirled to find the doorway occupied by a man with white hair, wearing a white robe. His eyes were flat and blue: utterly lifeless. Had he really been so deep in his thoughts that he’d completely missed this guy’s approach? He had to get out on more missions: obviously he was going soft.
            The strange man continued in a flat monotone, scanning Naruto’s body. “Jinchuriki of Kyubi, Transmigrant. Threat classification: A. Potential for experimentation: negligible. Elimination recommended.” Naruto raised an eyebrow at the mention of elimination. Assuming he planned to do it personally, this guy was either ridiculously confident or suicidal. Maybe both.
            “Look, man, you seem to know who I am, so how about –” The man’s mouth opened and a ball of yellow light began to coalesce in front of it. Naruto’s senses might have been fuzzy, but he could tell the thing was close to charged already; even at his speed, he wouldn’t be able to dodge all of it. So with a thought, he pushed as much chakra into his front as possible, and crossed his arms to tank the thing.
 
 
             Hinata and Kiba were having a bit more luck. They’d stumbled across a large metal door that just about screamed: “I am important, smash me open.”
            So they did just that, and found themselves in probably the most stereotypically evil-looking lab possible. The grey metal walls were lined with opaque glass cases, glowing a deep purple. A desk covered in papers was pushed into a corner. An operating table sat in the middle, along with a counter covered with small test tubes, most of them a similar purple to the larger cases. The whole place smelled like antiseptic and – strangely enough – cinnamon.
            “Sooo…” Hinata tore her eyes away from the glowing objects to look at her old teammate. “How long have you and Naruto been a thing?”
            Hinata fought off lightheadedness as she thought about the blonde man, barely reigning herself in from another repetitious episode of ‘how’s. “I… I, ah don’t…” Kiba raised an eyebrow, smirking.
            “Hinata, you’ve known me for years. My nose doesn’t lie.” Her eyes widened, and darted down to her pants. It was faint, almost imperceptible, but there was still a stain there from her… stress-relief in the woods.
            “Ah… I…” She swallowed, trying to get control of herself. ‘Don’tfaintdon’tfaintdon’tfaint…’
            “Alright, fine, if you don’t want to talk about it, I’ll back off. Good job, though.” He was still smirking to himself. Hinata turned away and busied herself by walking to the desk and looking over the notes. She couldn’t make heads or tails of the chemical formulas and jargon on them, but once she sorted through, she found a small leather-bound notebook. She flipped it open to the first page.
 
We’ve successfully managed to recreate some of the chakra oddities we observed in subjects one and five, but unfortunately the process killed them. Upon further observation, we found that working from latent genes seems to result in greater potential. Applying these findings to subject three produced better results, but again, death upon unlocking advanced powers. We’ve decided to keep subject zero on standard treatments until we find a safer way to unlock later-stage abilities, but I’m not sure how much longer we can get away with so little progress. Toneri isn’t known for his patience.
 
           The entry ended there. She flipped a few pages ahead, eyes narrowing. Clearly their experiments were genetic in nature, and they seemed to be discussing unlocking bloodline abilities. Work like this was always dangerous.
 
Major breakthrough yesterday: subject ten managed to get in and out of his final form without severely damaging any of his organs. For so long, it seemed like the succubus chakra was completely incompatible with male systems, but if this is any indication, we might have subject zero up to full capability by year’s end. Toneri should be happy with that. On a slightly more morbid note, subject nine got loose the other day, went completely nuts. Managed to kill Mai before we brought him down. Still, this is progress too. Nine was one of our oldest survivors. It seems prolonged abstinence can lead to violent insanity in the strain we’ve created. We’ll be ready next time, and hopefully we can mitigate the effects on zero.
 
