KING KUNTA

Genre – Erotica/Drama

Rating – M/NC-17

Main Pairing – Undecided

Warnings – Swearing, AU, Gender-bending, FemDom, Male Sexism, Bullying/Humiliation, BDSM, Ecchi, Violence, Possible OOCness

Chapter Pairings – Naru/FemHidan

Not going to lie. This was kind of inspired by the seriously ecchi manga Prison School. 'Kunta' means 'cunt' for those of you who don't know. Leave a review and tell me what you think.

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Naruto had had his fair share of embarrassing moments. He was clumsy, reckless and tended to act and/or speak before thinking. He was an accident waiting to happen, and 'accidents' he had many. Most of them seemed to involve, happen around or were deliberately caused by the opposite sex. The more humiliating the situation he was in, the prettier the girls laughing at him. It was a good thing he was confident by nature or he'd be a whimpering mess by now. If there was one thing he had learned since his first day at Konoha's Elite Ninja Academy it was this: girls were terrifying. Especially when they thought they were better than you, and even more so when they actually were better than you. By law.

He didn't know what to expect when he was one of the few males accepted into KENA. His first impression had been awe at the sheer number of girls, but it wasn't enough to overwhelm him. Well, maybe a little bit. He had enjoyed his first lessons, got to know the other boys (Chouji, Shino and Lee) and stared discreetly at the pretty girls in their school uniforms when they walked passed him. While some of them sneered at him as if he were a shit stain, most of them choose to ignore him and that was fine by him. He wasn't there to make friends. He was there to make a point. He was determined to prove he was just as capable as any of them and that having a cock did not make him inadequate or dumb. He felt elevated that he had actually passed the entry exam and was on his way to becoming one of the first male shinobi of his generation. Things were actually going a lot better than he thought it would.

But his luck soon ran out. It happened on the second day, during a class on psychological warfare. He had been innocently checking his list of homework as he climbed up the stairs to take a seat in the back when he missed a step and grabbed the first thing within reach to regain his balance: the ample chest of the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. The collective gasp and tense silence that followed should've been enough to warn him but, being the rather oblivious idiot that he was, he hadn't noticed any of it. He should've dropped to his knees and begged for forgiveness. Instead he tried to laugh it away and explain that it had been an accident. Emphasis on 'tried'. He hadn't even gotten the chance – couldn't even get passed the first 'ha' – when a heeled shoe crashed down on his head, sending him flying down the stairs until he landed in front of the teacher's desk. When he tried to get up, head still reeling from the sudden blow, the same shoe slammed down on his chest, forcing him back down while its heel poked threateningly against his jugular.

And that's how Naruto met the devil.

Her name was Uchiha Sasuke. She was the head of the disciplinary committee. Her older sister was the president of the student council. She was not someone he could afford to make his enemy. Of course, he hadn't known that at the time. If he had, he would've refrained from calling her a bitch and loudly announcing that he could see her lacy black panties to the rest of the classroom. At least then he wouldn't have been beaten to an inch of his life by her fan girls, given a month-long detention for so-called sexual harassment and become the entire school's favorite punching bag. All because he tripped.

Fast-forward two years into his school life and he was on the verge of giving up. The thing was… he didn't give up. Uzumaki Naruto was not a quitter. It just wasn't in his DNA. He had been bullied relentlessly. Girls attacked him in the hallways for no reason. They threw pencils, erasers, backpacks and even shuriken at him, constantly trying to kick his feet out from under him or just outright slapping him in the face. They tried to sabotage him by destroying his homework or accusing him of cheating during tests. One girl had even drugged him during a physical exam causing him to throw up on the teacher. It had significantly reduced his overall score. That hadn't been great. The teachers had a warped opinion of him as it was. None of it had scared him away though. He always came back. He'd never missed a day of school. It would take much more to break his spirit. Not even getting publicly rejected by the one girl he thought was different would bring him down. He had already proven that his acceptance into KENA had not been a mistake when he ranked fifth in his first year's final exams despite everyone's attempts to sabotage him. His time would come sooner or later and he'd make them regret treating him like trash.

"How bad was it?" Chouji was stuffing his face as usual.

Naruto blinked at him through his swollen eyes and cheeks. Taijutsu training had been torture. "I survived. Somehow. For a moment, I didn't think I would."

"So who gave you a beating this time?"

"You really have to ask?"

"Good point." Chouji flinched. "I feel sorry for you, man. I mean, none of us have it easy, but to be specifically target by the black beast? Ouch."

