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- 1-Slinker and Stinker
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            “What’s wrong?”
            Jiraiya finished his sip of sake before looking at the boy next to him, both of them soaking in a fine hot spring bath. It was the perfect remedy for the aches and pains following the struggle against Orochimaru. Tsunade’s first-aid was appreciated, but nothing went as deep as hot water and hot sake.
            “What do you mean? Nothing’s wrong!”
            Naruto pressed the old man with a look of skepticism. “Hmm!” he exaggerated, sticking out his bottom lip, one blue eye cracking open to really pester the hermit until he called out for him to stop looking at him like that! “It’s just that,” Naruto began, “whenever we stop into one of these places, you’re always trying to peep into the women’s side. This was the first time you’re just sitting down.”
            “And what’s the problem with that?” Jiraiya helped himself to the last bit in his sake bottle. “Even writers need a break from inspiration every now and then.” He chugged.
            Unconvinced, Naruto hunched forward. “Well, with that big-boobed old lady on the other side, I thought you’d at least try.”
            “Heh! In accusing other people, sometimes you reveal yourself,” Jiraiya imparted sophisticatedly, and then looked directly at his ward. “A wise pervert picks his targets carefully. I warn you, at your level, spying on mark like Tsunade would be fatal. Even I have not risen to that level yet.”
            Naruto sunk up to his nose and started to blow bubbles in the water, staring flat-faced at the guffawing hermit. That’s pretty disappointing-dattebayo.
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            “Tsu-Tsunade-sama! Please slow down!” Shizune begged, holding up her hands though it was futile to stop her mentor from chugging the alcohol straight from the source. She had promised to take it easy on the journey back to Konoha to assume the role of Hokage. It would be best for her not to show up with a hangover; not that they were due to arrive by tomorrow, but at this rate, Tsunade would be filling up with gallons of alcohol every night.
            “What’s wrong?! I need to live it up!” jeered the drunken woman with a very happy, inebriated smile. “The life of Hokage is going to be very rigid! I won’t get to drink like this often when I get into office! Ha-ha-ha!” And at the drop of a hat, her demeanor changed, narrowing her eyes on her apprentice. She was very obviously drunk, switching moods and topics frequently. “And what are you doing wearing a towel in the hot springs?”
            Shizune gave a start, her bottom lip lifting up stiffly, clinging to her towel insecurely. It made her even more self-conscious of how she’d also put one around Ton-Ton; not because the pig needed it, but because she looked adorable in dress-up!
            “You can’t keep them covered up all the time! You have to give them a chance to breathe if you want them to grow like this!”
            “Tsunade-sama! Please!” blubbered Shizune as the blonde thrust her chest out, her massive breasts surging against the still water to cause ripples to the other side of the pool. No one else was there – The entire (small) inn was theirs for the night, as it only had one room. – but the behavior was troubling to the conservative, and the discussion of bust-size from her blessed mentor made her uncomfortable. Tsunade-sama’s were enviously large and perfectly shaped in their hefty roundness. And it was not chakra control that allowed it! Her youth might come from some special jutsu, but her bust came from luck and an intentional diet. Her nipples stood out, bright pink circles in a complimentary contrast to her healthy milky flesh, pebbling from the exhilaration of fresh air and heady drink. The globes lurched and clapped as Tsunade made a grab at Shizune’s towel, saying that she needed liberation.
            This is why I didn’t want you to drink, Shizune lamented as she clasped the towel to her. “You always get in trouble when you drink!”
            “You say that about gambling too!”
            Both could be true.
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            Afterward, at the dinner table, the two Sannin seemed composed despite their consumption of alcohol. Both had a full bottle – modest in size, but nonetheless strong – down their gullets, but Jiraiya had always been jubilant at meals, and Tsunade seemed moody all the time.
            “It’s nice to sit down with mixed company every once in a while,” snickered Jiraiya, his eyes passing across the two women – and sow – dressed in the traditional blue, vertical stripes, knotted sash robes that followed a bath and preceded bed. Shizune was decked out and showed no cleavage and even very little of her collar, but Tsunade filled out her attire since they had nothing bigger in the small establishment.
