Hot Bargain

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            “Wah~  It’s so hot~”

            Just because they had escaped the Alabasta kingdom didn’t mean they had escaped the Alabasta sun.  It blazed and scorched the winds so that there was no reprieve.  Each of the now-seven crewmates of the Straw Hat pirates dealt with the heat in their own way; either by fanning themselves, keeping busy on mechanics, sleeping, cooking.  Luffy chose the path of lying out in the sun on the goat head of the Merry Go and complaining about the sun cooking him.

            “It’s too hot~” he droned on and on with his tongue hanging far out of his mouth like a dog’s.  His head shifted only slightly, turning towards Nami lounging under an umbrella, enjoying a smoothie that Sanji had made just for her and their newest companion.  “Nami~ do something about this heat~”

            “And what am I supposed to do about it?” she griped, miffed herself about the outstanding temperatures.  She chose to walk around in one of her scandalous outfits that hoisted her plump breasts and offered just the merest concealment of her nipples.  But sweat still gleamed on her curvaceous form, gliding down the erotic curve from her ribs to her broad hips.  Sanji envied those droplets, gnawing on a handkerchief and pining how he’d love to ride the plunging slopes of her body!

            “You’re our navigator~” Luffy continued.

            Nami, broken from her equilibrium of peace and frustration, snapped at him, “What does being a navigator have to do with cooling you down?!”

            “…”  For just a moment, it seemed like she bested their idiot Captain.  That was only a moment though.  “Take us on a route where it’s snowing~”

            Nami slammed both hands down on the table, snarling.  He was making everything worse!  Some would say that his talent was fighting!  Some were idiots!  Luffy’s talent was nothing more than getting on people’s nerves!  And at the worse times!

            “This is the Grand Line,” she roared at him, standing up and almost toppling her smoothie.  “There aren’t many venues we can take, and I doubt any of them have any snow…”

            “I was just about to take the bath.”

            Nami cut off, and Luffy lifted his head.  The bronzed woman they had picked up – or rather, had been a stowaway – from Crocodile’s employ stood near Nami’s nook of peace.  Despite the heat, she looked immaculate and glamorous; no sweat or grime to clean off.  And unlike Nami, she possessed a certain dignity in her choice of clothing, dressing like… a mom.  Button-down collared blouse with sleeves rolled halfway, black slacks and loafers.  “I want her to scold me~♥” Sanji had swooned when he saw her earlier.

            “You’re more than welcome to join me, Captain-san.”

            “Eh?!”  The exclamation came from all those on deck – with the exception of Chopper (who didn’t understand the impropriety) and Zoro (who was asleep).  And with ears like a rodent, Sanji heard such blasphemy from all the way in the kitchen.

            “Luffy!  How could you?!”  The butcher blade in his hand would not be used to harm.  It would be used to cut tough meat that would be served with his heart and a dash of broken dreams!  But before he could wield the blade, the crushing weight of Nami-swan’s heaving almost-naked breasts and Robin-chwan’s milf look brought him to his knees.  “D-dammit all.”  He could not confront them.  Nami-san, he mused wistfully as he went down, I leave it to you… to talk sense to Robin-chan.

            Thud…

            He was removed from commission.

            The cook’s brief intermission notwithstanding, Nami looked at Robin desperately.  “You-you can’t be serious, Robin.  Taking a bath, with him…?”  She looked to the rubber Captain, his head lifted on a two-foot long neck.

            And Luffy stuck his tongue out, this time in disdain.  “Baths are boring,” he complained.  They were only fun if they were unnecessary and there was a huge group to play games with.

            And rather than try to convince him otherwise, Robin just smiled that pleasing smile and stretched out her hand in offering.  “Maybe they are.  But we can make it fun.”

            Luffy looked skeptically at her.

            “After all, it’d be a good way to BEAT THE HEAT.”

            On a waver in the horizon, copy-chan gives a thumbs-up before a Knock-Up Stream blasts him to infinity and beyond.

            Luffy stared for a while, sucking tightly on his lips.  Well, it wasn’t any good for him to not take the word of their newest member.  “Hmm, alright.”

            Usopp flopped over, though he should have expected the unexpected from Luffy in the first place.

