Dango Do! (The Way of the Dango!)

In all of the Village of Konoha, Jiraya had but one burning obsession, Tsunade. Sure, he had seen countless women and been with countless others, but none could compare to the mountain of female sexuality that was his fellow Sanin. In his books he tried to replace her with more interesting characters…he could not. In his searching he tried to replace her with a more beautiful woman…he could not. In his bed he tried to replace her with a more dominating woman…he could not. All of his searches, all of his passionate nights, only ended in disappointment.

Jiraya: < Even just a part of her…> He had set up so many meetings with Tsunade. So many drinks, and yet her wall of inhibition held, the pain of those nights wasn’t felt only in his heart, but in the way he walked the days after. < Just the hair…> He had looked over the village. There were many blonds, but none who could even have their hair done like Tsunade’s, not for another month or so. < The chest…> Forget it. If they didn’t have to save space for future Hokage, her ‘bust’ would fill the rest of the hillside. < That great patch I’ve seen so many times in the bath house…> No woman, civilian or ninja, was so bold or self assured to not groom themselves, and even then, none were graced so sparsely and evenly as her… < Then the backside…> He was almost out of options…

Sure there were large women that had the size necessary, but none of them had the shape…the firmness, the dimples at the top. He had all but given up when his eyes fell on one of his favorite pranks to spy on.

Jiraya: “Anko…” She was the one Jounin in all of Konoha to be selfish enough in her indulgence of sweets and shapely enough for it to fall correctly on her. She also worked about as often and as hard as Tsunade. < She doesn’t quite have the size...or…maybe she does…I’ve never made any measurements…> He began to pursue her. Certainly enough, she was headed to one of the many street diners that offered fresh dango. He knew her usual seat in the place, so he sped in there and, using the rafters, dropped dust on the seat and the two booths on each side of it. < I’ll get an accurate measurement from this for sure! >

As she ate, she moved around a bit, and there was that pesky cloak she wore, but when she got up and left, Jiraya could still make out where most of the dust had been displaced.

Jiraya: “Kuchiyosei no jutsu! (Summoning)” He pulled from the smoke a large piece of flypaper and slapped it on the seat. He then reached down and released chakra into it so the adhesive would cure and separate from the wood. He lifted up a dust-negative of Anko’s butt-print. It was so much larger than one would think at a glance. < Anko…I see why you’re always wearing that jacket around…you’re not cold at all, just shy, or modest…> he pondered as he looked up at the floor…er…down at the floor…wait, why was he still upside down?

Store worker: “Welcome, we don’t have any seats up there, but we can offer you any of the empty ones down here.”

Jiraya: “My apologies, I was just leaving…” He quickly made his way back to his current lodgings. There he pulled out another scroll and began molding seals. “Kuchiyosei no jutsu!” POOF! He had summoned a scroll he had sealed away ages ago. After unweaving the trap knot around it he unrolled it. < 37 arm lengths, fourth seal from the top, third row from the right… > “Kuchiyosei no jutsu!” A stack of canvasses appeared on the table. < Oh…Tsunade…>

There was a night in which Jiraya had finally come to bring a drunken Tsunade to bed. She lie naked across the sheets, her mouth was silent but her blushing gaze was inviting him into her. As he climbed her he made sure to ask one more time, and she gave him the okay. He positioned himself at her opening and then noticed her breathing changed. It wasn’t that of anticipation or readiness, but that of slumber. He was at the gates of his fellow Sannin, and she had passed out. He didn’t even fight in his mind, he knew he would have to leave this be and try again some other time. His wisdom also told him he may never get this far again, so, he stayed up the entire night, with charcoal and canvass, drawing live-size images of his love on the bed. He searched the stack for one of those canvasses.

Jiraya: < Oh…oh…I had forgotten how marvelously I had captured you that night, Tsunade… > He was beginning to swell up. < I have time for that later…now I> “Aha.” He pulled out the casting of her backside. Since it was one of her most dominant features (if not the most dominant feature), he found he should caste it from a viewpoint where it would be all on its own. He compared it with the negative he got from Anko. The results were… < Amazing…> “I would have to say it’s at least a 90% match…” Of course, Anko’s dimples couldn’t show up in the negative, so he would have to assume this was the best comparison he could get. At last, he had found a part of his great love resting in Konoha. More importantly, a part he could have. “ This should be easy…and ridiculously simple…” < She loves sugar more than kids do…>

Several nights later he found Anko out for a late night snack. She was heading to one of the three common shops that she could procure dango from, this one, also serving alcohol and food, was the only open at this hour. Once she walked in, she isolated herself in the corner, eyeing up the sparse crowd that had gathered tonight.

