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Chapter 3: Catalyst

Dear… Journal…

Hancock laid across her velvet blanketed bed in the her private quarters, scribbling furiously in the green and gold book she always used to pour out her inner most feelings. Contained within were elegant poems she had written for Luffy, rants on how much she missed Luffy, her favorite things about Luffy, some crudely drawn pictures of the two of them in various cross-sections of life (their wedding, walking down the beach together, playing with a mini Luffy, etc.), a detailed time-line of everything that had happened between them from the time they met to the time he left, a lock of his hair she had taken when he wasn't looking, a string from his vest…

She looked down at the gravy stain on her dress and made a mental note to cut a piece of it to put in later. She shook her head and went back to scribbling, angry concentration taking over.

That man…I cannot begin to understand how Luffy can stand having him in his crew, let alone be his first mate. In the half a day I've spent with him and the rest of these crass louts, he's shown himself to be lacking in reliability, any kind of grace, manners, or class usually basic and instinctive to the LOWEST of the low when interacting with someone like me. His arrogance is beyond that of any man I've ever had to speak with. And what's more, he's HIDEOUSLY ugly. I am thankful that he only has one eye to look at me with.

She flipped her hair off the shoulder of her writing arm and smiled, amused.

I suppose having him on board would be beneficial. Having a beast like him within reach would keep even the most impertinent of pigs away with a single look.

The snake princess laughed heartily to herself and rolled around on the bed, kicking her heeled feet in the air like a child. After a few moments, she went back to her original task.

Why Luffy is the Best Man On Earth: Reason #285 Part 1…

Meanwhile, on deck, Zoro sneezed.

And not one fuck was given.

It was a lot different than when she was touching herself, THAT was for damn sure.

After spending a considerable amount of time staring at Margaret's spread womanhood, Luffy had finally decided to move onto hesitantly poking it with varied levels of force, as opposed to his earlier monotonous fashion. Brilliant.

She could barely react to this, let alone feel compelled to gratify him with the assurance that he was doing ok. She was trying her best to give a look that told him to get on with it. He wasn't paying attention to her facials, apparently. Her internal desire meter was slipping back to ground zero at an increasingly rapid rate, index fingers tapping the floor boards on either side of her naked body in frustration. Luffy noticed and visibly shrunk at her disapproval. He poked her vulva once more, as if it might make her stop glaring at him. She didn't and he sighed, frustrated.

"…I don't know what you want me to do."

"I told you to touch me more," she groaned, still surprised at her own boldness.

"I am, aren't I?" He went to poke her again and she swatted his hand away with her foot. He stuck out his tongue, prompting her to shake her head at his stupidity.

"It just doesn't feel the same."

"Doesn't feel the same?"

"Yeah, like, when I do it myself it feels more…I don't know. It's hard to describe." Luffy watched her sit up so she was face to face with him now. He set his head in his hands and leaned forward.

"You keep saying things like, 'when I do it myself'. I don't get it. I was just curious about what it felt like, but you keep saying it feels good and stuff. You're not making sense." He tapped at his hat with one hand for emphasis. She rolled her eyes and happened to look down. She blinked.

"Isn't your thing bigger than it was before?" Luffy acknowledged what she was talking about with a shrug.

"I don't know. I started getting this weird feeling and it started doing that. It'll probably go away soon." He frowned at 'it' disapprovingly. "It aches when it does this. I just wait for it to go away." They both continued to stare at it, as if that would make it deflate faster. Margaret looked back up at him.

"Do you do it too?"

"Hm?"

"Touch it."

Luffy laughed. "Well, yeah, I have to hold it when I pee." His condescending tone annoyed Margaret, but her frown stemmed from not receiving the information she desired.

"That's it? You never…you know…rub it?"

The Amazon's question received a blank stare and a confused blink. "Why would I do that?"

Margaret was becoming increasingly frustrated with Luffy's answers. Apparently he was more clueless than she'd first suspected. The more she thought about it, the more insecure she got.

Maybe it doesn't feel good for men?

"So you've never felt really good…down there? It just hurts?"