            As the two Devil Fruit users clasped hands, Nami was wholly against the idea!  For both of their sakes!  For Robin, it could be about preserving dignity!  Luffy was wild and might act so inappropriately that she might elect to leave the next time they made port.  On the other hand, Luffy was – up until two days ago – Robin’s enemy, and she had outwardly admitted that assassination was her specialty.  What better way to exact an assassination than luring the target into a bath?  She could still be working with Crocodile!

            There was nothing for it.  Robin and Luffy’s minds were made up.  They would take a bath to cool down.

            “Wait!”

            And Nami resolved to make sure neither of them did anything foolish.

            “I’ll go with you.”

            Not like Luffy was a pervert.  Not on Sanji-kun’s level, and Happiness Punch would demolish all in its path, regardless of lewd desires.

            She pressed her forefinger against the Captain’s elastic cheek and said, “Just don’t forget to pay up afterwards.”

            Luffy just rolled his eyes, stubbornly shoved a pinky in his right nostril, and muttered that he wasn’t forcing her to come.  “You don’t like having any fun,” he griped.

            “Hey!”  Nami was fuming, but before she could start yanking at his face and eyelids and reprimand him for acting so nonchalant about going to a bath with TWO gorgeous women, another’s hand grabbed her shoulder and her attention.  Turning, she came face to face with Usopp, who had on a look of desperate concern.  “Nami,” he whispered in a hushed but urgent voice, leaning in and capping his mouth with a hand as if Robin would try to read his lips… when he was clearly audible even at a whisper from three feet away, “are you sure about this, going alone with her?”

            Nami’s face began to spread in a great big smile.  “Usopp,” she said with some reverence and new respect for him.  She knew there was common sense on this ship!  And cowards had to stay together and watch each other’s backs!  Usopp would cast the vote to deny this bath ad prevent this Nico Robin from getting their gullibly defenseless Captain alone.

            “If you want,” Usopp said, and then two obvious ovals of pink perverseness appeared under his round eyes, “I can join you and keep an eye on them.”  An eye on Robin and Luffy, or an eye on other things?

            She clobbered him with a tight fist, throwing him down hard on the deck, punching a hole in the wood with his long nose.  Feh!  She’d forgotten: Sanji-kun was bad, but all men were stupid perverts.  Luffy just so happened prioritize food over females.  In a stiff, irate posture, she grabbed Luffy by the cheek – in that she reached her fingers into his guffawing mouth and grabbed his whole cheek – and simply said, “Let’s get this over with.”

            Having Luffy stolen from him as he whined and complained and struggled to match Nami’s pace while his head dragged at waist-level, Robin smiled regardless and mused to herself, “How fun.”

ccc Moments later, in the cramped bathroom ccc

            It wasn’t fun at all.  Not with Nami complaining and slapping and nagging about every little thing he did.  “Towels!” was her first, ardent rule, making sure there were no free Happiness Punches going on; she’d never hear the end of it from Sanji-kun.  Second rule?  “No touching,” she snapped, smacking on his hand when it had just idly drifted near her.  Third rule – which then became first rule – was the cost of all missteps after the initial price of ten-thousand berries for her joining in this farce.  And it was no laughing matter, even if Luffy was cracking up and smacking his knee.  “You sure are funny sometimes, Nami!”  And then out came the pen and parchment and the broad receipt waiting for his signature.  And so that it would always be at the top of his mind, she put it on the inside of the door.

            “There!” she said like she had framed it, smiling at all the costs that could be procured from him.  She could not levy the same taxes on Robin, for though she was a bit suspicious, Nami wouldn’t forget that heft satchel of Crocodile’s gold now hidden in Nami’s hoard.  “Now then!  Let’s cool down!”

            But when she turned around, she saw Luffy pressed back into the wall furthest from her, flattening himself as much as he could, which was pretty effective when you’re made out of rubber.  And when asked what was wrong, he snapped at her, “No way am I breaking any of the rules!  I need that money for meat!  Sanji buys too much vegetables when we should just be buying more meat!”

            “Stupid!  Vegetables and fruits are essential on a boat!  How do you expect to combat scurvy?!”

            “With more meat!”

            Fed up with his stupidity, Nami smacked him, and then claimed that that was a touching violation and put the first mark against his allowance.  “What?!  That’s not fair!”