Anko: < Good, there’s not that many of them, that means chances are…> “There’s more dango for me!” She cried out in a whisper. She anticipated the staff coming by so she could place her order and drifted off into her decision fantasy. < Oh…should I get Maple? Or chocolate? Or Maple? Or Maple? Or Maple? Or maybe Caramel…> A man had stepped in front of her.

Jiraya: “Welcome there.”

Anko: “Maple dango kudasai!” She threw her hand up as she ordered, like a child. Eventually she opened her eyes to see that it wasn’t the waiting staff, but Jiraya. He already had her order in his hands. “Jiraya…sama…” He set it down on the table in front of her and then took his seat across from her in the booth.

Jiraya: “ I thought I was the only other ninja above chuunin that came here tonight, why don’t we have some conversation?”

Anko: “Sure, it couldn’t hurt.” < The moment you stop putting dango in front of me, I’m out of here though…> She started on the dango, which, sure enough, were maple.

Jiraya: “Oy, oy, don’t hold back, I’ve got more coming soon.” < Wow…you didn’t even ask or give thanks, you just plowed in like they were yours! >

Anko: “Oh, thank you, have some too.” < Only DON’T, ‘cause if you do I’ll wrap my arms (Twin Snake Sacrifice) around you and share them properly. >

Jiraya: “I’m actually not one for dango, but when I asked for an appetizer, this is what they handed me.” She wasn’t even listening to him. She was just systematically pulling one dango from each stick to keep them even, as she munched the plate clean. < Looks like I can test her addiction…> Jiraya stared openly at her breasts. Nothing. He licked his lips. Nothing. < Wow, she sure is thick. > He noticed her pulling the second to last dango from the tray and switched his gaze. She stared at him as she popped the last one in her mouth.

Anko: “So what do you want to talk about?”

Jiraya: “How about your team?”

Anko: “My genin?” < This is taking too long already, get more dango over here! >

Jiraya: “Yes, what do you think of their teamwork?”

Restaurant Staff Member: “Excuse me.” He set down another plate of maple dango and quietly walked away.

Anko: “Their teamwork is great.” She tore into this plate, only…lining the sticks up like counting chips on an abacus…and eating them in such a manner. She didn’t look up or continue to speak at all.

Jiraya: < She’s like a horse to grain…nothing else really gets through now…> Jiraya bumped her foot.

Anko: “Oh no, did I drop one?” She darted under the table and wiggled back up into her seat before long. “False alarm!”

Jiraya: < This is so easy it almost hurts to do it. > He waited for her to be on the ‘1000th’ dango. It was the one right before ‘1001’ counts on the abacus, which would end the second order. “Anko, you know there are more flavors of dango than just maple, right?”

Anko: “Su..sure I do. What ones do you like?” < I suppose I don’t mind trying other flavors, as long as they’re FREE! >

Jiraya: < She’s totally forgotten I said I don’t like dango. > “We’ll start with caramel.” On queue they were brought out.

Restaurant Staff Member: “Excuse me.” He served the dango and walked away.

Anko: “Oooh.” She dove in, there was no meticulous reasoning to the order in which she ate this third course. < They’re much sweeter, and a bit buttery, the flavor’s not as deep, but it’s not bad!>

Jiraya: < I wonder if I should even bother with anything else at this point. > She finished them up much faster than the previous two, as she wasn’t pacing herself.

Restaurant Staff Member: “Excuse me.” He dropped another tray off and picked up the last three. Now Jiraya had a drink in his hand as the servant walked back to the bar.

Anko: “And what’s this?”

Jiraya: “Butterscotch.” She dove in.

Anko: (with mouthful) “Wow, these are much better than the caramel!” < They’re not as sweet, but there’s so much More flavor! > Jiraya turned a watchful eye on her.

