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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Naruto
  Relationship:
      Mitarashi_Anko/Orochimaru
  Character:
      Mitarashi_Anko, Orochimaru_(Naruto)
  Additional Tags:
      Lolicon, Pedophilia, Vore, Cannibalism, Snuff, Dubious_Consent,
      Conditioning, Past_Brainwashing, Flashbacks, Vaginal_Fingering, tongue
      play, Masochism, Sadism, Dom/sub, Creepy_Fluff, fuck_and_die, Don't
      Examine_This_Too_Closely, Don't_Try_This_At_Home, Fantasy_is_Fantasy_and
      Reality_is_Reality, I_Am_A_Goddamn_Pervert
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      Published: 2015-09-06 Words: 5945
****** Pavlovian ******
by EvilFuzzy9
Summary
     With the right conditioning, a person can learn to endure anything.
     With the right mindset, a person can enjoy anything. Anko has both
     these things, plus years of repressed desires ready to boil over when
     she sees her old sensei in the Forest of Death...
     [vore, smuttish, snuff]
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
                                   Pavlovian

                               A Naruto voreshot

                                      By

                                  EvilFuzzy9
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 Rating: M

Genre: Um... Fantasy/Horror? Erotica?

Characters/Pairings: Anko, Orochimaru, Manda; [hints of Anko x Orochimaru,
potential inferred Anko x Manda]

Summary: With the right conditioning, a person can learn to endure anything.
With the right mindset, a person can enjoy anything. Anko has both these
things, plus years of repressed desires ready to boil over when she sees her
old sensei in the Forest of Death... [vore, smuttish, snuff]
===============================================================================

WARNING: This fanfic depicts activities of an adult nature between characters
who would be minors in the real world. The author of this fic does not endorse
such things being done by minors in real life, and in fact strongly discourages
minors from reading this, and also from participating in any and all such
activities until they are at the age of majority/consent as defined in the laws
or customs of their state or principality.

VORE WARNING: This fanfic also happens to be based heavily in the fetish, or
paraphilia, of vorarephilia. In layman's terms, people will be eaten, and it
will be treated as either comical or erotic, depending on context. If this
confuses or disgusts you, then please click on the back button in your web
browser of choice. Furthermore, the author would also like to emphasize the
distinction between fantasy and reality, and how never the twain should meet.

TRIGGER WARNING – PEDOPHILIA: This fanfic also contains one or more intimate
relationships of a sexual nature (explicit or implied) between one or more
underage participants and one or more significantly older adult participants.
Said relationship(s) is/are likely to have strong pedophilic connotations. If
the presence of such content is liable to offend or disturb you, please turn
back now.

(kinda fucking dark but also kinky as shit, in case you couldn't tell)
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"Today, Anko, we shall begin a very special kind of training."

A shiver, heaving bosom. Moisture and heat, a fire between her legs. Aching,
ever aching, never achieving the blissful numbness of release. She touched
herself, kindling a passionate blaze within every inch of her naked flesh,
plunging into the uttermost depths of her womanhood, but still it refused to
come.

Under the darkest watch of night, alone in her most private sanctum, she moaned
oh so wretchedly. Tossing and turning in sweat-stained sheets, she dreamed of
the past, of the peace and pleasure she once knew.

She had loved him, once. He had given her so much, only to take it all so
cruelly away... alas for the follies of youth, but the things he had done to
her as a girl left this woman utterly enthralled, a slave to forbidden lusts.

Full breasts heaved, bare and slick with sweat beneath her sheets, and Anko
Mitarashi sank deeper into her dreams.

It was the only place where she could still find that elusive release.
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Orochimaru-sensei smiled down at her with a lofty yet kindly expression on his
face. It was a look of distant and sagely benevolence, the cool compassion of
someone high and noble condescending to kindly address one who was far beneath
them.

Anko watched her teammates go, feeling smug that she alone had been judged
worthy of this special training. A mesh shirt clung to her petite, youthful
form. Merely a child, she was, cute and vivacious, yet she was also dedicated
to her art, training as a kunoichi in earnest.

"What is it, Sensei?" she asked him, looking up into those piercing gold eyes.
"This training you say only I can do."