"I'm going to prove, once and for all, that men are just as good as women and I'm not going to let some snobby she-demon stop me." Naruto said, fists tightening with determination.

"Even if it kills you? Cause it might."

"It'll take more than a self-absorbed sadist like her to bring me down."

"Naruto," Chouji began, looking serious. "Your hair is smoking. You were set on fire. I think she's actually trying to kill you."

"She wouldn't be the only one." Naruto shrugged. "That means they've realized I'm not as easy to get rid of as they thought. So it's a good thing if you think about it."

"How is getting on every kunoichi's hit list a good thing? Don't give me that look. I know what you're going to say. Something about them considering you a threat and a worthy rival or something." Chouji said, rolling his eyes.

"Exactly. I've come this far. I'm not stopping now."

Chouji sighed, knowing it was no use trying to talk his friend out of it. "You know team assembly is coming up."

Naruto tried to narrow his eyes in suspicion, but they were too swollen. "So?"

"Remember I told you I was going for student council?"

Naruto nodded. He knew Chouji had a massive crush on the vice president ever since she handed him a bag of chips after his stomach growled during class. Shikamaru was one of the few girls who wasn't actively out for his blood so he didn't dislike her, but he never completely trusted her either. He was worried that she might get in-between their friendship or use Chouji to get to him. Anyone who worked closely with either of the Uchiha sisters was bound to be a little evil. Guilty by association until proven innocent.

"Yeah. How'd that go?"

"I'm just an errand boy for now. I bring the girls drinks while they talk and stuff, but sometimes I hear things."

"Like what?"

"Did you know that boys have to pass an initiation exam to get into the team program?"

"What?!" Naruto roared. He flinched when it reopened his busted lip. "No one mentioned this to me. Not even the teachers!"

"Of course they didn't. None of them want you to pass and most girls would rather drink a bottle of nail polish remover than be on a team with you."

"Thanks, man. Thanks a lot." Naruto scowled. "When is this initiation thing?"

"Tomorrow." Chouji whispered.

Naruto gave his friend an incredulous look. "When exactly were you planning on telling me this?"

"I was hoping you'd listen to your sense of self-preservation for once. You don't need to be on a team to graduate."

"No, you're right." Naruto said sarcastically. "Only if you want to be an elite and get actual missions after graduation. You know, the ones that involve important matters and human lives instead of finding cats and buying groceries for old people. I thought you had my back."

"I do have your back!" Chouji protested. "I just don't want you to get yourself killed."

"I don't care if it'll kills me. I'll happily die trying. I'm not going to let these foul bitches think that I'm just some deadlast-" The rest of Naruto's speech was cut off by cheers exploding from the rest of the cafeteria. His mood darkened when he spotted the she-demons the girls were fawning over.

The Uchiha sisters were the most beautiful women in all of Konoha. Itachi was tall and slender like a lingerie model and her feline face rarely betrayed the emotions she was feeling. Like most elite girls, she had made some adjustments to the standard KENA uniform. She had swapped the traditional white blaze and dark green knee-length pleaded skirt for a tight grey waistcoat and an even tighter black pencil skirt. Instead of white socks and mary janes, she wore black tights and designer heels. Her long dark brown hair was usually in a Dutch braid or a ponytail and her nails were always perfectly manicured. He had heard rumors that the color of her nail polish reflected her general mood throughout the day. Purple apparently meant 'indifference' and it was her favorite shade.

As the president of the student council, Itachi had a lot of influence. The teachers were scared shitless of her and rarely rejected the decisions she made and suggestions she put out. Those foolish enough to oppose her often went 'missing' and many believed her to be KENA's strongest student. She was fearsome and ferocious in a distinguished sort of way. Naruto could never tell what she was thinking. He didn't know what angered her or offender her. The only way he knew how to get on Itachi's bad side was by messing with her little sister. She was frighteningly protective of Sasuke, though he couldn't for the life of him figure out why.

Sasuke was shorter and curvier with rounder hips and a fuller bust. She had a deceptively angelic face that belied just how evil she was. Her uniform consisted of a leather jacket, the standard white button-up shirt sans tie, a dark green pleaded skirt that was significantly shorter than school regulations would permit, black thigh-high stockings including garter belts and, of course, her trademark red heels. Her long black hair flowed down her back, reaching well below her skirt and framing her feline face. Her well-endowed front forced her to keep the top buttons of her shirt undone and, on a good day, he would catch a glimpse of her lacy panties.

