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Small Island of the Big Trouble	By : Evangelion04 Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 10163 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Have in mind that the story before you contains an array of fetishes and a genuine nasty atmosphere. I could not hope to list them all in the summary, as they will strongly differ from chapter to chapter, so let this be your warning. If you are easily (easily may not be the most appropriate word I suppose) disgusted, this is not a story you will enjoy.

Since there is a limited character space for the story tags, the section bellow the actual chapter will contain the tags in the future, so as to avoid rubbing in any potential spoilers. If you feel you must see them, scroll to the end of the page. Each chapter will be tagged individually.

"Saaaaaaanji! ...food!", a whimpering voice came pleading from the deck.

"You just ate!", the annoyed cook snapped back, his voice muffled through the kitchen door. "How many times have I told you already!? We're running low on supplies and I'm trying to rati-..."

"Food!"

"Are you even listen-"

"FOOOOOOHD!!!"

Nico Robin returned to her book with a chuckle. She would normally plug her ears with an extra set of arms so she could focus on her historic research and review her complex notes and timetables, but now there was no need for such a thing. She finished all of her work for the time being and seeing how they haven't made a stop for quite some time now, all of her material was exhausted and she simply had to wait for their next stop. Therefore, she could allow herself the distraction from the outside, as she was reading but a light novel.

The ship was headed far south, to a remote island that was a big detour to their normal journey. Using a special, eternal log-pose, the crew was to navigate the shortest path, which sadly included no convenient stops where they could dock and resupply. So far, they have been on the sea for almost two months straight, and while the vast distance to cover was to blame the most, calm weather and lack of wind were quite disheartening. Definitely the longest trip they've made in a long time, the Strawhat pirates were now headed in almost completely opposite direction of their regular log-pose, following the eternal one given to them by the man they were to meet at their destination, the Queen of Drag Queens, Emporio Ivankov.

While the things were certainly much calmer than usual, Thousand Sunny was far from boring. Whether it be Franky's exaggerated loud new contraptions, endless stream of Usopp's stories, Luffy's unmatched talent for getting in trouble and limitless supplies of energy and optimism, or maybe just plain games, singing and dancing, occasional quarrel and evening parties - Thousand Sunny had it all.

Robin enjoyed the evening celebrations the most, and while she didn't exactly jam chop sticks up her nose, dance on the table in her speedos or sing pretentious songs about her alter ego, she did have plenty of fun and enjoyed every moment spent with her nakama. Still, unlike the energetic and relentless members of the crew, she required plenty of alone-time, as did Zoro or maybe even Nami and Sanji; time she spent with her work. With that on hold however, things started to complicate slightly.

It was time to put the novel down. Her attention was dropping for a few pages now and while she was getting bored with the romantic involvements in the plot, she didn't want to lose out on any of the content. Their library was limited and rarely updated, which meant that she could, one day, read all the books in it. It wasn't a realistic scenario since she knew that reading time was her luxury rather than a daily routine, but the thought still made her uncomfortable.

Someone was coming. It was a very specific sound produced by the footsteps of the only female member of the Strawhat pirates, besides Robin. The door then opened with a notable *click* and Nami cheerfully walked in. She waved casually and proceeded to the ladder leading to the bathroom. Robin always wondered why did Franky design the ship in a way that anyone going to the toilet would have to go through the library. There were two other "mini-toilets" on the ship besides the big one above the library, but those didn't have a shower and a big comfortable bath.

"That stupid Sanji is killing me with his 'refreshing drinks'", Nami said while she was opening the hatch at the top of the ladders.

A few moments passed and Robin was about to return the book to its place after marking the page she last read, when she suddenly froze mid movement. Biting her lip she shifted uncomfortably remembering something that happened about half an hour earlier. Nervously looking up at the hatch, she was hoping Nami intended to take a shower rather than sit on the toilet.

[Some time earlier]

Thousand Sunny was going through a rather calm area of the ocean for about two weeks now. The area, on top of being ungrateful sailing territory, was home to a rather strange species of slime fish that lived close to the surface of the water. The problem with this fish was that it was completely poisonous and that it seemed to have driven away every other type of sea creature from the surface. This of course meant that the Strawhat's food supply was completely dependent on the food stashed in the storage behind the kitchen, as fishing was out of the question. Not knowing how long the trip will take and assuming that Luffy wont keep breaking into the kitchen in the middle of the night successfully, as well as assuming that if the trip turns out to be a longer one, there will certainly be a nearby island where they could grab some food, Sanji decided to be his usual generous self and prepare obscenely exotic meals in the initial days of their voyage. However, being wrong in all of his assumptions, Sanji's decision to kill off a big part of the food supply so early in their journey, turned out to be very unwise. Furthermore, their situation pushed him to take action, less the crew was to face starvation.