Luffy tugged on his own ear distractedly. "It only hurts if I fall on something or I get kicked. Feeling good though…I guess I never thought about it?"

He moved onto tugging the sides of his hat so they mimicked a bird's wings flapping. In the distance they both heard the distinct buzz of the dryer. He grinned and started to get up. Margaret stopped him by grabbing his wrist. Luffy quirked an eyebrow at her.

"I'm just gonna get my clothes. I'll be right back."

"No."

Her low tone sent a chill down his spine and he attempted to gently pull his hand free. It didn't budge. From beneath her bangs, those scary, predatory eyes looked up at him and he flinched.

"M-Margaret…"

"There's still things I don't know. Your clothes will have to wait."

Nami had finished checking out the ship a while ago, inventory already taken on some of its more valuable furnishings. Her brain had long been trained to automatically calculate the cost of anything of worth, quickly giving her an accurate idea of what would be a fair sum to charge for the "dirt" she had on Zoro and the snake princess. And she didn't want to have to break poor Luffy's fragile heart.

The Amazons weren't especially rich, but being supported through piracy was also taken into account. And Nami was also a pirate, right? 500 million beri was nothing for one of the seven war lords to fork over. Luffy's bounty would be past that in no time. Hell, it probably already was if the marines had gotten around to taking the Straw Hat crew's latest shenanigans into account.

I wonder if Zoro will actually take the deal, though.

It was no skin off Nami's back, whatever he did. She preferred to keep Mr. Brawn-And-No-Brains in a constant state of anxiety over the monstrous debt he owed her, but she wasn't going to refuse money on the spot at the cost of a few million slow coming bits of interest. And it might even be worth it to watch him suffer at the hands of another woman. She chuckled to herself and settled further into her arm chair beside Robin.

Listen to me. I sound like the wife that couldn't care less if her husband has an affair.

She laughed out loud this time, mostly from the thought of Zoro's bad luck with women, and a little from the weird look she was now getting from her dark haired companion. Robin had been trying to concentrate on her book, but Nami's internal conversations with herself always amused her. The blue eyed archaeologist struggled to keep herself from laughing at the ridiculous faces the navigator was making.

I know, I know. I'll make Zoro a card to show him I really do care. I can write 'thanks for all the business' in it.

Nami finally couldn't contain herself any longer and let herself roll off the chair, laughter making her sides hurt. From the other side of the deck, Brook momentarily withdrew from the in-depth conversation he was having with some of the Kuja crew about how they didn't wear panties on Amazon Lily.

Nami-san's jeans are very snug fitting. I wonder what kind of panties-

The perverted skeleton was knocked out of his lacy daydreams by Sanji's serving tray, apparently advancing beyond its intended use and doubling as a weapon to slay rival perverts. The blonde stalked over to where the tray had landed and dusted it off, pausing in his replacement of it on his arm to light a new cigarette.

"Keep your lecherous gaze off of Nami-san's beautiful posterior, afro skeleton."

Brook's group watched him walk towards the two female members of his crew, blocking out their figures with his make shift shield. Brook gazed upside down at Sanji's retreating back from his place on the floor boards.

"But, Sanji-san, unfortunately I have no eyes to gaze-"

The skeleton received a lightning fast kick and was sent flying up to the crows nest. He lofted softly over the side, initial velocity giving out as he reached it, and made polite conversation with the Kuja girl already posted there. Sanji glowered at the punishment's failure and went back to walking to Nami and Robin.

He could see their beautiful silhouettes in the distorted reflection and struggled to keep his composure. He was most definitely not ready to gaze upon their perfection directly. He was only grateful Nami-san and Robin-chan hadn't witnessed his disgraceful performance when interacting with Keimi-chan's friends. Though he was still a little fuzzy on the details of what happened…

He shook his head vigorously.

Focus, dammit. The sooner we tackle interactions through this shitty device, the sooner we can go back to normal.

Sanji gathered himself and skipped the rest of the way to them, his voice dripping with adoration and every ounce of the love he felt for women and their breasts…er…feminine qualities.