Sasuke was a bitch. Plain and simple. Like her older sister, she was naturally talented at nearly everything and worshipped by the other students because of it. They all fawned over how perfect she was. Even most of the teachers would gratefully lick the ground she walked on. She could get away with things anyone else would get expelled for. Partially because of her family's influence and partially because her brutal displays of punishment were one of the reasons why everyone loved her in the first place. Why that was, Naruto would never know. While he feared Itachi more because she was stronger, Sasuke was actually the more dangerous of the two. She had made it clear that she was out for his destruction from the moment he had accidentally grabbed her tits. He had long since given up on trying to reason with her. It only seemed to anger her further. Fucking bitch.

"What are they doing here?" Naruto hissed. "They never eat in the cafeteria!"

"I don't know. Maybe it's raining outside."

As always, the sisters were followed by their most loyal fan girls. Ino and Karin trailed after them like baby ducks, fighting over their attention and showering them with compliments.

Ino was about the vainest girl he'd ever met and spent most of her time either reapplying her makeup or fixing her hair. Her entire identity was based around copying her idols. She had grown out her hair, shortened her skirt, did her nails – all so that she could look more like the Uchiha sisters. Naruto had caught her crying in the boy's bathroom once. When he'd asked her if she was alright, she had angrily insulted every fiber of his being before throwing her bag at him and storming out.

Karin was his cousin from his mother's side of the family. She was the type of girl that put sand in his food and then cried when he accused her of doing it when they were young. He also remembered her trying to kiss him a lot. One time she had even pulled down his pants out of curiosity, only to punch him in the face when the sight of his dick freaked her out. He'd hated her when they had been kids. Now he despised her. She always tried to get on Sasuke's good side by pointing him out in crowds, accusing him of something he didn't do and blocking his way when he tried to run away from them.

Coming in after them was Sakura. The goody two-shoes. The teacher's pet. She wore the KENA uniform traditionally, did all of her homework and had never missed a day of school. He had never seen her without a bag loaded up with books and she always had this expression of acute stress on her face. He had harbored a crush on her for a while after she gave a speech on equality and unifying the student body. He had fallen for that I'm-rooting-for-you-even-if-you-don't-have-a-vagina act before and it ended up with him being laughed at by half the academy on the training grounds when all he wanted a stupid date for the dance and he mistakenly thought she was the nicest girl in his class. It had all been a ploy to get on the teachers' good side. It always was. In some way, she was even worse than Sasuke. At least Sasuke admitted to being mean.

Naruto ducked underneath the table when their eyes went in his direction. "What kind of exam is it? Physical? Oral? Written?"

"I don't know." Chouji admitted, speaking softly. "But I'd look out if I were you. Knowing how much they hate you I suspect it's going to be something either really painful or really humiliating or both."

"Whatever. What time is it? Do I need to write my name down somewhere to take it?" Naruto hissed. He knew they were going to make it hard for him. He'd almost be disappointed if they didn't.

"You need to write your name on the roster. It's on the board with the schedules and everything. Someone will come get you once it's time."

"Okay." Naruto grabbed a pen from his backpack and scribbled down 'write name down on initiation roster' on his hand. "Are they gone?"

"Nope. They're sitting at a table."

"Who else is there?"

"No one. Why?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because I don't like getting beat up just for existing?" Naruto snapped, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"They're heading over here." Chouji whispered harshly.

Naruto quickly grabbed his backpack and crawled under the tables. He lingered for a moment to marvel at the sight of Sasuke's panties (pink ones today, huh), wishing he could rub it in her face, before wriggling his way out of the cafeteria. He immediately felt vulnerable. The cafeteria was his safe haven. It was the only place in KENA that the Uchiha sisters usually avoided. Now he was an easy target for the rest of the female students out for his blood. Not having anything better to do, he figured he'd head over to the school board and put his name on the list while he still could. Body tensed, in case he needed to make a run for it, he headed towards the main hall and nearly walked straight into a walking nightmare.

Hidan.

She was a giantess, nearly a head taller than him with a platinum-blond pixie cut, heavy-lidded purples eyes and red lips. Her massive breasts threatened to pop out of the low-cut blazer of her all-white uniform, and she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. Her skirt barely covered her creamy thighs and her thigh-high socks didn't cover much either. The only proper thing about her outfit were her dainty little mary janes.

Naruto shuddered, forcing down the memory of when he first met her. What was she doing there? Luckily, Hidan hadn't noticed him yet. She was busy reading from her book of worship, clutching her rosary in her fist. She was standing right in front of the school board as if she… was… guarding it…

Fuck. That was exactly what she was doing. She was guarding the damn thing. Now what?