            Hinata finished the second entry, staring blankly down at the paper. ‘Mina… Do you know anything about this?’ The older succubus hissed to herself.
            ‘They’re trying to make Incubi, the insane bastards.’ She sighed. ‘Hypothetically, they’re a male version of a succubus. Our abilities don’t transfer to sons. Every attempt to change that has led to exactly what they’re describing: death and insanity.’ Hinata frowned.
            ‘Could that poison they used on Shikamaru be derived from our abilities?’ Mina sent thoughtful confirmation back along the link.
            ‘That’s what I was thinking. Couple questions, though: where did the researchers go, where did they get the info to even conduct these experiments, who’s Toneri, and what’s in those glass things along the wall?’
            “Hey, Hinata.” She blinked back to attentiveness and turned to Kiba. He was standing with his palm against one of the tubes, wide-eyed. “Are there guys floating in the ones near you?” She walked quickly to the closest one and peered through the glass. It was misted to the point she couldn’t see anything, but as her hand trailed over the cold glass, she found herself face-to-face with a naked woman about her own age. She was bald, and modestly figured, with pale skin; though it was difficult to tell with the purple glow of the liquid she was floating in. Dark lines played over her skin, from just above her sex up her torso, but she couldn’t make out the exact patterns.
            She moved to the next tube, rubbing the glass and peering through. The rest were the same, empty but for the strange purple liquid. Kiba approached the woman’s capsule, gazing through the rapidly fogging glass.
            “We should let them out.” Hinata frowned. It did seem wrong to just leave them there.
            “I suppose so… Look for a release mechanism.” He nodded, and started feeling around the sides of the pod, brow furrowed in concentration. Hinata walked hesitantly over to the occupied pod on the other side of the room and did the same. Kiba found his before she did.
            “Got it!” There was a sharp clicking sound, and the liquid drained from the pod in a matter of seconds. With a loud hiss, and a pop of decompression, the front swung open, and the woman fell forward into Kiba’s arms, clutching at his shoulders and coughing up purple. She groaned, blinking her eyes open and looking up into his. For just a second, Hinata thought her irises flashed bright lavender.
            “Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe n –” Kiba didn’t get a chance to finish; she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled herself flush with him, and slammed her lips into his. Hinata looked on with swiftly reddening features as the very, very naked woman deepened the kiss, visibly slipping her tongue into his mouth, and bringing her leg up to rub against his crotch. Despite a few initial efforts to push her off, her grip was strong, and before long, his common sense seemed to fly away.
            It was at that moment, just as Hinata was about to go over and pry her off, that Naruto came crashing through the wall, smashing pods and sending purple liquid everywhere as he tumbled ass over teakettle. He quickly rolled to a stop, and picked himself off the ground, wiping his face off with his sleeve. He took stock of the room and raised an eyebrow.
            “So either I got hit harder than I thought I did, or Kiba’s making out with a naked chick.” He spat something that might have been blood onto the floor. “What’d I miss?”
           Hinata rubbed pod juice out of her eyes, peered back through the hole he’d made in the wall, and saw that it was only the last of four or five he had demolished on his way to the room. “We found some, ah, notes. We think they were conducting some sort of genetic research here. She was in one of the pods. There’s another man over there.”
           The tap of footsteps drifted through the hole, and she turned back only to come face to face with a man with glowing blue eyes and a white robe. Naruto glared at him, hands curling into fists.
           “Hinata Hyuuga. Clan Heiress. Succubus. Threat classification: C. Potential for experimentation: high. Capture recomme –” He didn’t get to finish. Naruto disappeared from next to Hinata and reappeared in front of him, slamming an uppercut into his chin so hard that he smashed through the ceiling and out of the compound.
           “I’ll deal with him. You get the other guy out of his pod…” He stopped to look at the other two people in the room, the female of whom had begun fondling the other’s junk through his clothes. Naruto sighed. “And get her off of Kiba.” For a second he glowed like a miniature sun, and then he was gone, shooting through the hole in the ceiling and leaving Hinata alone.
           Alone with one of her oldest friends, and a woman who was now unbuckling his belt. The wet sucking sound of their continued lip-lock wasn’t making it any less awkward. “Ah, excuse me, would you, ah, mind maybe –”
           ‘Keep your panties on, whelp, I saw him first.’ The voice echoing in Hinata’s mind was definitely not Mina. It was too rough, too straightforward. As she processed this newest development, the woman finally broke her kiss, and in the same smooth motion, pulled Kiba’s cock free, stroking it lightly. Hinata had seen it before, and she supposed by normal standards it was very impressive, but her scale was a bit skewed at this point.
           “What are you –?” Any protest he might have formed was silenced as she knelt down and engulfed his dick with her mouth like it was nothing. There was no preamble, or effort, she just dropped down, and made it disappear. Kiba meanwhile, went cross-eyed.
           ‘I’ll be done in a second. You can get your turn then. Fuck if you don’t need it.’ Hinata pinked, rooted firmly to the spot by the raw ridiculousness of the situation. Loud wet sucking sounds dominated the room as the bald woman continued to effortlessly deepthroat all wrist-thick ten inches of Kiba’s dick, as if it were a cocktail sword.
           ‘Hey kid, I’m back, what’d I –? Oh wow!’ The sudden return of Mina’s voice snapped her out of her stupor. ‘Is that Jaquelin? I haven’t seen her in years! Hey, Jacky!’ Hinata wondered for a second if all succubi had such strange names. Meanwhile, Jacquelyn’s tongue snaked out much farther than it should have been able to and wrapped around Kiba’s balls. He groaned at the sudden contact, and she just kept choking him down.
           ‘Mina? Shit, screw a year; it’s been at least a few decades. Is Tits McGee here one of yours?’ Kiba gave out one last groan, and speared his hips forward, burying himself balls deep in her mouth. A visible bulge traveled down her throat as he came. ‘Ah, fuck yeah, that’s the stuff. I haven’t gotten a single drop for five fucking months.’ And not a single drop escaped her lips as she swallowed on his pulsating shaft.
           ‘Gods, that sounds horrible. Hinata’s not one of mine, I’m just staying with her dad for a while. I guess you haven’t changed much.’ Jaquelin began to slowly pull back, sucking loudly as she went. Finally, she let Kiba’s cockhead go with a loud pop, letting the last few strands of his orgasm cover her face. Her tongue snaked out languidly and scooped it up, holding it in her mouth for a moment before she swallowed it as well. A slight bulge had developed in her abdomen.
           “Ah, fuck, that was good.” Kiba stumbled back against the wall, breathing hard, and blinking as though he’d just woken up. She stood proudly, licking her plump lips with what looked like euphoria. One of her hands reached down and cupped her round ass. “Ah, good, I was afraid I’d atrophy after that kind of dry spell. Hey whelp; you want a go? I think he’s got another load in him.” Hinata looked away, face just as bright red as ever. It seemed she would be spending the entire mission in a state of embarrassment.
           “N-no thank you, Jacquelyn-san.” Mina stifled a laugh.
           ‘Don’t bother, Jacky, she’s got her eyes on bigger game.’ If possible, Hinata got redder, though this time it was with anger.
           “Naruto-kun is not some beast to hunt!” Mina just laughed harder. Jacquelyn raised an eyebrow.
           “Well, cute as all that commitment is, you’re gonna need to take care of yourself soon.” She looked down at her tattooed body, still both dripping with purple, and utterly naked. “You got a towel? Maybe some spare pants?”
 