Restaurant Staff Member: “Excuse me.” He dropped a fifth tray of dango off and another drink for Jiraya. He hadn’t quite left by the time Anko’s mouth was full.

Anko: “Wow, and these?” Jiraya smiled as he sipped from his cup.

Jiraya: “Butter Rum.” < I see, I can’t let you drink alone Anko, so I’ll have one with each tray, maybe this’ll make it a little challenging. > The Sanin remembered the gallons of alcohol he and Tsunade would go through before he would even have a chance with anything but ‘no’ coming from her lips. < No…not challenging at all…not for me. I drink out of pity for you Anko…and you Tsunade, for turning me down so many times. :P > He began to smile as he saw a bit more blood in Anko’s face.

Restaurant Staff Member: “Excuse me.” Muffled sounds from Anko were soon heard after.

Jiraya: “Butter Gin.” He got a smile in response. Anko’s cheeks were bright red. Her body could pump out all the insulin in the world, but her liver had little to no practice breaking down alcohol. The small amounts in the sauce layered over the dango were beginning to show. < Oh, Anko, I was banking on the cliffhanger of your appetite ending before your intoxication began. It seems the only surprise left for the night is getting to grab Tsunade’s ass which you’ve been so kind to carry around with you. > Anko began to slow down. Jiraya gave the staff member the ‘wink’ as he came around again.

Restaurant Staff Member: “Excuse me.” He set the tray down. “It seems this is the last of our stock, thank you for your patronage tonight.” He walked off, Jiraya’s drink refreshed.

Anko: “Well then, Itadakimasu!” She put two sticks full in her mouth before pausing with a mouse of a look at Jiraya.

Jiraya: “Those are Chocolate Bourbon.” Her smile returned as she quickly stripped all of them from their sticks and chewed away. She had already reached buzz, before long she’d be stumbling drunk. < Anko, you’re taking all the fun out of it…>

Anko: “You know.” *Chomp*Chomp* “I’ve got some more dango at my place if you want to talk more.” *Chomp*

Jiraya: “I wouldn’t want to impose.” He had a flat look on his face, anyone in the world could tell this was the face of a liar, he didn’t hide it at all.

Anko: “Nonsense!” *Chomp*Chomp*Chomp* “Anyone who loves dango as much as I do should be a good conversation partner!” *Chomp*Chomp*Munch* < Besides, it seems like I don’t run out when you’re around, and I don’t know how much I have at home, but if you’re there, it won’t run out, so come already! >

Jiraya: < I…told…you…dango isn’t for me…> “Well, if you put it that way, then shall we go?” He scratched his head and smiled. Anko stood up then fell back on her butt.

Anko: “I’ll show you the way, but it seems I need a little…help…” Jiraya went over to her and took her arm around himself, together they staggered to her humble abode. Soon they were in her kitchen, and she was digging packages from the bottom of her fridge. She had tossed five or six twin rapped packs of dango on the counter in the center of the room, and devoured another two in the process.

Jiraya: “Anko, it’s a bit chilly in here, is there a warmer part of the house?”

Anko: “Sure there is! We can go to my bedroom and tell ghost stories!” Another flat look was rendered from Jiraya. He almost didn’t want to do it anymore. Anko took off her jacket and continued rooting around in her fridge. Jiraya’s inspiration welled back up as he stared at her rear, Anko bouncing from leg to leg as she hummed.

Jiraya: < Without a doubt, this could be Tsunade’s backside…> Anko found no more, but took the packages on her table into her arms and made her way up to her bedroom. Jiraya, of course, followed. There she jumped on her bed and laid the dango in a circle around her, in pairs. She began to take one stick at a time from the inner circle, making it two revolutions until she was done. < Now I have to act. > Jiraya began undoing his clothing, he looked up and she had already completed a revolution. This would be the challenge. He just got his pants down when she was halfway through the last revolution. He grabbed the final stick moments before she would have.

Anko: “There’s got to be one left…somewhere…” < I counted, I can’t be done yet. > “ Unless you took the last one…” < I’ll KILL YOU! > Something about her fake smile struck a bit of fear into Jiraya. No matter.