            “Oh?”  Nami cast a grim-looking grimace over her shoulder, cocking her head in that malevolent way.  “Are you breaking the ‘Do what I say’ rule?”  That was a costly five-hundred berry penalty.  And even though he never signed a contract, even though he was Captain, he did as he was bidden.

            Robin stayed out of the squabble, for it was hardly any right of hers to interject when she had just joined the crew of the Straw Hats.  However, now that introductions seemed settled, maybe they could get down to some relaxing and cooling off.  Personally, she would have found it pleasant to invite the plushiest and shortest member of the crew in here; he looked so cute, though she didn’t say it out loud and kept it to herself.  But the Captain was a fun sort.

            “Here,” she said, drawing Luffy’s hand – though he initially pulled away to say that it was a violation, until Nami said it was fine if they did voluntary touching – and pulling him to sit down on the single stool to wash off and scrub down on.  He sat in a bored hunch, leaning over his legs and jutting his bottom jaw like a neanderthal.  But that didn’t dissuade Robin’s pleasantness.  Already, she was preparing a loofa – her own personal effects – with soap when she asked, “Would you like me to scrub your back, Captain-san?”

            “Hmmmm, I guess,” Luffy said with an idly shrug.  This was not fun.  Baths that were small weren’t fun at all.  And actually washing was the worst part of it!  Even though other men would start to tingle and would feel humbled to have their back washed by such a bountiful beauty.  Robin had undressed too easily, starting with the buttons of her pink blouse – which was already showing too much cleavage because of the stifling heat and that her bust was a bit too big – until Nami leaped in front of her with her arms crossed in a big X.  “No peeping!  And stop undressing in mixed company!”  She gave Luffy a powerful right, sending his head back like a paddleball before bouncing back.  It didn’t hurt like the usual wallops she gave him – punches from the heart punished friends even made of rubber – but he got the message, rolled his eyes, and talked out of puffed-out lips that this was getting worse and worse by the second.

            Sanji would fillet him for speaking such blasphemy.  Robin, heedless of Nami’s concerns, didn’t stop undoing her blouse and taking it off, revealing a strapless bra that hardly held her breasts together without the added support of the top.  The clasp came undone, and brilliant brown boobs bounced brazenly before bewitched beauty.  Nami was caught ogling as the twin mounds settled, Robin’s hands cupping and easing the marks left by the tight bra; after all, she had to borrow from the navigator, and Nami was not so buxom as her.

            But when she glanced over to the orange-haired woman, Robin made that wry smile of hers.  “Would you like assistance?”

            “Huh?  Hey!”  Nami’s hands snapped down, grabbing her tank top before the hands – which had sprouted from her sides – could roll them up any further over her breasts.  “I can do that myself!”  But with one hand still clutching at her shirt, not trusting the hands that had yet to disperse, she grabbed and hurled a towel at the archeologist.  “Here, put this on!  Luffy can see you!”

            Robin accepted the towel, but was immodest about it, letting it drape against her while her brown nipples still stuck out prominently.  She then addressed the Captain’s focus, again smiling, “I think he’d preoccupied.”

            Nami turned to see what she meant, and then glowered.  Hands – like the ones coming from her sides, now idling in loose fists at her waist – were all around Luffy, tickling him and pulling at his clothes, and he was laughing like an idiot!  What kind of defense would he have had against this trained assassin if Nami wasn’t there?!

            “Really,” scoffed Nami, cocking her head to one side and placing a hand on her pumped-out hip.  “Can’t he think at all…?”  She made a questioning noise when she felt something crawling up her arm; Robin’s Flower-Flower hand, walking on two fingers along her skin after being displaced from her hip.  Squealing, Nami swung her arm out as if batting away a bug.  “Take them off!  Put them away!  That’s so creepy!!”

            Now they were undressed, and that creepy assassin archeologist had a perfect shot at Luffy’s back.  Nami watched carefully.  Though as an experienced burglar/treasure hunter, she had watched every bit of Nico Robin when she disrobed and saw not a single hint of any hidden weapons – though Robin had briefly stopped to jibe her unnatural interest in her unclothes body, which made Nami flustered.  Still, though, even for a rubber man, could a trained assassin be able to kill him regardless?

            More hands sprouted from Robin’s elbow, effectively making greater swaths of soap against Luffy’s back.