Orochimaru hummed softly and inclined his head. He looked at the boughs of a
tree overhead, folding his hands in front of him.

"It is very special," he told her. "You could say that it is a... forbidden
method, in a way. Very few would be suited to this training, and many would
scorn or fear it. Not least of which because it carries a very real risk of
death..."

Anko gulped. Her heart thudded in her chest, and she felt a touch of giddiness.

"Death?" she said excitedly.

Not because she wanted to die, but because she knew that some of the most
effective training methods also came with extreme risks. For instance, that Guy
kid had told her about an obscenely powerful secret taijutsu that could turn a
person's bones to dust even if done correctly, but could also let a single
warrior fight off an entire army.

So if Orochimaru thought she was ready to study something that dangerous, Anko
could only assume that this training would make her much, MUCH stronger if she
succeeded.

He smiled at her, that secret smile he reserved for her and her alone.

Cheeks warmed. Butterflies fluttered in her belly.

"Yes, it is very dangerous," he explained. "If done incorrectly... well, you
are sure to die."

"And if I do it right?" she asked.

"Then we shall both benefit immensely," he told her. "You will experience a
world of sensation beyond anything you have ever known before... and I will get
to spend time training one-on-one with my cute little student."

Anko blushed.

"D-Do you mean that, Sensei?"

"Wholeheartedly, dear."
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The air was cool on her bare skin, yet her body felt like it was burning up
under her teacher's gaze. A shiver rocketed up her spine, and she stared
transfixed into his eyes. Anko's clothes lay in a neatly folded pile off to the
side, and she was standing there in her birthday suit, naked in the shadow of a
gnarled oak.

"Is that good? I took off my clothes like you said..." she murmured
tremulously, feeling like the slits of his pupils could swallow her whole. Anko
was singularly aware of her own body in this moment, of the handsome aspect of
her master's visage, and his height and stature as a man.

"Excellent," he told her. "You have done exactly as I said, without even a
moment's hesitation. This is precisely why you are the only one I can trust
with this exercise... you are loyal and obedient, Anko. You will do whatever I
say, won't you? No matter how strange or frightening it might sound..."

He knelt down to caress her cheek, his face close to Anko's. Closer than she
was accustomed.

"I will," she said, nodding. Her face was flushed a deep red, her pulse
curiously fast despite a dearth of exceptional physical exertion thus far.
"I... I trust you, Orochimaru-sensei."

"Enough that you won't tell anyone about this training?" he asked her. "No
matter what happens, or how unpleasant it might seem?"

She smiled.

"It's forbidden jutsu, isn't it? You said something like that already..." her
voice came out as a mere breath, scarcely even a whisper. "I understand. You'd
get in trouble if anyone found out you were teaching me stuff like this... and
I don't want that to happen. I don't want you to go away, Sensei."

Orochimaru stroked her cheek a second time, before raising his hand to brush it
idly through her hair. He leaned closer, so close that she could feel his
breath on her jawline, hot and curiously fragrant.

"And I want to stay with you as well, Anko," he told her. "Which is why I want
to do this training with you..."

Anko shivered, her heart racing. She stared in fascination at her sensei's
lips. She felt one of his hands meander down her back, tracing the ridge of her
spine. Electricity jolted through her skin at this touch, and a soft,
undefinable noise escaped her lips when his fingers reached the curve of her
rear.

His lips pressed against hers. His hand wandered over her posterior, gently
squeezing one of her buttocks. He kissed her chastely, fondling her bum, before
pulling back and letting go.

"Ahh... S-Sensei...?" Anko moaned, confused by the sensations rising up inside
her. "Is this... nng... the training...?"

Orochimaru smiled. He ran his hand through Anko's hair, undoing the tie of her
ponytail. Dark violet tresses fell down to her shoulders. Pat, pat. His hand
brushed her posterior again, and Anko felt a jolt go through her body at the
touch. It was strange, but not unpleasant. Curiously enjoyable.

"No," he told her. "Not this... I simply wanted to let you understand, my dear,
how much I want to keep you with me. I suppose I'm a very selfish man, aren't
I? Wanting to keep you to myself... to have you as my own, and no one else's."