            Naruto frowned disapprovingly at the statement. “You go out of your way to pay women to serve you drinks at those dirty clubs.” The rebuttal was a full and heavy hand shoving down on his head while Jiraiya gave a compensating, loud laugh dismissing the accusation. He ducked down to Naruto’s ear and warned him not to speak so freely.
            Shizune took the opportunity to acknowledge their solidarity to decline comment on Jiraiya’s reputation. “We should enjoy it while we can. There won’t be many more stops on the way back to Konoha. Right, Tsunade-sama?”
            No answer.
            Shizune lost her smile, opening her eyes to observe the busty blonde. It wasn’t like Tsunade to remain silent or even still at a meal. She had a healthy appetite, to restore her chakra and maintain her robust figure.
            “Tsunade-sama? Aiee!”
            Naruto and Jiraiya jumped at her sudden exclamation. “What is it?!” shouted the boy, and then saw Tsunade. He blinked his big eyes, and then grimaced, turning a grim blue. “Is-Is she dead?” She was old, despite her appearance. Her eyes were closed, and her arm was extended to grab some cutlets with her chopsticks. Had she dropped dead midway?!
            “No,” Shizune sighed heavily, dropping a hand onto her master’s shoulder, easing the arm back and relieving the hand of the chopsticks. The slight jostle made Tsunade’s head wobble and drop to one side. And then a stuck breath came out as an obnoxiously loud snore. “She just passed out.”
            “Heheh! She was never a good drinker,” laughed Jiraiya, and then ate some rice.
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            It was not an ideal or proper situation to sleep in the same room as the men, but Shizune felt it was fine for one night, considering their limited options. And as he was paying, she couldn’t ask Jiraiya to sleep outside with the boy. Tsunade-sama was already asleep, which left no chance that she’d create a ruckus in her drunkenness.
            The drink, luckily, also had affected Jiraiya. Maybe not as extremely, but he was ready for bed immediately after dining and had fallen upon his mat. So Naruto had to situate him much like Shizune had to lay down Tsunade; just not as gently, as Naruto nudged the toad hermit onto the mat with his feet rather than tucking him in properly. By the end, Tsunade was lying comfortably under her blanket, head on pillow, and Jiraiya was splayed sloppily on his own, already sliding to one side and snoring with a bubble filling from his left nostril.
            “Goodnight, Naruto-kun,” said Shizune with a smile as she slid under her covers with Ton-Ton.
            “Mm! Goodnight,” Naruto mumbled in return. He hunkered in, and with a full belly and the comfort proceeding a restful soak in the hot springs, he was out like a light nearly when his head hit the pillow. Really, he was in for a rest he’d not known for a long time. His hands weren’t aching from Rasengan training, his tensed muscles were relaxed and softened by the bath, and a day of marching with the occasional offroad meander had spent his energy. He’d be out until dawn… if his sleep went unabated.
            But a hand jostled his shoulder, at some point in the night, well beyond the time he’d first lain on his mat. “Naruto-kun,” whispered the woman’s voice, pulling him from his dreams of being seen as a hero for bringing the next Hokage to Konoha. The villagers were already spreading support of him being the top contender for the Sixth Hokage, with Baa-chan laughing and saying that her stay was going to be short-lived at this rate. Such a good dream…
            “Naruto-kun?”
            “Shizune-san?” Naruto rubbed his lips together, groaning as he palmed his left eye. He squinted, not willing to relinquish sleep’s hold on him so suddenly. Shizune seemed urgent, but not desperate; there was no danger, no Orochimaru come back to exact vengeance so soon. “What is it-dattebayo?”
            Shizune smiled like it was a cover. “I-I just wanted to make sure that-that you would have a sound sleep. Are-Are you rested?”
            He looked at her flat-faced for a moment. “I was,” he said in an indignant grumble. He tried not to be short with her, as he quite liked her nature opposed to the deceptive older blonde’s brashness. He hunkered down, expecting to be let go back to a world where he was to be anointed as the youngest Hokage in history. From genin to Hokage!
            “Um, it’s just that I thought… I could help… relieve you.” Shizune blushed profusely as she extended the vague offer.
            So vague that Naruto hadn’t a clue what she was talking about. “Huh?”