"NAAAAAAMI-SWAAAAN~! ROOOOBIN-CHWAAAAAAAAN~! WHAT DO YOU MADAMOISELLES WANT ME, YOUR ETERNAL SLAVE OF LOVE, TO MAKE FOR A SNACK THIS FINE AFTERNOON?"

How did it even turn out like this…

Margaret had become scary. Luffy was already backed into a corner of the room, the lockers to his immediate right and one of the bunk beds blocking his escape to the left. He tried to think of a way out of Margaret's obsessed clutches, but it wasn't like this was a dire situation…not yet.

Luffy, being pretty low on the sharp crayon scale, was prone to thinking in basic terms. Which usually meant the thing that made the most sense in these kinds of situations was 'run like hell'. He turned slightly from his escape plan to look at Margaret. She was just…sitting there. She had crawled after him when he'd made the move to get away from her, but now that he was completely blocked off she had also stopped. Her distance was respectable, far enough to feign innocence, and close enough that he could smell danger. And she still had those eyes. Those dangerous eyes stared right back at him and he swallowed the bit of saliva that was collecting in his throat.

"I never got to touch it," She growled out. "You already touched mine. It's my turn."

"Well, that's true, but I thought this was just until my clothes were done."

"No. I'm going to touch it now." Luffy's eyes widened as she closed in on him and his unsuspecting penis.

What is this fierce determination?

He didn't say anything, but started to feel some insecurity in what they were doing as she stretched out her hand. In all honesty, he was a little amused by her fascination with stuff like this. He had also been curious, but, it was nothing compared to her. The look on her face, the obvious anticipation she was feeling…

Luffy looked at the position he was in and frowned a little. Completely vulnerable.

So this…is how she felt…and yet she trusted me enough to go through with it.

She stopped her advance and frowned when she noticed how hard he appeared to be thinking. "What?"

"Well…" Luffy looked up at the ceiling, as if he would find what he was trying to say etched in the wood. He let out a sigh, grinned suddenly and pointed down at his manhood. "You're kinda scary right now, Margaret, but…I trust you!"

Margaret stared at him, her eyes softening a bit. He had already given her permission, but, maybe he was still a little unsure of how he felt about this. Luffy always seemed willing to try anything. Had she gone too far after all? "Luffy…"

The pirate captain laughed awkwardly and lifted his hat a little to scratch at his head.

"To be honest, I wasn't thinking about your feelings earlier. I just decided, mostly on my own, to do this outta the blue, right?" He swept a piece of hair out of his face and let his long legs spread over the floor. "As a man, I should consider your feelings. I shouldn't just touch you wherever." He placed his hands on his knees and bowed slightly. "Gomen. Please touch me."

Margaret sweat dropped.

This…this idiot. I doubt he actually knows the meaning of what he's saying…'as a man'.

She nodded and scooted closer, her blonde hair swaying over her shoulders.

Well, here goes...

The first poke went nearly undetected. They looked at each other.

"How…how did that feel?"

"Hm. It just felt like a poke, I guess."

Margaret bit her lip. For some reason, this reaction was frustrating. Had she not just experienced this same mundane conversation with him when it had been her turn? This whole escapade was turning out to be one big disappointment, definitely not the way she'd thought it would be. What were they doing wrong? She eyed his family jewels and glowered pointedly. Did men really feel nothing down there? Why did she care? Was it really necessary to do these things? Maybe not, but it was important to her, dammit.

I…I want Luffy to feel good...

She wanted to feel good, but she also wanted Luffy to feel good things. And…while she thought about it…why did she feel such a strong obligation to make him feel like that? Was that weird? To want someone to feel good…down there? So many things to think about...

I have to at least try or I'm going to go insane.

Without any particular warning, Margaret started stroking his member. She started slow, only using her thumb, moving in an up and down pattern across the length. The skin under her thumb was warm and velvety feeling. Like baby's skin. Luffy was initially confused by her sudden actions, but remained silent. It took a minute, but he slowly started to feel…

Margaret tentatively looked up at Luffy's face. There was a slight flush creeping across his cheeks. He had his eyes closed and his breathing was still fairly calm. Her thumb moved in its pre-determined pattern, getting a little more lofty as 'it' grew in her hand. She smiled slightly.