He drew her into his bosom, embracing her. He rested his chin in the crook of
her neck, holding her slender form close to him as he whispered into her ear.

"You are a handsome child, Anko. I'm sure that you will grow into a most
beautiful woman... and one day other men will take notice of your beauty, and
they will want to take you and have you for themselves. And you will want them
to, I'm sure... someday you will grow up and leave me behind in search of
another."

Anko threw her arms around his torso, hugging her teacher tightly.

"I won't!" she denied. "I'll never leave you, Sensei. I'll stay with you
forever!"

He smiled wanly. Again, one of his hands descended to her rear. Another of his
hands traveled between her legs, gingerly pressing the palm of his hand to her
pubic mound.

"Ah, dear Anko," he whispered. "But I don't just want you to stay with me, no.
I am a jealous, greedy man. I want you to be mine, and mine alone. I want to
own you, to have you forever as my private plaything. Kukuku... I want to make
every inch of this body my personal possession. I want to use you for my own
pleasure, Anko, and I do not think I care whether you enjoy it or not."

He slipped a single, slender finger up to trace her private place and press
gingerly between the lips of her youthful blossom.

Anko whimpered and buried her face in his shirt.

"I-I don't care," she replied. "If it makes you happy, Sensei... I'll do
anything. I want you to train me. I want to stay with you forever. I will stay
with you, always."

Orochimaru smiled.

"Then show me this resolve, Anko," he purred, pushing his finger inside of her.
"Show it to me with your body... prove you can handle the training I've planned
for you."

He let go of her and stepped back. Anko let out a confused, disappointed sound.
Her breathing hitched, a flush spreading over her bare skin. She did not know
what it was, exactly, but she was aroused from Orochimaru's touch and
closeness, and she found herself curiously longing for more of it.

Orochimaru smiled at her and bit down on his thumb. His hands blurred through a
short sequence of seals.

In a burst of smoke, one of his summons appeared. It was large by the standards
of a non-summon, about as long as Orochimaru was tall, three times over. Its
girth was a bit hefty for a snake of its size, and it looked big enough to
swallow Anko whole, although it was downright puny compared to the serpent
summoner's largest familiars.

"Lie down," he told her, his voice firm and more professional. It was was stern
and nearly dispassionate, especially compared to the rolling, throaty intensity
of only moments prior. "Flat on your back, hands at your sides. Legs together."

The commands were terse but clear. His clipped instructions carried a weight of
familiar authority, and Anko did as he said on reflex, just as she'd done when
he'd told her to strip.

"Yes, sir!" she said, trying to ignore the sensation of green grass tickling
her nether regions where her teacher's hands had been only moments earlier. She
squirmed, blushing as strangely pleasurable sensations continued to spread
through her body.

Orochimaru smiled at the signs of arousal, leering aloofly at erect nipples and
a moist crotch, at the reddened patches of skin and other, subtler cues. He
felt himself grow aroused at the sight of Anko's nude body, and the thought of
what he was going to do to her.

"Good girl," he purred, licking his lips. "Because you're so obedient, I'll let
you have a choice."

"A... a choice?"

"You will be eaten alive," Orochimaru said. "Swallowed whole, to be precise.
This training is to help you overcome certain primal fears... desensitize you
to extreme conditions. You will be spat back out, unharmed, but only if you
follow my instructions to the letter. Do you understand?"

Anko nodded, panting a little bit. She was still aroused, Orochimaru's touches
having sent chakra throughout her body to stimulate key erogenous zones. This
was a crucial part of the conditioning he had planned for her.

"I understand."

"Splendid. Your objective in this exercise, Anko, is to last as long as you can
mentally bear. You will be swallowed alive by either Haida here... or myself.
When you have had as much as you can bear, you will channel a specific chakra
signal into my or Haida's stomach lining. This will cause us to spit you back
up."

He took a step forward, smiling down at Anko.

"Now..." he said languidly. "Who do you want to eat you?"

Haida hissed, reptilian eyes giving the girl's naked form a visibly hungry once
over.

Anko shivered, and met Orochimaru's eyes.

