The Traveling Pussy

Chapter 3: Shikamaru's Modification

When I woke up a few days later tied to my bed, surrounded by Ino, Shikamaru, and Chouji, I was shocked. As of yesterday, none of them were wanting anything to do with me. Frankly, I wasn’t really interested in them, either. I wasn’t into girls; Shikamaru was too lazy to top unless the alternative was more troublesome, and Chouji, the scariest looking of the three, was really the sweetest and kindest of the bunch. Besides, I don’t even like barbeque sauce very much, and certainly didn’t ever want to have sex involving it or any pork products ever again.

But I had to admit, it was pretty hot being tied up spread-eagled on my bed. As usual I hadn’t bothered with a nightgown. It was exciting to be the only one naked in a room with three other people, and the fact that two of them were my x’s while the other was one of my archenemies made it even hotter. I tested the bonds, and they were holding. I wasn’t going anywhere for a while. My nipples were pretty excited by all this, but I was going to pretend I was bored. It was sort of weird though. I mean, why would they even bother to tie me up when Ino could possess my body with her Shintenshin no Jutsu, and Shikamaru could force me to imitate his every move with his Kage Mane no Jutsu?

The sound of my bathroom toilet flushing startled me—there was somebody else here? I was shocked when Kiba walked in from the bathroom. I jerked angrily at the bonds, no longer interested in playing. I liked Kiba and had been grateful to him for pointing out that it was the thrill not the lover I was looking for. But I wasn’t into groups, and I really wanted to just love one guy for the rest of my life and not get tired of him and bored with the sex. I hadn’t really worried when it was Ino and her old teammates playing bondage games since I didn’t think they’d do anything really twisted in front of each other. Kiba, on the other hand, was a wild guy who like group sex. I’d probably been pursuing him because I knew that I couldn’t hold his interest very long or exclusively, just part of my addiction to fucked up relationships. But this wasn’t looking good.

“Just what the hell is going on here? You guys having a party for me or something? Who else is going to show up?” I demanded.

“Hmmm, Shino’s not here, yet?” asked Kiba.

I started to shriek for help at the top of my lungs, thrashing wildly at the bonds holding me to the bed. I was terrified. Shino’s bugs were going to kill me, and Kiba and Ino-Shika-Cho were here to watch. I was forced to calm down when a soft purple cloth was forced into my mouth. I struggled, but the purple cloth stuffed my mouth holding it open. Ino leaned down over me and whispered in my ear, “Those are my panties in your mouth. You should be grateful to us. Shino wanted to use his bugs to hold you down and gag you.”

I immediately calmed down because that was so clearly a lie. Shino would never let his bugs near my mouth again—the ones I had killed by mistake had been sucked down and swallowed. Shino loved his bugs too much to risk them. Ino’s panties, oh, god, gross. Was this supposed to be erotic? What the hell was going on? I didn’t want any part of this. It was likely some sick way of paying me back, and the best thing to do was just endure it with dignity. I closed my eyes and tried to meditate myself into another state; it was the classic technique taught at the academy for when you were captured by the enemy.

Distantly I heard Kiba start to laugh, and then the panties were taken out of my mouth. I kept my eyes closed and concentrated on reaching a state of calm indifference.

“Sex, then a jolt of fear, now pretty much nothing is what my nose says,” Kiba informed us. Hmm, so Kiba was here to smell my reaction? That was vaguely interesting. I opened my eyes to see if I could tell what was up. The four of them were standing around my bed, one by each limb.

Chouji blushed when I looked at him and asked, “Do you want a blanket?” He always was a softie.

“Why don’t you just untie me, now that you have my attention?” I asked.

“Well, I’m out of here,” said Kiba, “Thanks for the roses, babe, and um, one change in my advice. Try for somebody that both attracts you and scares you, not somebody that pisses you off or genuinely makes you angry. You can thank Shikamaru for that modification.” With a quick tug, Kiba freed my right leg as he moved to go out the door. “Later all,” he said.

“Bye,” we chorused, myself included. The rest of my bonds were loosened, and I got up and went into the bathroom, leaving the three of them in my bedroom. I took a long drink, went to the bathroom, and washed my hands and face. I brushed my teeth and flossed. Then I thought about taking a shower, but decided to check on my guests. I came back out of the bathroom prepared to deal with any weirdness, but they were gone. For a moment I thought I had imagined the whole thing, but no, there were definitely four white bandages on each post of my bed that hadn’t been there last night.

The whole rest of the week, I kept turning things over in my head. When the weekend came, I volunteered for overtime for the first time ever. It was a weird weekend for me. I spent most of it on gate duty. I considered everyone who entered or left my gate carefully, evaluating my feelings, reactions, or just first impressions of them. It was really weird, but I couldn’t seemed to find anybody available who was both sexually interesting and scary. I didn’t observe anyone unattached who I both hated and was attracted to either. Actually I was having a hard time feeling attracted to anyone. The whole weird visit from Ino-Shiko-Cho plus Kiba had me determined not to talk to anybody about my love life or lack of one. Having Ino’s panties end up in my mouth had also made me careful about flirting with anyone whose panties I didn’t want stuffed in face. And the panty criterion really seemed to limit the number of “possibles” out there.