            “W-Well”—She could not go without stammering clumsily—“if you-you’ll allow me…” As he wasn’t batting her hand away, she took precedence by picking up the corner of his blanket and neatly folding it back, unveiling his body, which put him on guard. Same attire worn at the dinner table, but there was something indecent and intimate about a woman exposing him like this. Not like he hadn’t kicked the blankets and mussed it until it was halfway off of him already; much like the snoring old man next to him. But uncovering him just seemed like something a mother should do.
            It made him tingle inside to let her do it.
            Shizune knelt at his bedside, all formality and poise. Naruto’s eyes were no longer squinting, now aglow in the moonlight as he took her in. She was a beauty, though seemed very aloof about it; much like that Hinata back in Konoha, she seemed gloomy in a way, depressed and reluctant to shine despite her gifts. She certainly didn’t show the skin like her mentor, that was for sure.
            “H-Here.” She sounded cautious as she depicted her intentions, reaching for the folds of his bed robes. And he, of course, made a scene, screeching aloud when her hands went to her crotch, and she begged him to refrain from such loud reactions, glancing hastily back at Tsunade.
            Tsunade was a rowdy sleeper too. Despite the tuck-in, her left arm was already raised over her head, her bosom uncovered and nearly sliding out of her robe with her heavy rack, and her mouth was gaping with drunken snores.
            “Please, Naruto-kun.” Shizune held a finger to her lips. “It’s so that Tsunade-sama won’t…” She suddenly closed her mouth, like she had let something slip. Before Naruto could question it, she smiled forcibly again. “You’ll sleep more peacefully, right?”
            “What do you…? Hm?” Naruto held back his reaction this time when Shizune reached for the cloth over his crotch. He wanted to rebuke her, but, well, she was a medicinal ninja; she should know what she was doing, even if he was overly shy as she rooted through his layers of covering. He blushed harder when she got to his boxers. No doubt she was going to go through them by the way she looked and hesitated. It embarrassed him more that the excitement had gotten to him and made his member start to stiffen. “Are you sure you have to-dattebayo? I mean”—And it did him no favors to make this remark—“what about Ero-Sennin?”
            To this, Shizune seemed a bit lighthearted; almost relieved. Her answer to him was “I won’t need to worry about him. Heh!” She looked especially cute when she laughed, her eyes making happy arches, her normally-stoic features softening. “I’m sure he’ll rest fine on his own.”
            “But so was I.”
            Naruto forwent all method of reproach when Shizune-san dug out his erection. It sprung up not very tall or wide, and even in Shizune’s hand, he seemed delicate. All the same, her breath audibly hitched when she saw it. Having never shown it to a woman – least of all when it was erect – Naruto ducked his head and looked aside in embarrassment. Not like he meant to show her anyway.
            If she was offended by it, though, Shizune didn’t let it show. In fact, she hid it quite well under an honest smile. It might have just been her training as a medic, but she soothed him, “It’s very cute, Naruto-kun.”
            His bashfulness only increased, and he answered with pouting lips that he wouldn’t call it cute.
            “N-Now let’s see. Like this, right?” Shizune’s inexperience showed as she took a solid hold around his dick and pulled.
            “H-Hey!” Naruto then clapped a hand over his mouth, remembering Shizune’s request for silence. Neither of them would want their respective teachers to find them in this state.
            Shizune panicked. “Oh! I’m sorry!” Her voice remained mindful of its volume. “Isn’t that how you do it?”
            “Do what?!” exclaimed Naruto behind his hand. “I can’t pull that off!”
            Shizune blinked a few times. Did he… not know about masturbation? Hadn’t he paid attention in the academy? There were certainly more than a few lessons about how best to clear a shinobi’s mind.
            “I won’t pull it off,” she promised, refitting her hand to his appendage, holding it more tenderly than before. She tugged on it, but not roughly; rather, her fist glided around him, hardly pulling him at all. And when Naruto showed reception to it – a tic in his furrowed brow and a lift of his lips – she did it again, smiling through her anxiety. Carefully, she rubbed him up and down, steadily constricting her fingers as they both settled into the motions. Naruto even lost a moan, which encouraged Shizune to be proud of this work.
            She sped up as her confidence grew. The bulbous pink head of his flashed through the overlapping foreskin each time she went down, and when it came up, it mostly vanished. When it reappeared, it was glistening with moisture. That was a good sign! He might have slept through Iruka’s lessons, but Shizune was prevalently knowledgeable about the workings of men’s genitalia, despite her lackluster performance with them. The spillage worked for their benefit, lubing the clutch, easing the raw friction to his supple head.