"I...I want you to eat me, Sensei..." she murmured, arching her back as foreign
pleasures continued to assault her virgin body.

Orochimaru smiled.

"I thought so," he said.
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It was like nothing she had ever experienced. She fit so snugly into her
master's mouth, could feel his esophagus conform to every inch of her,
massaging her body as it slowly worked her down his throat. She went feet
first, her teacher easily lifting her up.

His jaw unhinged to accommodate her form, his lips brushing over goosepimpled
skin. Shivers wracked her body as strange and unfamiliar sensations exploded
inside of her with his every touch. His tongue was long and muscular, and it
wrapped around her like a boa constrictor. He laved the massive organ over
every inch of her body, working its length skillfully back and forth across her
most sensitive places as he swallowed her.

Anko thrashed in spite of herself as he swallowed her, though not in attempt to
escape. Rather it was simply because the things she was feeling were
overwhelming, an all-consuming pleasure that drowned out everything else.

His tongue rubbed her pussy, slid teasingly between her thighs, compressed her
buttocks and flicked the nubs of her breasts. It uncoiled from her lower parts
as she descended down his throat, moving up over her body as her body went
down. It was a slow, agonizingly deliberate process. His lips smacked on her
naked belly, the tip of his tongue pressing against her own mouth.

Orochimaru's esophagus kneaded her rear just so, Anko halfway into his mouth.
The muscular action of his throat groped her young ass even as it shoved her
further down, ever closer to his gut. Her lips parted in a moan, and the tip of
his tongue pushed past them. Anko could taste it as he continued to swallow
her, could taste her own sweat and arousal on her master's tongue. Her eyes
widened in surprise, as much in regards to how greatly this realization
delighted her as anything else.

Anko moaned against the intrusion of his tongue as her breasts neared his lips.
He lovingly fondled her midsection with that very tongue even as he inched more
of it into her mouth. She opened her mouth wider, finding herself strangely
excited by the presence of his meat (tongue) inside of her as her meat (body)
went inside him.

Had she been a little older and more worldly, the lass might have blushed to
realize how closely the insertion of his tongue into her mouth resembled an
obscene parody of fellatio. But she wasn't, and all she knew was that she liked
what was happening.

Nipples passed over his lip. Then her chin. She got her last glimpse of
daylight before he swallowed her completely, his tongue leaving her mouth at
last to let her gulp down a final breath of fresh air.

She sank into the dark depths of his body, unable to see anything. His
esophagus worked over her frame for what felt like ages, stimulating her
further and further until she came – her first orgasm, experienced while being
swallowed alive by her teacher. She moaned and writhed and collapsed limply
into herself, curling up into a fetal position as the last of her entered
Orochimaru's stomach.

She was exhausted utterly, her vision swimming. She felt what could only be
stomach acid churning over her naked body, the lining of his gut kneading her
as it stirred his digestive juices into action.

Weakly but determinedly, Anko resolved to endure this as long as she possibly
could. Sensei was going through all this trouble to train her, after all...
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They did this training often, in their time as teacher and student. Whenever
they had the time and the privacy, he would swallow her, or have one of his
snakes swallow her. Soon, Anko ceased to view it as training to be endured, but
as something wonderful to savor and enjoy to its fullest.

Several times they did this, until sexual release had become inextricably
linked in Anko's mind with being swallowed alive. She could not come unless she
was inside someone's belly, could not reach that full height of pleasure
without being eaten alive.

"Thank you for this meal, Anko-chan."

Whenever Orochimaru-sensei said this to her, Anko knew it meant he wanted to
eat her. And, addicted as she was to the pleasure, she gladly complied whenever
she heard those words.

It was conditioning, not that she realized it. He made it into an automatic
reflex for her.

Whenever he said those words, "Thank you for this meal, Anko-chan," she would
strip and prepare to be eaten. No matter when he said it, or what they were
doing at the time, if he said those words she would drop everything and submit
herself gleefully, unthinkingly.

Like a dog trained to associate the ringing of a bell with food, Anko
associated that phrase with pleasure and sexual release. But where Pavlov's
dogs were trained to salivate on command, Anko Mitarashi was trained to be
eaten.