I think he likes it…

"M-Margaret…" he breathed. He opened his eyes and stared at her hand. Those weird feelings from before came back, trying to remind him of something he was supposed to already know about. All she was doing was rubbing it, which was what she had been talking about before. And yet, it felt…

It feels really nice.

With every movement her hand made, he grew increasingly harder. There was a distinct aching feeling now, like it was irritated. He groaned softly, testament to his discomfort. Margaret watched its transformation with fascinated eyes. Men really were mysterious beings.

Luffy should feel these things too.

"Margaret…I think you'd better stop."

His voice came out low and his eyes were a little hazy. He moved a hand to his face and pushed dark hair from his forehead, revealing furrowed, confused eyebrows. "I feel weird. Like…I feel like I have to pee."

He was serious, but Margaret almost burst out laughing. She couldn't help herself and threw her arms around him in a congratulatory hug. Her belly came to rest against his hardened dick and it was all he could do to keep some weird sound from escaping his mouth. "M-Margaret…what are you…"

"You're so funny," she giggled matter-of-factly. "That's the first step! You probably never thought about touching yourself, but this proves there's still hope for you! It didn't make sense that only I could feel things. I always feel like I have to pee too, so this is normal!"

She scooted back and placed her hands on his shoulders, his look similar to that of a deer in headlights.

"I'm going to make you feel better than you ever have in your entire life, Monkey D. Luffy." She gave him a thumbs up and scooted back to her original spot, preparing for another round. He blinked, still thoroughly confused.

I don't get it.

Robin sipped her fruity drink through the provided loopy straw. The fact that she still managed to look mature consuming something so ridiculous was just more proof of her unparalleled, mysterious beauty.

Franky sighed in adoration as he leaned against the railing, only half listening to the Kuja ship-wrights go through the lists of procedures it took to care for the Yuda. It wasn't that he was any less interested than he was before, he just liked to stare at Nico Robin. His plan to make her jealous by hanging out with tons of hot chicks wasn't really working. He sighed again, not at all content with how things were playing out.

She probably just doesn't like me much. I've tried everything a girl would think was attractive. Yelling, posing, building stuff…

"NAAAAAAAAMI-SWAAAAAAAAAN~! ROBIIIIIIIIIIIN-CHWAAAAAAAAAN~!"

Sanji's distinct voice cut through the air, making everyone nearby look at him with assorted looks of annoyance, amusement and pity. He had figured out early on that the best way to use his new contraption was to stare at the floor, thereby avoiding accidental run-ins with cleavage.

He held the tray in front of him, carrying Nami and Robin's cake on top of it. In his classic Sanji fashion, he had already made a cake in bulk so that every Kuja lady could taste his cooking. It had taken some persuasion, but the regular cook had eventually been charmed into letting him use their kitchen. She had even offered to help. To portray his undying loyalty to the women he regularly journeyed with though, he delivered the delicacy himself. He pranced down the stairs to them, a little less gracefully than usual, and set the plates down.

"A scrumptious apricot delicacy for you, my goddesses."

Nami smiled appreciatively, but it was lost on Sanji who was now leaning away, the floor boards being the only thing he allowed himself to see.

"Thank you, Sanji-kun."

Robin nodded and took a bite. "Delicious as always, Cook-san."

Sanji hugged the empty tray to his chest dramatically.

"HAAAAAAAPPINEEEEEEEEESS~!" He twirled back towards the upper deck.

"Oh! Sanji-kun! I have a favor to ask," Nami called out. Sanji was immediately at her side again, staring into the trays reflection and smoothing out his own mussed up hair. "Hai, Nami-san. You have but to ask and I shall travel into the depths of hell itself to carry out your request."

Nami waved a passive hand. "Yes, yes that's nice, but I really just want you to find Luffy for me. I have some things I need to ask him and we're supposed to be at the isla-"

"LAND HOOOOO~," came Brook's call from the crows nest. The Kuja girl up there with him high-fived him animatedly and started barking orders to the rest of the crew. Nami jutted her thumb up at the look out and smiled, pleased with her timing. "What Brook said."