            All at once, Naruto was tense and relaxed. He wanted to remain reclined to watch Shizune-san administer this technique of relaxation. At the same time, it felt so good to just lie back and let her do her work. Surely she’d do it again if asked. And if not, Sakura-chan would back home! She was pretty good with her hands when it came to mundane tasks! And this seemed pretty easy!
            What he had not counted on was the abrupt urgency in his loins. There was definitely something kindling there, something building, but he hadn’t thought anything of it until now. It carried the insuppressible urge of needing the restroom. The little bits beneath his shaft that usually only sensed pain were suddenly ignited with hot pleasure, lifting and feeling full of something indescribable. Was it his bladder?
            He had missed out on quite a lot while ditching, dozing, and dining.
            He hurled upward, making a grab for Shizune’s arm; she didn’t stop, however. “W-Wait, Shizune-san! I think I have to use the restroom-tebayo!”
            But she knew better than him and pressed a hand to his chest, imploring him to lie back and just let it happen. “Y-You’ll be fine,” she assured him, her breath labored from more than the work of her fist. “Just relax!” She looked down, focused on his prick, and swallowed nervously. She could feel it; the twitching between her fingers, the distending of his little cock, the rise of his balls and hips. These were not the signs of a boy in need of a restroom. “N-Now, t-try not to let it out all at once,” she stuttered, now cupping her left hand to his tip as if to catch something.
            “I can’t-dattebayo!” He made no attempt to stave off the sensation. It was more seductive than a nonstop platter of Ichiraku paid for by Iruka-sensei! Against his own will, his thrashing body thrust his hips upward as he sobbed rapturously. Whatever had built up in him, in his sensitive balls, it was ejecting now. There was no stopping it. Shizune-san’s pumping motions only intensified it, despite her advocating against it!
            It wasn’t the constant stream he expected. It was a pop of white that lurched from his slot, spurting higher than Shizune was prepared for, clipping her thumb with a splash of the thick substance that landed near his collarbone. And before he could look and ask what it was, more came gushing out. Shizune exclaimed “Sorry!” and amended the position of her hand to catch the gushing volley.
            Loud! she fretted as Naruto toiled, kicking and wheezing, not knowing what to do with himself in the throes of ecstasy. We’re being too loud! Luckily, the drink was a good sedative, and both Sannin drank a good fill.
            Speaking of a good fill, Shizune would have done better to have a cup – or one of those emptied bottles – handy to catch this load! Was it because it was his first ejaculation, or because he was a jinchuriki that he could produce such a volume?! “Aiee!!” Much to Naruto’s frustrations, she shoved both of her hands together, to try to catch the overflow. More than it seemed his little sac should contain; his lower stomach was pooling with his cum, saturating his boxers and robes.
            In desperate need, Naruto’s hand instinctively grabbed himself to finish the plight, squeezing and juicing his twitching little prick, groaning deep as the final vestiges of the fountain ran the track into Shizune-san’s hands. And then he exhaled, smiling in a dozing way as he melted onto his mat. “What-What was that-dattebayo?” he asked dreamily.
            But Shizune didn’t have time to educate him. He should be satisfied enough with what had happened that all questions could wait until morning. Her dilemma was the gooey contents sloshing in her bowled hands. Too much of it to simply wipe into the bedding.
            She shook with anxiety. “Oh dear,” she fretted. She could hear Tsunade-sama rustle somewhere behind her. Possibly waking up? Roused by a thick scent in the air? Panic gave her one option: she disposed of the evidence down her gullet, wincing at the unbecoming act of drinking the batter of his loins, and showing possible upheaval as she gulped loudly. But she kept it down, and finished the payload with three pompous gulps and two cleaning slurps. Her hands were still a mess when they were emptied, but they could at least be cleaned in a simple rag that she could dispose of at her own discretion.
            She dropped her hands and exhaled loudly, and then smiled to her own conviction. She was truly a good apprentice to be able to handle such a situation without flinching, all for the betterment of her overtaxed master. Her throat burned. She had much less tolerance for alcohol than Tsunade, and this almost felt like she’d downed hard liquor. The pungency of Uzumaki seed. It pooled and sloshed in her belly; shifting stirred the heat and made her blush consciously, like Naruto-kun could somehow know the inner stirring.