And she enjoyed every minute of it, happily letting her sensei eat her.

Until the day he left.

Ever since then, Anko had struggled in vain against her conditioning, She had
so often tried desperately, frustratedly to achieve orgasm through normal
means, but it never worked. It seemed she was doomed to live the rest of her
life in sexual frustration, upset at his betrayal, at how he left her behind.

From those feelings she nurtured a righteous anger, a smouldering hatred for
her former master. She vowed to destroy him one day, if ever she should see him
again.

Vengeance, not only for herself, but for all of that man's victims.

So Anko lived her life in bitterness and determination, swearing to never again
repeat the follies of her youth. And though the inability to find release from
her curse was frustrating, she had learned long ago to endure such discomfort.

And endure it she did, right up until the day she met him again.

The day she saw her sensei for the last time.
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A kunai flew straight and true, swiftly piercing the air. Most would have
dodged or tried to block the dart, but the person before Anko simply caught it
between their fingers. There wasn't even a scratch on them.

"Orochimaru..." Anko growled, glaring defiantly into those eyes. "Damn you!"

She dashed forward, murderous intent radiating from her cold snarl. She grabbed
the hand of her foe and forced it into a joined seal.

Orochimaru smiled when snakes emerged from Anko's sleeve, wrapping around their
arms and baring long, venomous fangs. His body turned to mud, collapsing in a
gooey heap, and Anko gave a start.

Spinning around, anticipating her enemy's next move, Anko brandished another
kunai and moved to stab at her former teacher.

But then she stopped.

The knife fell from her hand.

"Oh...?" Orochimaru smirked. "Hello. Now why would you be blushing, Anko-chan?"

She looked away, shivering, feeling her face burn. The curse seal on her neck
stung badly, a shooting pain, but she scarcely noticed it. Her bosom heaved
within its scanty, revealing confines, and her knees felt like they were
turning to jelly.

Anko felt the moistness growing between her legs. Images flashed through her
mind, not the result of some intrusion or genjutsu, but rather the products of
her own imagination. Despite herself, she fancied her former master tearing off
her clothes, raping her. Or maybe summoning a snake to swallow her whole. Or
maybe opening his mouth and personally eating her alive.

"Ngh...❤" she moaned pitifully. "S-Sensei..."

Panting, she fell to her knees. She was trembling from head to toe, and sweat
was pouring down her skin like bullets, translucent rivulets tracing the dips
and rises of a curvaceous, womanly figure. With a throaty gasp, Anko fell
forward onto her hands and knees. She felt her breasts dangling unsupported
from her torso, and imagining Orochimaru's gaze on them she whimpered and felt
herself grow wetter and hotter.

Eat me! she wanted to scream. Oh, fuck, eat me!

But the words would not come. A part of her which still knew this person as her
enemy, as a traitor to the Leaf, refused to beg so shamelessly for release. She
resisted fiercely and shot a hateful glare at Orochimaru.

Shivering weakly, Anko tried to get back on her feet. It was a vain effort, and
she only made it halfway to standing before she collapsed once more onto her
knees.

Orochimaru's eyes gleamed, and he watched Anko struggle to stand. He licked his
lips.

"Mm... You look as delectable as ever, darling," he purred with a voice like
silk, and Anko visibly blushed as his eyes meandered hungrily over her figure.
"I could eat you right up."

"Damn you..." she hissed, biting her lip. Her legs squeezed together, and it
seemed clear that she was trying to hide her arousal. "I won't do it. I won't
lose to you. I... I'm not..."

A pathetic whine escaped her lips, and she shuddered worse than ever. A thin
line of drool trickled down her chin, and her eyes stared into the distance.

Orochimaru could smell her orgasm, the fragrance of her sex.

He smiled and took one step forward.

"Thank you for this meal, Anko-chan."

These words hung in the air for a long moment, and Anko seemed to freeze up at
the sound. Her face reddened to the deepest extent possible, and her eyes
glazed over.

Reflexively, the woman began to strip. She bared her body without hesitation,
exposing full, heaving breasts and a lovely, soaking flower.

She hadn't been wearing lingerie.