Robin turned toward the direction the look out was pointing and her eyes glistened. Though they were still fairly far off, the outline of an island was definitely visible. New culture to explore…she could barely contain herself. She showed it by sticking her nose back in her hard cover.

Sanji bowed away from his red headed queen. "As you wish, Nami-san. I will find our shitty captain and bring him here swiftly."

He caught sight of her smile in the tray and gripped his heart in joy as he frolicked through an imaginary flower field back to the kitchen. Nami shook her head and went back to sun bathing.

I haven't seen that idiot for a couple hours now…that usually means he's doing something he probably shouldn't be.

What…the hell is this...

From a certain stand point, 'torturous' would've probably been the best word to describe Luffy's experiences. Margaret ghosted her fingers along his aching shaft, experimenting in her own rite; making things that much harder for the guy on the receiving end. An internal battle with his brain and numerous other organs raged, everything hacking at his nerves for dominance. For a while, the seemingly best thing to do was to remain frozen as she touched him.

But then that became difficult.

"Maaargareeeet~ it feels weeeeeird~"

"Margaret I have to peee~"

"Margaret I-"

His protests were met with a glare, communicating that he would shut up and take whatever she gave him.

It felt good, but it didn't really register that he should be enjoying himself until she touched that spot. He fidgeted a little after the moment had passed, hoping he might feel that same pleasure again. And then it happened again…and again…and…oh, god…again…

"H-hey…" he warbled, taken aback by the voice that came out of his throat.

Margaret looked up, expecting more bitching. "I'm not stopping. So forget it."

"That's not it."

She quirked an eyebrow. "Then what?"

"Can you…rub it harder?"

He could feel himself shaking, and for some reason he felt like his brain was shutting off. All that mattered was how he felt where she touched. Every ounce of conscious retreated to his dick, enhancing every graze, every single nerve that came in contact with her foreign fingers. She smiled softly and traced a circle on his inner thigh.

"Yeah."

Chopper sat on the railing next to Usopp, his perturbed eyes staring at the island straight ahead of them. Usopp let out a heavy sigh and rested his chin on the railing. They had just finished a long, drawn out talk about Usopp's new self discovery. Hancock's earlier comment had him questioning his own sexual preferences, and he had finally been able to confess the underlying reasons for his strange behavior. That he could, in fact, be sexually attracted to Luffy. And other men, given the thought.

"Usopp…is all that stuff you just said really true?"

The sniper nodded. "Yeah. I think it's been a long time comin'. These feelings have always been buried deep inside me; been too afraid to admit what might be true."

Chopper blinked and stared at his hooves. "Well, I really don't know what to say. I've studied all kinds of things like human psychology, but I'm not really a psychologist of any sorts. What do you want to do about this?"

"Well, I guess it's not a big deal if you look at it from a general perspective. I still like girls, I just…like guys too. I don't want to be, but…" Chopper heard Usopp's voice break a little. "I'm ashamed. I don't want any of them to find out. Luffy or anyone. They'll think I'm weird." He looked at Chopper out of the corner of his eye. "Do…do you think I'm weird?"

Tears came to Chopper's eyes. "Usopp, you'll always be my hero and my best friend," he whimpered. Usopp let the tears slide down his face.

"CHOPPEEEEEER~!"

"USOOOOOOOOPP~!"

They embraced dramatically, bawling into each others arms. Sanji stood off to the side and scoffed.

"Tch. What are you shit heads being all disgusting for. Get ready. We're getting set to land." Usopp and Chopper watched him walk away, still wrapped in their embrace of friendship. They stuck their tongues out at his back.

Dammit. Where is that shitty rubber man…

He liked the way her hands felt. Undeniably feminine, but also calloused from long hours of archery practice. And they were strong. Long and pretty, but strong. They didn't let up with the massaging once he made it clear that he would let her do what she wanted. Starting at the base of his cock and ending at the tip, she had managed to squeeze out some pre-cum. She tilted her head curiously, examining the substance.