 
            ‘This guy just doesn’t fucking quit!’ Naruto blocked another chakra blast with a Truth-Seeking Ball and shot forward, charging a Rasengan in his right hand.
            The thing tried to dodge around his arm at the last second, but out of nowhere, a sword impaled its leg, and Naruto drove his jutsu home, right into its chest cavity. There was a hideous grinding noise, like ripping sheet metal, and it exploded. As parts of what Naruto now realized was a puppet went flying in all directions, Sasuke swooped down on a hawk summon, landing with simple grace, and retrieving his chokuto. “So. What’s with the robot?”
            Naruto shrugged. “Dunno. It seemed to know a lot about me, though.” As if on cue, the thing’s head – miraculously still intact – began speaking, though its voice was distorted now; obviously artificial.
            “Sasuke Uchiha. Sole surviving clan member. Transmigrant. Threat classification: A. Potential for experimentation: minimal. Elimination recommended.” The man in question walked forward, eyes cold under the shadow of his dark hair. His remaining hand moved out from under his cloak and leveled his blade at the thing’s eyes.
            “Tell me, puppet. Does your master see what you see?” The thing seemed to contemplate this for a moment.
            “Toneri-sama knows all that is within the power of this unit to communicate.” A sadistic smirk curled Sasuke’s lips, and he leaned forward, bringing the tip of his blade to within an inch of the thing’s left eye.
            “Then he should know this. We will find him. And when we do, my blade will be the last thing that he sees.” Then he drove his chokuto out the back of the decapitated head, and sent a surge of ration chakra into it. Without further preamble, it exploded.
            Naruto blinked for a second, frowning. “Did you really have to be so melodramatic? I mean, we don’t even know what the guy wants.” Sasuke shrugged, any trace of ill intent gone from his face as he sheathed his sword.
            “An advance puppet he sent gave you enough trouble to warrant you glowing up. I don’t know about you, but the idea of a good fight sounds amazing to me.” Naruto considered this for a second then shrugged, grinning.
            “Yeah, actually. Spars don’t really cut it, huh?” Sasuke hn’d, and they lapsed into comfortable silence as they started back toward the closest opening.

Sorry for the shorter chapter, and the general lack of sex. It just felt weird to cut it anywhere else. Hopefully next chapter can make up for it.