Jiraya: < Ouch…scary! > “ No, Anko, I wouldn’t dream of snatching your last dango, here they are!” He turned around to her, he had skewered the lumps onto his manhood, they barely formed rings around it. It was true testament to his cunning speed and skill that he didn’t rip any. There was no pause, there was no processing of information, Anko’s mouth just enveloped Jiraya, to the base. He could feel the back of her throat. Using only her lips, she worked the first ring of dango from him.

Anko: < These are warm...did he put them in the microwave for me? > Soon she was down to the second and third, the last near his base.

Jiraya: < That feels good and all Anko, but I’m not after your mouth…> The last one popped off she pulled back a bit. She had a different look on her face when there was just a cock in front of her. She gave a shrug with her shoulders and started sucking away. Jiraya had planned for this, his member was glazed in layers of molasses and honey. Normally it would be a huge hassle to clean off with soap and water. < But Anko, I have faith in you! >

Anko: < This is delicious, and it’s soo big and sweet! > She wrapped her arms around Jiraya’s backside and gave him what can only be described as a hug with his dick in her mouth. Soon the slight roughness of her tongue became more and more apparent to Jiraya. The coating was worn off.

Jiraya: < Hayai! (Fast) > She pulled back again and moved her hair aside, giving that same drab look at it. Another shrug and she went down on it again, but only once.

Anko: “Oy, all the sugar’s gone…” < Fun sticks are no good plain! > “I guess I’ll just have to dip it back in again…” She began to take her clothing off. “Just a minute…I’ll be right…” She fell over trying to get her netting off from her top. She managed on her side, her large and beautiful breasts flopping out to say hello. She remained on her side as she slid her pants off. Anko doesn’t wear underwear…apparently…

Jiraya: < This is it! All she has to do is turn around! >

Anko: “Now just stay right there…” She rolled over and backed into him until she bumped against his pelvis. Without aid he wasn’t inside of her, of course, but running along her underside. She leaned forward a bit and grabbed him, inserting him correctly as she pushed back onto his member. He slid in with a little force, as it was the initial entry. She let out a sigh of discomfort.

Jiraya: < How did you get from A to B, Anko? I…missed something here…> She began to rock back and forth slowly. Jiraya hesitated as he gained focus to his minds eye. < Tsu…Tsunade…Tsunade. > Soon all he saw over the ripe globes of Anko’s buttocks were the locks of Tsunade’s braided gold hair. He slowly reached to the dimples on her lower back, as an acolyte would reach for an artifact handed to him by the voice of god himself. It seemed like minutes before he actually grabbed on and started thrusting. It was better than he imagined. None of the sensations of Anko’s pussy on Jiraya were getting through to him. He was mesmerized by the motion, the beautiful wave of flesh clapping down on him. The way he couldn’t see any of her openings and he was just disappearing between the large soft pillows of peach skin.

Anko: “Oy, Snap out of it!” He was brought back to reality. The motion had stopped. “ I said let me do the work.” Then her voice dropped in volume. “Your part comes…later.” She began grinding again. Out of Anko, the vision of Tsunade re-entered Jiraya’s mind. All he heard was his fellow Sannin saying: ‘don’t get all worked up and cum fast, let me finish first…or I’ll pound you!’ (Jiraya is such a masochist) He had that terribly pervy look on his face as Anko dawned a more serious one. She was really giving it all she had. Her breath became like steam and soon she was crying out with each dip of her hips, the act becoming animalistic in its power. Jiraya had stamina, but Anko was burning her sugar rush.

Jiraya: < Anko…slow down, I’m not done with my vision yet…I need more time…> Her response was to grind harder, now her wet flesh slapped into his lap, over and over again. Her cries became louder and more guttural. She was really reaching her limits. “Anko.” She shuddered and began gripping him rhythmically from the inside, her movement slowed to a halt, the collapse and relaxation of her walls being all that remained of the motion.

Anko: “Sorry…it’ll just be a second…” She was gasping. Her back was covered in sweat and her hair had a different lay to it when it was moist. Jiraya felt comforted.

Jiraya: < Now I have time to cool down…perfect!> Moments later she started again, building to her maximum punishment much faster than before. Jiraya got in character. < Tsunade…Tsunade I’m going to! >

(Jiraya’s Mind) Tsunade: “Me, too, lets cum together! Don’t hold back let me have your all-“ His vision was disrupted by a stop in motion. Again Anko’s muscle was clamping down on Jiraya's. Again she was a bit limp and gasping. The bed sheets were showing signs of wetness.