            If she wasn’t such a scary woman, Nami could almost be convinced that Robin’s powers were fairly harmless.

            “How is that, Captain?” asked Robin, rubbing along Luffy’s shoulders, arms, and sides simultaneously.

            “Hmm,” droned the Captain.  “It’s fine.”

            Robin could hear the not-so-subtle dissatisfaction in his tone.  “Oh?  Is there anything wrong?”

            “Baths are boring,” he said bluntly, and then turned his head partly to her, made a sour face, and then pinched his nose.  “But you stink pretty bad.”

            WAP!!  Scary woman or not, Nami lunged to reprimand Luffy’s tactlessness.  “Luffy!  What are you doing talking to a woman that way?!”

            “What?  It’s true,” Luffy doubled up on his proclamation as a big swelling grew where Nami had thwapped him.

            “Is that so,” mused Robin with no offense, keeping her cheery demeanor as well as the task of her six hands.  “Why do you say that?”

            With Nami yanking again and again at his nose, trying to punish him but only making his voice nasally, he looked back at her and explained, “You smell like that drink Nami sprayed on in Alabasta.”

            Nami’s assault slowed somewhat.  A drink?  She didn’t spray any drink on herself.  What she had sprayed on herself was… perfume.  Her attack was reinvigorated, and she started pulling on his ear too!  “That was perfume, you dunce!”

            “Well, whatever it was, it tasted awful.”  Even with his distorted head, he made a disgusted face, his tongue protruding and his eyes squinting.  “And you smell like that.  So you don’t smell good at all.”  It figured his rationalization would be based on the tolerance of his stomach.

            “Hehe.  I see.  Well, I won’t wear that perfume anymore if you don’t like it.”

            Luffy just made a huff, acting like it didn’t matter to him either way, though it was clear he approved of the perfume’s banishment.

            But the issue was not so settled for Nami, who had been the purveyor of that perfume.  “Are you saying that I stank all throughout Alabasta?!”

            “You were sweating a lot.”

            “We all were!”  Thunk-thunk-thunk!!  Three heavy hits to his noggin, but she wished that his tolerance wasn’t so great.  She really wanted him to hurt!

            Continuing to persist with kind decorum, Robin offered a simple solution to the issue of smells.  “This bath will wash the perfume off of us, Captain, so you don’t need to worry.”

            “Well, soap doesn’t taste any better,” Luffy observed with beaten puffy lips, “but I guess it’s better…”

            “Tch!  Absolutely no sense,” Nami griped, turning her back to them, overwhelmed by Luffy’s bad manners.  The gentle rubs were soon followed by a murmured conversation between them, but Nami had much too big of a headache to try to eavesdrop.  What foolishness would Robin be trying to provoke from Luffy now, anyway?

            In her muddling musing, Nami crossed her arms and gave a sigh, letting her thoughts stray from the two with her to other things.  For one thing, she had to consider the crew after Vivi.  Though it had seemed natural that the princess of Alabasta would stay with them for longer, it was also accepted that she had responsibilities that took precedence over the adventurous call of the sea.  Yet Nami had felt comfortable with her, bathing together like this; it didn’t seem cramped at all.  Somehow, with Robin, Nami felt that the ship was… becoming smaller.  Going Merry had been a wonderful escort to plenty of adventures, and Nami had all the faith in her capacity to take them all the way to the end of the Grand Line, to the One Piece and everywhere else that needed to be chartered on maps!  And at the same time…  Nami touched her cheek and worried that, with Luffy’s willingness to accept just about anyone on the crew, Going Merry would soon run out of space.  Maybe it was a far time off, but she had to realistically consider that they may need a bigger and more capable vessel.

            “Guwahaha!”

            Nami flinched as the laughter interrupted her somber mood.  What idiocy was he getting up to now, after all his complaints of baths being boring?

            “Nami, look!”

            She sighed and looked over to him with no enthusiasm that she’d be entertained.  Robin was smiling, her hands – back down to two – together to give appreciation to Luffy’s cleverness.  “Call me Monkey Luffy!” he announced, smiling with a chimp’s face, his cheeks bloated and his teeth showing in his pursed smile, his elastic penis curving under him to stretch and curl like an authentic monkey’s tail, dragging his knuckles on the floor, and holding himself in a squat with his towel utterly discarded.