            But he was much too busy gasping, his little chest inflating and collapsing over and over, one arm stretched out to the side, his other hand still squeezing his relieved penis, webs of cum stranding across tip and fingers to his belly to slide off in milky trickles. The white shone in the azure moonlight coming in through the window, packed with copious seed. To make it inside of the nook between her legs, Shizune – pondering the thorough whiteness – contemplated the combativeness of her out-of-practice contraceptive jutsu. With semen fully loaded – There were hardly any clear patches. – Naruto’s rate of success to impregnate was concerningly high.
            But what to do with the mess now? There was still so much on him, on his chest, running in a patchy line to his coiled fist. She couldn’t expect him to clean up when it was she who had insisted the mess happen, her own carelessness missing the initial shot.
            Her sperm-tingling lips tightened as she deliberated bowing her head and lapping the stickiness off of him.
            “Bui~”
            Nostrils flaring from the enticing scent of vitamins and nutrients, and always nosing about for a treat, Ton-Ton came trotting up from where she had laid on Shizune’s vacated cot, chasing the strong aroma until she was snuffling her snout into a dollop of Uzumaki cum. “Ton-Ton!” But it was too late for Shizune to dissuade the small swine; she was already lapping up the jizz contentedly, snorting her way down the trail, her smooth tongue making Naruto’s muscles contract with half moans/half laughs, though even he was opposed when, cleaning all the rest like a greedy pig, her tongue wagged over his sensitive tips. “M-Maybe that’s enough-dattebayo,” he said, not wanting to acknowledge that it felt… kind of good to feel her audacious tongue wag there.
            Well, so long as he was content with it… Shizune did not presume to ask much of her precious pig, but if she was willing… She held up her palms, and Ton-Ton merrily licked away the traces that she hadn’t the stomach to finish consuming. What Shizune had considered a bitter batch of male batter, Ton-Ton dined on with no complaint and even licked her chops and gave a piggy oink in appreciation.
            Briefly drying her hands on the skirts of her robes, Shizune gathered up her pot-bellied pig or whatever like a teddy bear, and looked down at Naruto. He hadn’t put his appendage away, and his breath had stabilized, but he seemed ready to sleep, his eyes heavy and his mouth lazily opened. “I-I hope you can sleep well now, Naruto-kun,” she said, hugging Ton-Ton into a soft “Bui~”
            He was already, before she thought this was necessary. But he just nodded, said that he really would – He yawned loudly after. – and pulled the blanket over him, already picking up his dreams as Shizune shuffled into her own bed now.
            Please with herself and her attentiveness to duty, she said to Ton-Ton lying comfortably between her small breasts, “That should keep Tsunade-sama out of trouble.” She smiled to herself, thinking of how she had just prevented her mentor from getting in trouble with an underage boy again. Her gaze eventually strayed back to Naruto, and he seemed at peace. For a moment, she was troubled by what she had put him through, taking what was probably his first experience of sexual relief. But, she consoled herself upon spotting his dreamy smile, it wasn’t like they’d actually had sex. She closed her eyes, smiling contentedly, and murmured, “He hasn’t even had his first kiss yet.” She went to sleep proud and warm. Masturbation could wait until they arrived at Konohagakure.
            And she was resting soundly for the rest of the night.
            As Naruto would have… if hands didn’t scoot back his covers to reveal his not-so-dangly penis. Manicured fingertips probed a moment, held it stable to point up, and then something soft and wet slid over the tip, gliding through his opening. Naruto churned, jostling, and began to chuckle like he was being tickled at the sides. “Shizune-san, heh, you want to do it again-dattebayo?” Far be it from him to object, as it was a pleasant way to wake up.
            But glancing down, he didn’t see Shizune, and it wasn’t just hands being employed.
            “It’s not Shizune this time,” whispered Tsunade with a devilish smirk hovering over his prick. He yammered, but there was nothing he could get out. Cute as Shizune was, Tsunade was a legendary beauty with legendary tits, the likes of which he had never even peeped in nudie magazines!
            “B-Baa-chan?!”
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No question mark, though. The End, with curves in all the right places.
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