"Something wrong?"

Naruto nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of Hidan's treacherously calm voice. He backed away on shaking legs.

"I…"

"They said you'd come." Hidan's smile was almost angelic. "Are you here to be purged?"

"No!"

"Yes, you are." She said slowly like she was correcting a child. "I shall cleanse you of your self-disgust."

Regrettably, Naruto knew what that meant. Hidan was president of the only religious club permitted within KENA. She was the high priestess of Jasshin, a cult that glorified women and condemned men. For some reason, Hidan appeared to like him and, yes, that was a bad, bad thing. Because that meant she wanted to 'save' him. And, in her mind, saving him meant cutting off the body part that made him a man.

She wanted to castrate him. She had tried it before on the day they met in the empty hallway on the third floor. His detention had ended at the exact time as her club activities and they crossed paths. She had seemed normal at first, nice even as she helped him find a shortcut to the main hall, until she dragged him into the girl's bathroom and produced a pair of scissors. She was physically stronger than him and had pinned him against the wall in order to remove his pants. She had almost succeeded if she hadn't been interrupted.

His unlikely savior had been Nara Shikamaru. The girl despised Hidan. He didn't know why and, frankly, he didn't care. He was just happy that the vice president of the student council had had the urge to pee after finishing up her paperwork. She threatened to discontinue Hidan's precious cult club which effectively stopped her from going through with it. However, Shikamaru was nowhere in sight this time around. She was most likely on the rooftop, getting high or whatever the hell she did up there.

Naruto gritted his teeth and stood his ground. "Y-you don't s-scare me."

Hidan cooed and laughed at his stuttering. "Good. You shouldn't be frightened. You should be thankful. It'll only hurt a little."

Naruto abandoned his pride and ran for it. He would rather be punched and kicked until he passed out than bleed to death from a massive wound between his legs. He looked back to see if Hidan was following him. She wasn't which confirmed his fears. If he wanted to get his name on that roster he'd have to go passed… her. He stopped running and felt his determination return when he realized he didn't have a choice. He was not a quitter. He was not going let some big-titted asylum escapee keep him from fulfilling his dreams. He was stronger than he was two years ago. He had managed to get the upper hand during the spar with Sasuke today. That's why he'd been set on fire. She had panicked. He'd seen it in her eyes.

Naruto turned to face the white nightmare and glared at her. He dashed forward, planning on tackling her to the ground. It might not have been the smartest idea as Hidan was big woman, but he had to do something before his nerves failed him a second time.

"That's right." She purred. "Come to me."

He flinched and stumbled, unable to stop the cold shiver caused by her eerie grin. She plucked him off the ground as if he were an infant and slammed him against the wall.

"You should be honored." Hidan said, pressing her buxom body against his. "You've been given the opportunity to rid yourself of your measly masculinity."

"I'm not measly. I didn't ask for-"

Hand! There was a hand on his dick! Gripping him tightly through the fabric of his school uniform. Naruto bit his cheek and swallowed a moan.

"This is not worth protecting." She squeezed his cock for further emphasis which made his eyes roll back.

"Stop." He breathed out.

"You don't want me to stop."

He didn't want her to stop massaging him, but he wasn't particularly fond of what happened afterwards.

"Please, don't cut off my cock." He was horrified at hearing himself whimper.

"Wouldn't you rather possess something less vulgar? Something more divine."

She had some nerve lecturing him about vulgarity when she was the one molesting him and shoving her tits in his face. He unconsciously nuzzled the soft mounds and thrust into her hand. She smelled nice. He would've been seriously enjoying this if she wasn't so unhinged, but the terrifying reality was that Hidan was simply prepping him for castration. She thought that an erect penis held more male hormones, all of which would be removed from his body once it was cut off.

"Like this." She added. She grabbed his hand and held it under her skirt.

Naruto's eyes widened. He had seen a lot of lingerie in his time at KENA. Every day was filled with panty shots since Sasuke popularized the short skirt, but he'd never actually felt it. Not while a girl was wearing them! Her cunt was soft. His fingers gently, nervously rubbing the slit where he knew her treasure trove was hidden. He cursed his treacherous libido, refusing to admit that Hidan, of all the crazy girls in the school, was turning him on.

"Soft." He mumbled against her breasts.

"Isn't it? Much better than this." She squeezed again.

A moan escaped at last. She was too damn good at this. He found himself wondering how Hidan would feel about cocks after getting pounded by one. That's when he got the craziest idea.