            Nami looked him over and exhaled.  Stupid as ever…  “You’re already a Monkey,” she said in exasperation, but then a switch flipped in her brain, and she karate-chopped his cranium, screaming, “What are you doing something so indecent in front of a pair of ladies?!!”  This attack packed a bit more of an oomph, perhaps the antithesis of the Happiness Punch.  Luffy’s face bounced off the floor, his features mashed and swelling up painfully.  “Honestly!” she continued to deride him with her hand smoking like a fired canon.  “How can you be so inappropriate!”

            Luffy, as his features snapped back into place, though he rubbed his chin and jaw, frowned at her.  “I knew you’d make it boring.”  He got to his feet nonchalantly, not caring one bit to pick up his towel.  He wagged his finger at her.  “All you do is nag.”

            “Why are you acting like I’m the one in the wrong?!”  It was difficult for her not to look down and make reference to his flashing genitalia.  “You’re behaving like this in front of a new member of the crew!  Do you think she’ll want to stay on the ship if you act like that?!”

            “I thought it was very clever,” said Robin, who had been the mastermind of the whole charade.

            Moments ago, when Nami turned her back and tried to ignore her and Luffy, Robin took an interest in the texture of Luffy’s body, and seeing how little he minded when her hands caressed lower and lower on his body, she asked the obvious question: Does it stretch even here?

            “Oh yeah,” he carelessly answered, grabbing his schlong and pulling it in a way that would have non-rubber men seething and guarding their groins.  And Robin chortled after a moment of appreciation for its girth – which rubber did not enhance.

            “Very impressive,” she said to the stretch.  “It must be very handy to have that ability.”

            And of course, Luffy laughed.  “Shi-shi-shi!  Yeah!  Watch this!”  And thus, he went into his comedy routine of imitations, and he became a monkey.  Robin gave some applause and received it well, so why not try with Nami to see if she’d finally join in the fun?

            After her response and Robin’s consolation, Luffy was convinced that it was not him – and never was – and that it was simply Nami being a killjoy.  What he needed was the right audience!  “Chopper and Usopp,” he declared excitedly.  “We’ll have them in here!  And Robin!”  He spun around on her as a stroke of genius came to mind.  With no regard to Nami’s taxations, he pressed a finger deep into the fleshiness of her chest.  “If you put these around my head, they’ll look like big monkey ears!  Shi-shi-shi-shi!”

            “What the…?!”  Nami reacted like it was her bust that Luffy sought to exploit for some visual gag.  “There’s no way…!”

            “Yes,” Robin happily agreed with a tilt of her head.  “It sounds like a lot of fun.”

            “Alright!”  Luffy threw his fists up and laughed excitedly, glad to have a woman’s participation for once!  And that meant he could do as he wanted, and what he wanted was a practice run.  He grabbed and flung her towel across the room, bringing her tits out to flounder magnificently like opposing tides fighting, agreeing in one more synchronistic bout against one another, and then settling.  And while Nami continued to overreact for her, Robin seemed quite content with Captain taking liberties with her, even as his hands and fingers stretched along her globes and squeezed generously.  “Hey, they wobble like jelly!  Sniff-Sniff!  And they smell good, too!”

            “I’m glad you like them, Captain.”

            “R-Robin!  Luffy!”  Nami grabbed both ends of Luffy’s smile and tugged, stretching his smile further than his cheeks normally let him.  “What do you think you’re doing, Luffy?!  This is a clear violation of the terms!  That’s over ten-thousand berries!”  And while more money pilfered from him added to her own account, she couldn’t in good conscious stand by and let him molest their newest member!

            “Uck!  Fine.”  Luffy released Robin’s boobs, and Nami let his face snap back to normal.  Indignantly, more upset by her interference, he looked aside and wished that he’d never accepted Nami’s offer to join.  It was supposed to be ‘the more, the merrier’, not ‘one more, more nags.’  But Robin was supportive of her Captain, and maybe was trying to get him on her side.  Not hard to do, but she kept him pleased by using her Devil Fruit Powers again.

            Blmp~♥

            Luffy noticed the extra weight immediately as pink petals fluttered down from his head.  His hands went to inspect, and he was ecstatic to find a boob on either side of his head, giving him the illusion of a big-eared monkey.  He acted like he’d just found the One Piece, leaping and kicking jubilantly in the air.  “This is awesome!”