"You leak too, Luffy."

"Mm. I suppose so…"

He didn't want to talk. His voice wasn't even recognizable anymore. Strange sounds threatened to come out if he opened his mouth, so he'd resorted to gripping his hat like his life depended on it. With the added element of something slippery accompanying her strokes now, he felt that much closer to insanity. It felt incredible.

Margaret noticed his strained face and she sighed understandingly.

"Hey, Luffy."

His eyelids fluttered open. "W-what…"

"It feels good, right?"

Good. That didn't even begin to describe it. Was she aware of just how bothered this was making him? Her touches just kept building up, making it harder for him to endure. He watched her hands, smooth and creamy travel slowly, slowly over his shaft. Pumping, pumping, until…

He pushed the hat over his face as she rubbed the tip and hissed through his teeth, trying to muffle the sound. Margaret wasn't fooled.

"You can make noise, you know. Nobody would be able to hear."

He blinked under the hat. It wasn't really a matter of anyone being able to hear, this was just a very, very new experience. Monkey D. Luffy was not one to bypass new experiences. So keeping that in mind, he curled into her palm and reminded himself that they were the only two in the room.

He grunted when she hit a particularly sensitive nerve, tongue lazing over his bottom teeth when he decided to let out a long deserved moan at her request and his body's insistence. One of her hands came to rest on his chest and she leaned into his ear, threatening to make him go right over the edge.

"I want more of them. Your noises," she crooned sexily, though she would never know that. Long lashes tickled his cheek and her chilling voice stopped his heart. "Tell me what feels good."

Poor guy never even had a chance.

"Oh…Oh, God, that's it. Yes," he moaned emphatically into the hat, brain shutting off and a satisfying arc of semen spraying from his dick. The first orgasm hit hard, leaving him blind and knocking the air out of his lungs. Three equally strong volley's followed, and then a pause before he arched into the second, even stronger climax.

Margaret hadn't been ready for it and was still leaned into him when she felt warm liquid shoot onto her torso. Scared that she had hurt him and a little confused as to what might be an appropriate course of action, she tried to climb off. He was too busy screaming in ecstasy to care about what it looked like to her. She ended up sliding down his chest, his release spraying onto her breasts. She blinked in surprise, watching the last of the creamy substance dribble out.

Her head lifted slowly, examining the sad state Luffy was in. He had completely slid down the wall and was sprawled on the floor, chest heaving exhaustedly. Dark hair clung to his sweaty face. His sunken, hazy eyes stared at nothing in particular. She took a moment to study the stuff that was all over her. The finger she touched it with came away sticky. She smiled a little.

"Well, it's not pee."

Luffy looked at her tiredly. "Was…was that it? Was that how it was supposed to happen?"

Margaret shrugged and rubbed the 'stuff' between her fingers. "This kinda reminds me of the stuff I have. It's sticky."

Luffy blinked at her semen covered body and frowned.

"S-sorry about that…I…I couldn't…I couldn't hold it in anymore," he finished sheepishly, still kind of confused with what had just happened. Margaret laughed.

"You don't need to be sorry. I wasn't really sure what would happen. If your experience was the same as mine, you wouldn't have been able to keep it in." She stared at herself and frowned slightly. "There sure is a lot though. That's probably what you get for not doing it yourself."

Luffy sighed contentedly and pushed himself up to a sitting position. "What you were doing…that…it felt so good. I felt like…" He sighed again, letting his eyes fall on Margaret's kneeling, cum covered figure. She patiently waited for him to finish his thought.

"…You felt like…what?"

All of a sudden, how he had felt didn't really matter. He watched her wipe a bit of substance off her breast. It travelled up to her face, and lost in her own curiosity, she let her tongue slip out to lick some. She grimaced and turned to look into his thoroughly fascinated eyes.

"It's bitter."

He swallowed. That feeling again. That distant, but all too familiar instinct to do something. It was killing him. He just couldn't grasp it completely. The one thing he could figure out though…

I wanna do it again. I really, really want to.
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