Orochimaru licked his lips and wove a single seal. Anko's discarded clothes
spontaneously ignited and burned to ash within seconds, although the flames
left their surroundings quite unmarked.

He took another step forward, leering appreciatively at Anko's nipples, large
and puffy and standing up proudly under his scrutiny. Her nether lips were
swollen and rosy, slick and glossy with clinging moisture. Beads of sweat
glistened in the dim forest light, the shifting of leaves dappling a voluptuous
figure with dusky shadows.

Anko lay on her back, looking intently into his eyes. She was biting her lip
and spreading her legs, blushing and moaning lewdly. It was barely a conscious
decision on her part, but it was clear that she wanted it. If she hadn't, then
surely she would have fought harder.

"Bastard..." she whispered. "I... please, ungh!"

Orochimaru smiled.

"What do you want, Anko-chan?" he asked her this with glinting eyes, holding
her entranced with a serpent's paralyzing gaze. "Tell me, and I'll give it to
you. All you have to do is ask."

"Ah... S-Sensei..." she said, melting under his eyes, unable to bite back the
cry any longer. "I... oooh, I want... Please, please eat me!"

Anko writhed piteously on the giant bough, her eyes fluttering half closed as
she bucked her hips. The woman's toned but generous ass struck the bark with a
meaty sound, and Orochimaru watched her obscene thrashing with a look of idle
amusement.

"I thought so," he said. "What a good girl. Perhaps I'll reward you, first..."

With a sneer, he began to strip. Swaying his hips side to side, he peeled off
his shirt, his pants, his skin...

A gorgeous, slender woman with modest breasts and a hairless snatch sauntered
lustily up to the helpless Anko. Her complexion was like ivory, smooth and
white, and her hair could have been threaded from the night sky itself. She was
beautiful and serene, with pouty lips and a playful smile.

She was unrecognizable, and most certainly not a man. The only thing to betray
her true identity were those eyes, with their piercing yellow irides and slit,
snake-like pupils.

Orochimaru straddled Anko in a woman's body, mashing two flawlessly shaped
breasts against her student's generous tits. She planted a kiss on the younger
woman's cheek and trailed her hands down her curves, coming to rest on Anko's
hips.

Smiling a predator's smile, she kissed Anko again. On the mouth this time.

"You're delicious."

Anko gasped, and Orochimaru thrust her tongue through the woman's parted lips.
She invaded Anko's mouth, sliding their bodies lustfully together, grinding
their nipples and massaging Anko's rear.

The rogue ninja trailed her fingers over her former student's pelvis, deftly
dancing across a burning hot gender. She teased the violette's slit with the
pad of her thumb, rubbing up and down between her labia. Nectar dribbled out
over her finger, and Anko shuddered beneath her.

"Ahh... ngh... oh, Sensei!" the kunoichi moaned, bucking her hips in blind
desire. "Y-Yes, augh! That feels...!"

Soft, round breasts mashed between their torsos. Anko's were larger, her
nipples a darker brown color, while Orochimaru's were firmer with more pinkish
nipples. Both were flawless in their own ways, deliciously perky and pert.

Orochimaru's ass bobbed in the air as she began to thrust her fingers in and
out of Anko's pussy. The violette was in heaven at her touch, and accepted
everything her former master did to her with subservient aplomb.

Anko arched her back, thrashing helplessly under Orochimaru's feminine body.
Her eyes were glassy and her cheeks were red, a tongue lolling out of her mouth
as Orochimaru thumbed her clitoris. With a shiver, Anko stared into her old
sensei's eyes and saw the hunger therein. Cold amusement and lust tempered with
something more primal and twisted.

She screamed euphorically, turning to mush as Orochimaru kissed her a second
time. Or was it the third time? The fourth?

There was no way for Anko to tell. Her reality seemed contorted and senseless,
the only thing straightforward and simple being the pleasure Orochimaru's touch
brought her. Of all the things she could trust or reckon by, the only thing
that seemed meaningful to Anko was how long this pleasure would last, and
whether it would end with her in this beautiful woman's stomach.

Deeply rooted conditioning made her hope on a visceral, unthinking level that
it would.