            “Oi, oi, Luffy!  Calm down!”  Nami tried to shield her eyes from him; he wasn’t acting like his cock and balls were on full display.  And it hadn’t helped to notice that the stem wasn’t flopping lifelessly, and instead was standing tall and rigid, bobbing and slapping against his lower belly.  Was it his excitement getting his blood rearing there, or, despite his obliviousness, did his body react to touching and ogling the stripped-bared Robin?  And even now, the tanned woman did not seek to reclaim her towel, content to just watch Luffy hop up and down, fondling the floppy adornments on his head.  And of course, she could feel it when he cupped them, squeezing experimentally at them and twisting at the perky coco nipples.

            Nami was turned beet-red, looking to Robin for a solution to this.  “Robin!  How could you?!  He needs to calm down…”

            “Hey, Usopp!  Chopper!  Come see!”

            “… or he’s going to bring everyone in here!”  She clung to her towel like it was under attack.  Sure, she could give a show when she wanted to, but in cramped spaces like this, it was harder to keep track of who saw what, whose hands went where…  She needed the control to fine the right people the right (unfair) amount!

            “You mean you don’t have your methods to do it yourself?”  Robin leaned into a hand, taking a moment to study Nami reaction.  By the guarded look, as though she hadn’t the foggiest idea of what was meant, Robin coiled with a quaint hand held to her laughing mouth.  “I see.  You Straw Hats are quite innocent after all.”  Her arms crossed in front of her, her eyes closing in concentration, and activated her Powers: two blooms.  One sprung from Luffy’s knee to smack the door shut just as he started to open it, and the other hand wrangled the penis touting at his front.

            “Huh?”  Luffy looked down to see the fingers clasping his hefty shaft.  The hand stroked up and down, tweaking the thumb and forefinger at his tip before sliding it and his foreskin back.  It gave him a shiver, but he turned to Robin quizzically to ask, “What are you doing?”

            “That’s what I want to know!” shrieked Nami, hardly able to conceive what she was witnessing, though the two with her seemed so merrily oblivious to it!

            “Navigator-san suggested that you calm down,” answer Robin with a sweet serenity, despite Nami’s compunctions of having this put on her.  “I had thought she’d come with us because she was experienced.”

            “What are you trying to say?!” Nami blabbed, red in the face with her arms guarding her chest.

            But Luffy was more at a quandary about this method of rubbing.  “How is this gonna calm me down?  Huh?”  At once, in his splayed avant-garde stance of bow legs and offset hands, he tightened up.  His face took on a look of extreme contemplation, his beady eyes focusing on nothing in particular straight ahead, his lips sucked in tight as his eyebrows furrowed.

            Nami couldn’t help but be concerned; he rarely showed such concentration outside of battle, and she worried that his brain might have burst a fuse.  “Wha-What’s wrong, Luffy?”

            That look of total concentration melted into one of great joy, his nostrils flaring and his tongue hanging, his eyes rolling up in happy crescents with emphasis on his eyelashes, dazzling sparkles all around him as he made a sigh like he’d just eaten a whole roasted cantaloupe buffalo.  “Ahh~♥”  And with not a care in the world – though Nami screeched in her shock – Luffy began to squirt.  No mighty cannon shots nor choked spurts that dribbled out; Robin’s hand was simply efficient and garnered a quick and easy orgasm from his loins.

            Still, for its lackluster show, the splatter got pretty near to Nami’s bare feet, and she jumped up like a mouse had suddenly run by.  “No way!  A-Already?!”

            Robin chuckled in her throat, made her displaced hand give a few courtesy rubs to help him release all within, and then dispelled the limb.  “You must not have had much practice,” she said to the Captain, though not in admonishment.

            But her attention was forced away from the rubber man when the navigator grabbed at her shoulders, her eyes wide and watery.  “How-How could you?!  And right in front of me!”

            “Oh,” started Robin innocently, “I didn’t think you’d want to participate.  Forgive me, Navigator-san.”

            Nami shook her by the shoulders with an outburst of tears, as if she hadn’t intentionally made sailors and pirates jizz in their breeches from provocative gestures and exposures.  “You know that’s not what I meant, Onee-sama!”  Despite the rocking that had her breasts wobbling, Robin laughed in merriment at her hysterics.