Anko: “Sorry…moichido…(once more).”

Jiraya: < That was…a minute and a half, tops! Women aren’t supposed to have that problem…> She started again, soon she was at her maximum, and it was conjuring out Jiraya’s finisher. “I …I …Tsunade…I’m!” He felt the grip of Anko once more around him, it was like she was shaking hands with him. < And what’s with this…that was thirty seconds…> He tried to hold onto his building climax, remaining in the same state of arousal and readiness.

Anko: “If you’re ready, you can finish, I’m exhausted.” With that Jiraya pulled out and began working himself with his hand. “Don’t mess this up, this is your part.” Jiraya cocked an eyebrow. Soon he was making funny faces and the underside of him began pulsing away, bringing his liquid out.

Jiraya: < Tsuna->

Anko: “The butt! The BUTT! You need to hit my butt! Onegai! (Please!)” As he started to spurt on her backside she followed up with a fever of commands. “More over there! Now over there! Left Cheek! Right hip! Now go across them both! Quickly!”

Jiraya: “ Gah…” < Where did all that energy come from, you were dead just now! > As he reached the end of his load she directed him to go ahead and let it rest/dribble out on the middle. He felt tired, not quite from the orgasm, but from the amount of forced concentration it took to comply with Anko while he was rocketing out his seed. < Why the hell did I follow those directions anyway. > He looked at her, she was looking past him…behind him!

Anko: “Kanpeki Nai…” (Perfect, no?) He turned around as white lightning surged in his back.

Jiraya: < I’ve been caught! Impossible, I positioned shadow clones in here to watch out! > In his vision was a mirror. In it were he and Anko. Her butt barely made her face visible, and he saw what she was getting at. The lines of his white glaze across her flesh were identical to the dango on a stick she loved so much.

Rafter-Kage: < I’ve got to get this on paper before the moment fades! >

Rafter-Kage#2: < No! You hold the canvass, I’ve got a better angle! > Rafter-Kage complied.

Rafter-Kage: < Hurry up, it’s starting to move…!>

#2: < I know what I’m doing, I’m the one that got Tsunade’s remember?> He raced with his charcoal as the scene reached expiration below.

Anko: “Go ahead, Jiraya, have a bite, it’s on me.”

Jiraya: “Umm, no thanks, Anko, I wouldn’t dream of taking your last dango of the night away…” Her tired look became smiley and energetic. He watched as a bead of his semen ran quickly from her hip to her knee. She chased it back up with her middle finger then brought it back to her mouth. < Now’s the time! > He had three jutsu prepared for tonight in the event he needed to win Anko over any more before she’d let him take her from behind. The booze-dango, his sugar-stick…and the fact that for the last three days all he had eaten was pineapple stuffed with mandarin oranges. The taste of such fruit would come through and enrich the semen. < Making me much sweeter than the normal, bitter-man. > Her look took a sharp change for the worse.

Anko: < I hate fruit flavorings in sauces. If I wanted fruit I wouldn’t be eating dango. > “Oy. Jiraya.” Her tone was threatening. “You took advantage of me. Get out before I decide to tell someone.” He grabbed his things and leapt from the window, landing perfectly dressed. < And now I've been marked by both of the Sannin men...> Tears fell from her cheeks.

Jiraya: “Now, that’s more Tsunade than I was planning to see…” His skin was riddled with goose bumps. He dispersed his shadow clones, whom had also exited the room (undetected). And he caught the canvass falling from the sky. It was Anko’s buttered dango-rump for sure, but the head in the background had braided light hair. His shadow clone drew it as if it were Tsunade without even realizing it. Later he would place it with the stack of canvas he sealed away from the closest night in his life to Tsunade. He felt the same way about tonight, so there would be no need to store them separately.

A secret not even noticed by Jiraya, is that his other shadow clone copied the drawing on the back of the canvas, but with Anko’s hair. He couldn’t leave her out of it entirely. After all, her entire life had fulfilled the purpose of putting Tsunade’s legendary Sannin rump into Jiraya's hands.