Something yanked Anko back to reality as ecstasy surged through her veins.
Pleasure flooded her body: a tingling, rushing, numbing thrill that felt like
electrocution in the best possible way. In her mind, sparks flew, and fireworks
danced in her belly as something clenched and opened the floodgates.

Her bliss poured out in a liquid state, dousing Orochimaru's hand and drenching
it with the perfume of her sex. Anko's limbs felt pleasantly numb and leaden,
her body tingling so nicely that all she wanted was to lie there and bask in
the warm glow.

Weakly moaning, she smiled at her master.

Orochimaru who was her master still, as much now as in her youth, and perhaps
even moreso.

"Eat me..." she cooed. "Eat me...!"

Orochimaru smiled and gladly obliged. She kissed Anko yet again, passionately
frenching the young woman. She lifted Anko up, holding her by the hips, sucking
on the violette's tongue and nibbling her lips. Effortlessly she raised Anko's
body, holding the woman nearly perpendicular to her face.

Hands moved up to grasp underneath Anko's armpits. Breasts dangled pendulously,
swaying this way and that. Stiff, puffy nipples stood up from large, milky
globes. A toned but generous rump appetizingly bounced and wiggled as legs
kicked in the air, the lower half of the woman's body striving to hold itself
up.

Supporting Anko by the armpits, Orochimaru broke off their kiss after what felt
like an all too short epoch of sensual intimacy, coyly smiling at her pupil and
prey. A snake's eyes flashed, and Anko's delightfully shameful expression of
bliss grew even more lewd.

"I love you, Sensei❤" the kunoichi whispered, a proud and masterful ninja
reduced to a gleefully passive slab of meat in Orochimaru's hands.

"I know," was Orochimaru's reply. She licked her lips. "And I love the way you
taste."

Anko blushed and squealed.

"Eat me now!" she cried, holding her arms firmly to her sides and squeezing her
legs together. "Please, just eat me! I need this so fucking bad, Sensei.
Master. I'm nothing, just a hunk of meat. The only reason I was born was to be
digested in your stomach! Please, eat me now!❤"

"Good girl," Orochimaru purred. "That's just what I wanted to hear."

And saying this, she opened her mouth wide. Jaws unhinged, cheeks stretching
impossibly, and a massive tongue lolled out of Orochimaru's gaping maw. It was
as thick as an anaconda, and able to stretch at least as long.

She licked Anko's face, making the woman moan obscenely, before laving her way
down her student's torso. She squeezed between sumptuous melons and wrapped
around shapely tits, flicking erect nipples and thoroughly tasting the
violette's mammaries.

Her tongue pressed between Anko's legs, rubbing against the kunoichi's aching
cunt. She tasted her prey's tender thighs and juicy buttocks, squeezing and
massaging every inch of the woman's body. Then she pulled her tongue back,
making Anko whimper, before shoving her massive lingual member into the woman's
mouth.

Orochimaru forced Anko to deepthroat her tongue, or at least as much as she
could force anyone who was so utterly willing. Unlike their first time
together, Anko was perfectly aware of how filthy, suggestive, and lewd this
was, and she reveled in it with unabashed glee. Moaning lustily, she serviced
her predator's tongue, sucking it as hungrily as she used to suck his cock.

Anko came a second time, shuddering suspended in Orochimaru's hands, her juices
gushing out in a fragrant spray. She moaned happily, eyes rolling up in her
head. Her face was the epitome of a fucked senseless ahegao expression.

Orochimaru pulled out with a distorted smile, her mouth opened fully, a gaping
void into which Anko would easily fit, and at last she shoved her meal home.
Throwing her head back and holding Anko nearly vertically, she smacked plump
and kissable lips down on the violette's collarbone, swallowing her head in a
single gulp.

Anko buried her face in Orochimaru's tongue, nuzzling it for what she knew
would be the last time. She smiled contentedly and wriggled her hips a little,
hoping to give her sensei a nice final show as the woman who was once a man
opened her mouth a little more and swallowed. Her tongue rose up and pushed
against Anko's face, nudging from under her chin, forcing her meal headfirst
into her throat.