            But this interlude was swiftly interrupted by Luffy, who had always been a glutton for food, fun times, and good vibes.  Heedless of Nami – heedless enough to brush his dripping shaft against Nami’s outer thigh – he entered the girls’ huddle to negotiate with his newest crewmate.  “Oi, oi!  Do that again!”  He snickered excitedly even as Nami screeched and pulled away from his leaking member.  But as if her outburst had anything to do with his request, he turned to her to clarify, “There’s no tax if she’s the one touching, right?”  He grappled his erection, flexing it and straining out some more of the white stuff frothing at the tip.  “It looks like milk,” he began, and then made a sour face, “but tastes gross.”  He’d sampled some from his finger earlier, when Nami was confronting Robin for her misdeeds.  Thinking it should have tasted like cream or something since it came out of something like a cow’s udder, he was disappointed by the taste… but seawater also tasted bad, but was fun to ride on!  So that meant that, though it was gross to taste, it was fun to make!

            Nami flinched, apprehensive about his flagrant showboating.  With such a thing between his legs, it was a wonder that his appetites only pertained to what was cooking in the kitchen and not what was cooking under a woman’s clothes.  If he were just a tenth of what Sanji-kun was… she and the ladies they encountered on their journey to the One Piece would be in a sort of trouble…

            “Now, now,” soothed Robin, her hands raised to abate his eager frustrations.  She was not immediately dismissing his pleas, and then again, she also wasn’t yet wrapping her fingers around him again.  The delay dissatisfied the Captain, whose flared nostrils puffed steam from withheld flames of passion.  “I wouldn’t mind”—Much to Luffy’s joy and Nami’s dismay—“but with the navigator here, I fear she may feel left out”—Much to Luffy’s curiosity and Nami’s extended dismay.

            “Nami?”  Luffy’s head swung to the person of interest, as if she would have some answer to Robin’s obvious riddle.

            “Absolutely not!” Nami abstained vehemently, crossing her arms in an X in front of her, and then jabbed a finger at the list of taxable violations.  “That goes against nearly all of the rules!  You already owe me a small fortune, Luffy!”

            Flatly, Luffy retaliated with a firm nod, “Mm!  I’ll pay it.”

            “… Huh?”  Nami felt the tension slacken, as if her body died for just a moment.  And looking at him, she could tell that while there was little to no thought put into his decision, it was concrete and unwavering.  It couldn’t be…  Did he just give her a verbal blank check, to write any absurd amount of berry on?!  And with his conviction, he would see it done?!!

            The cash register rang, the clinking of running coins, the sparkle of berry-signs in her eyes above a big, broad grin.  Her poker face was the worst when she had a sure win.  She needn’t play coy or naïve or ditzy.  Luffy was a stoolpigeon!  Always was and always will be!  She had to press her luck, to assure herself that she’d get a worthwhile payment, so that Luffy’s binding word would be spoken.

            “For this waiver,” she said slyly, acting more nonchalant while trying not to seem obvious in her excitement of extortion, “it’ll require payment of”—She pretended to consider for a moment—“three-quarters of what the One Piece is worth.”

            “Alright,” said Luffy, who only wanted to find the One Piece, never considering its monetary value.

            “Seven-eighths, I mean,” Nami amended, seizing the opportunity of his carelessness.

            And Luffy, who’d already agreed to whatever terms, sighed in indignation, tilting his head.  “You’re really making this boring, Nami,” he droned, and his waning excitement was expressed in the wilt of his once-firmly rigid cock.  “If you guys can make it feel good again, I’ll pay…”

            Cha-ching!!  If he had any following statement of clarification, it was totally moot.  Nami, hearing it said, pumped the air with both fists, cash in her vision, and shouted, “Yay!”  She cuddled up to Robin, nuzzling her affectionately, as she had turned into the orchestrator of this prostitution transaction.  “Onee-sama,” she swooned sweetly, “take care of Captain while I draw up the contract~♥”

            “My, how simple that was,” Robin fawned as the other pranced over to fetch some more parchment to draw up a legal, binding, unbreakable contract, her mood only breaking momentarily when Robin cryptically added, “and without a single drop of blood spilled.”