Sanji radically changed the diet of the pirates, resorting to all the cooking tricks he could think of, so as to increase the amount of calories and quench a certain Captain's hunger, using the least amount of food. While the meals were definitely delicious as usual, the change of diet didn't affect Robin in the most positive way.

About a week ago she started having occasional stomach cramps, indigestion and constipation. Never the one to draw unnecessary attention or to indignify herself (especially when it concerned her bowel movement), Robin decided to wait it out and report her problems to neither Sanji nor Chopper, the ship's doctor.

In the last week or so, her problems increased and she was becoming more and more constipated, each visit to the toilet becoming a struggle of its own, quickly turning worse each day.

The ladder from the library to the spa bathroom above, now seemed incredibly tall. Robin clenched her lips and sucked her stomach in as she was climbing - a gesture not so much intended to help her hold it in, as much as it was grimace of the body fighting a mental battle.

Her visits to the toilet bowl have been frustrating recently, to say the least. Numerous unsuccessful bowel movements made her think it was almost worth it to just let go here on the ladder and face the consequences after. Luckily or not, as she got near the hatch the horrible pressure subsided and, while relieved, she frowned at the possibility that her opportunity to finally release was gone.

Once in the restroom, she opened the door and rushed the nearest stool. Dropping her shorts and underwear in one fluid movement, Robin sat herself on the toilet and grabbed the edges of the seat. Letting go completely, an ecstatic feeling started coming over her as her stomach muscles tightened with intention to push out all the bowelstuff and end her torment. Leaning forward so that she could spread her cheeks even further, Nico Robin felt her anus dilating and most definitely felt movement in her rear opening. Any moment now she would feel release and the chaffing motion of the feces against her anal ring. She was holding her breath in sweet anticipation and then a slight, silent moan escaped her mouth as she was leaning forward more and more, her breasts brushing against her thighs. A moment passed and Robin stopped clenching her stomach.

Nothing was happening.

She felt that some foul swear word would be quite fitting for the moment, but she was never good with those, at least when compared to her crewmates. She gave the tiled floor in front of her a short, vacant stare and decided to push despite her reluctant bottom. Her face flushed red, first with effort of pushing and then due to frustration. Releasing her grip on the toilet seat, she planted her forehead into her palm and closed her eyes. One annoyed "tsk" echoed through the bathroom as Robin's frustration grew to anger and then switched to disbelief. She resisted the urge to chuckle at her situation, it was simply and completely unbelievable.

By no means was Nico Robin quick to anger or work up about things, but this toilet problem was happening for a while now, day after day, and the frustration was building up. With all the troubles and adventures behind her, encounters with death, loneliness and pain, she had to worry about this ridiculous thing now. It almost seemed like an insult to her resume.

Another push, somewhat weaker than the first, ecstatic one … nothing. She clenched her bottom and her anus closed, sliding her excrement back in. Another push opened her up again, but it now seemed that it ventured out even less than the last time. Her elbows rested on her knees and she was bitterly eyeing her surroundings. She looked like someone who was taking a break from a morning jog on a bench in a park somewhere. Only her wardrobe was around her ankles and she was sitting on a toilet bowl, not a park bench.

She could definitely feel that her anus was open, something was definitely peeking through. It was a horrible feeling, she was fighting the urge to clench her butt again, out of fear that it would only make the obnoxious turd retreat further back into her colon, and yet she could do nothing about pushing it completely out, all the time feeling it press against the walls of her opening.

A brief pause, and another push ensued. Nothing but a slight feeling of pain and more discomfort.

She sat up and looked down over her trimmed bush into the water of the bowl. She contemplated something but quickly shook her head with disgust. Should she look? It was certainly not a pleasant thing to behold. What good would it do anyway? It seemed like the only remaining choice was to clench up and close her rear, leaving this for another time. 'And then what, when this another time comes', she asked herself with a dose of agitation. Nothing will be different, things may only get worse with time.

Looking down between her legs, she could feel the unpleasant smell coming from below. Definitely it was out, at least partially, seeing how it was producing smell. Annoyed, frustrated and fighting the urge to clench her anal muscle, Robin suddenly pushed back all thoughts and simply summoned an eye at the corner of the bowl wall, just a bit left and above the water.

TAGS:

EFRO, Voy, WS, mild scat, NoSex, Humil (mild)
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