Orochimaru's lower lip slipped down then up to accommodate Anko's breasts,
pulling the woman further in. She tasted the delicious tits, nipples digging
into her tongue, and her pussy moistened. A modest, heaving bosom seemed to
swell in pride as she downed her student's ample chest.

Smack. Smack. Slurp.

She swallowed up to Anko's waist. The woman was pushed down Orochimaru's
esophagus, shoved face first into her sensei's stomach. She was baptized in
acid, her head submerged in potent gastric juices. She got a mouthful of it,
and her throat burned. It filled her nostrils and seared her sinuses. It got
into her eyes, blinding her with a sizzling sound, and filled her ears until
she could hear nothing but the gurgling of Orochimaru's stomach.

Orochimaru grabbed hold of Anko's hips, and pushed until her teeth grazed the
woman's ass and pubic mound. Her lips wetly clapped over the kunoichi's meaty
thighs, and her tongue once more teasingly rubbed between Anko's asshole and
pussy. She poked and prodded both holes even as her meal arched her back and
managed to raise her head above the acid, gasping for thick and sweetly pungent
air.

Anko strained to support her head above the acid, wanting to enjoy her final
moments for as long as possible. She could see nothing but darkness, but she
could feel the tingling of her body as it soaked in Orochimaru's acid. Her
breasts were slick with a mixture of sweat and gastric juices. Her back and
shoulders felt pleasantly tender as dead skin cells sloughed off to expose the
fresh, sensitive layers beneath.

Orochimaru felt Anko shudder one more time and spray a gout of nectar into her
mouth. She savored the taste, thrusting her tongue languidly in and out of the
woman's holes a few times. With most of her prey in her mouth or stomach, the
serpent summoner's hands were free for other matters, and she lustfully cupped
her own gorgeous bosom, squeezing breasts that were quite smaller than Anko's
but no less perfect.

Slurp. Slurp. Gulp.

Finally, Orochimaru downed the last of Anko, swallowing the woman down to the
tips of her toes. She savored the taste, but did not linger too long over any
one part.

At last, Anko was all the way into Orochimaru's bulging belly, where she curled
up into a peaceful fetal position and waited drowsily for her life to end.
Little by little, bit by bit, she digested. She melted euphorically into a
literal puddle of bliss, her softer parts quickly liquefying into a shameful
lipid slurry.

The acid ate away at Anko's curves, breaking her down through the paths of
least resistance. Breasts, thighs, underarms, and buttocks dissolved. Her sex
gushed explosively into the soup of her own melting tits as the acid gradually
burned out those most sensitive nerve endings.

Anko lewdly and weakly moaned as her body was broken down chunk by chunk into
its constituent compounds and molecules. It was an agonizing, masochistic
paradise: her final, ultimate destination.

With a weakening body and a dearth of fresh air, she inevitably succumbed to
unconsciousness, but a kunoichi's stubborn endurance staved off this final numb
quiescence until nearly the very end, when more of her body was dissolved than
not.

This took several hours, and until then she enjoyed every last minute. When she
finally passed out, it wasn't long before she passed on.

Soon, nothing would be left of Anko Mitarashi but memories and waste. That, and
whatever fats, proteins, and nutrients were absorbed into her predator's body.
At least until Orochimaru swapped it out for a younger, stronger vessel.

Then she would truly be nothing, nothing but a fond memory of a tasty meal.

This was what Sensei had trained her to want.

This was her ultimate fate.
End Notes
     A/N: This got a little weird for me to write. Not because of the
     vore, or Anko's snuff fetish or willing death consumption or
     whatever. Rather, it was writing Orochimaru as such a full-on
     pedophile in Anko's flashbacks. It creeped me out, and I'm the one
     writing it!
     But, yeah. So, I got a request/suggestion for this in a review of
     Cerulean Cuisine on ficwad. I expanded a lot on the details, but the
     overall concept is pretty much exactly as they requested. Took me
     several months to complete, mostly because I worked on it only very
     sporadically, but I've finally finished this thing.
     And as much as I love vore, dolcett, and mildly guro-esque stuff like
     this, man if it isn't a helluva thing to actually write. Fun, but not
     easy.
     Updated: 9-6-15
     TTFN and R&R!
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