Evidently I did such a good job on gate duty that weekend (or else it was such an undesirable post) that I was offered a permanent change of schedule to work weekends on the gate. I hesitated. I wasn’t involved with or chasing any men right now, but if I changed my mind about that, having long weekend hours would be a problem. Besides all the good sporting events and parties were on Saturdays, and although I wasn’t interested in either right now, I knew I was going to miss them if I didn’t have the opportunity to go to them.

The jounin in charge of my mission assignments this month then asked me about switching to working night missions and doing night gate duty for the rest of the month, something I had never done, and I agreed to give that a try. The plus side was that it would minimize my interactions with most of the chuunins who were about my age, in other words, most of my x’s, for three weeks at least. Besides I had a feeling that the sort of guy I was looking for would be easier to find at night than in the day.

I was still fantasizing about Ibiki. But he was thirteen years older than me, and thirteen years of his life was a lot of living. I didn’t care, but I was scared enough of Ibiki to use this as an excuse to look for someone else. I was doing a ton of research on the citizens of Konoha—in addition to my excessively detailed log reports on gate duty, I would request files on people who were coming in and out more than normal and read up on them. It was a good excuse to get more information, and once I read a file, I tended to remember a person’s name and anything remotely scary that they had done. Of course, I also requested a bunch of files on the lame grounds that I need to know the person’s established pattern to determine if there was anything suspicious about him or her. There was a lot of downtime at night, so I had time to read all the files I wanted.

After a few weeks on the gate, I was asked if I wanted to continue there and set up some files of my own. It was interesting, and I was amazed at all the stuff I was learning about people who previously seemed incredibly dull and uninteresting. Dull was a good cover for a lot of crimes. Lately I was reading a lot of crime reports, maybe even more than the regular files although I would ask for anybody's file whose availability status was a bit vague. It was amazing how much gossip about a person’s love life could end up in their security file.

After two months, I could safely conclude that there were plenty of scary people in Konoha and plenty of people I hated for the crimes and pain they had caused, but pretty much none of these folks attracted me. Nor could I imagine sticking any of their boxers in my mouth and getting a thrill out of it.

Then one night I showed up at the gate to find everyone talking about the unexpected arrival earlier that day of the Kazekage of Hidden Sand himself, Sabuku no Gaara, for a visit that was expected to last two weeks. Immediately I knew he was the one to make me forget about Ibiki. We were even the same age, not that I cared. I immediately requested time off. I was told I could have next week, but I had to work out the rest of this week. I set about researching Gaara as much as I could. I completely lost interest in gate duty, and for the first time I felt sort of annoyed when various files turned up on my desk that I hadn’t asked for, as well as what seemed a ridiculously large number of crime reports that I was supposed to summarize.

I was furious with myself—those careful little summaries I had written up to assess Konoha’s various criminals as potential lovers had been seen as “brillant” and “useful.” Supposedly Tsunade and someone in ANBU liked reading them, and now I was expected to produce them as a matter of course. I had fantasized that Ibiki read my little summaries, but with Gaara on my mind, even that remote possibility couldn’t interest me in the crime reports. I could feel the old thrill of the hunt for a new guy, and I resented anything that took me away from my this new obsession of mine with the red-haired leader of the Sand. I rather quickly ran out of information on him, so I expanded my interest to learning all and anything I could about the Hidden Village of Sand and began collecting the sort of information I would need if I wanted to move to Sand to keep chasing Gaara after he went home.

Of course I had this fantasy about Gaara taking me back to the Sand willingly, eagerly, but I knew that was just a fantasy. Actually I knew that having a relationship with Gaara of any sort (besides that of unwanted fangirl or stalker) was most likely just a fantasy, but I hadn’t really considered moving out of Konoha before, and the thought of starting over in a whole new place was intriguing. I might hate it, but then at least when I came back, I’d feel better about staying in Konoha. I didn’t know how I could possibly make a living since I was unlikely to be welcome as a ninja as an outsider. Resigning from the ranks of Konoha’s ninjas would be pretty bothersome and would also mean that coming back might not even be permitted. Suddenly the files on missing nins seemed much more interesting.

Using Gaara’s visit as an excuse, I requested a ton of files and reports on ninja who had fled Konoha without permission. I had no trouble writing up little reports on these files—I was looking to see what could and could not be gotten away with. If I was going to end up under Gaara, I’d need more that a week in the same town with him, I’d need to follow him back to his home ground. Bizarrely, once I’d fixated on Gaara, I was suddenly finding a lot of sexy, scary people in the reports I was reading. The fact that I was getting turned on thinking about a number of S-class missing nins was pretty disturbing, but I figured it was sort of a side effect of finally feeling sexual again at all.

When I left work at dawn for my week off, I was seriously in need of a good fuck. I had somehow gone without kisses, licks, or sex since I’d last made love with Kiba. I knew I wouldn’t make it through a week off without just taking the best available lay I could get, that is, of course, if I couldn’t bag Gaara. But I was sure going to give it my best shot.