            Nami’s quill veered at the statement, and she glanced over her shoulder, chills running up her spine.  What’s with her?

            It didn’t bother Luffy, though, and that was what mattered.  Now that things were moving along again, his vitality showed up and his cock was absolutely perky again.  Twitch-Twitch! it said in its own language, the creak of rubber stretching to its max.  And Robin could attest that he was quite gifted.  True, she’d had plenty of rendezvous with gentlemen of all sizes who thought they’d lay some claim to her before sending her in to the Marines and collecting her bounty.  They were witless fools.  So was Luffy, but in more honest ways.

            “Okay, hurry, hurry!” said Luffy, clapping his hands and rubbing them together with glee while his tongue ran over his lips.  “Make the hand again!”

            Robin considered his request only briefly.  For a cock like this that looked so nicely shaped…  Bulky, energetic, but with a smooth, polished finish; it must be from the elasticity of his body that made it seem so stressed and relaxed at the same time.

            Robin applied her hand – her real hand – and looked up at her expectant Captain.  “I think we can try more expressive methods.”

            Luffy’s head cocked to one side with a “Huh?” and an imagined floating question mark drifting from the side of his head.  “You just rub it back and forth like before,” he said adamantly, suddenly an expert on the matter.

            His naivete was endearing, a strong switch from the coldhearted dealings of Mr. Zero and his Baroque Works.  But in their similarities, actions were better than words; Robin showed Luffy what she meant and put him into her mouth.  No tip-licking or kissing; just straight in and to the back of the throat.  Even though alarmed – as mouths were for eating! – Luffy quickly realized that there was an amazing difference to when a hand was stroking his cock and when a wet and warm mouth and an active tongue ran against him.  He bit his bottom lip, eyes rolling up, nostrils snorting again.  “Uwah~  This is better~”  Just as Robin had assumed, smiling slightly around the penis, and gently moving her head back and forth, at least giving him a chance to really marinate in this experience as much as he marinated in her saliva.

            “Alright!  Looking good so far!”  Nami was proud of her knowledge of legal mumbo jumbo.  She’d gotten so good at contracts that, even as a pirate, if she went to a judge, the linguistics would be infallible and the law would have to side with her claim against the Straw Hat Captain.  Preening at her work, she looked back and cheered, “The contract’s almost done, Luffy!  Just hold on a bit longer~  Huh?”  It was then that she realized that the jerk-off notion had graduated to blowjobs.  Robin’s hands went around Luffy, cupping his bottom to help motion him to move against her mouth.  And to her credit, it seemed like she had gained some real talent for taking it to the throat, for Nami had just seen what Luffy was swinging around and knew that it wouldn’t fit easily down her neck.

            A bit more apprehensive, though with a forced smile, Nami turned partly back to her work, saying, “You-You just keep at it, Onee-sama.  I’ll join you in a bit.”  She had to strike the amount and lean it more in her favor… for damages incurred during activities.

            Robin needed no provocation.  She knew what she was doing, and did what she was doing well.  Her eyes closed in serenity, she moved her head, huffing little, soft moans through her nose as she beat her mouth back and forth over Luffy’s twitching erection.  And inexperienced Luffy rolled his head back with a great big grin.  He slurped at some spittle, but it didn’t make much of a difference.  The sight of Robin’s head, her black hair swishing in tandem with her movements, was a feast for his eyes, watching his cock emerge nice and polished before curving back down her gullet.

            The rubber made it easier.  The texture might have been different than what she was used to, but the taste and shape were familiar enough, and Luffy still responded to the points of interest for her tongue.  And now that he was contented by the swap of her hand to mouth, she could employ the tricks of the trade; namely removing him – to his objection – and teasing his little slit with the tip of her tongue.  And what precum he had burgeoning there tasted salty…  Strange, as precum usually had a sweeter flavor, but it must have been the ravenous consumption of meat that gave an abundance of protein to him.

            “Hee!  Your tongue’s like a snake’s,” he teased when she flicked over his sensitive tip.

            Robin closed her lips in a grin, keeping them pressed lightly up against his head.  “But a snake can bite,” she mused, and then tilted his cock upward to salve his underside with her tongue; up and down, leading the strokes to his hanging – but tightening – contents.  She plucked each one individually in her mouth, pushing her mouth into the loose sac of skin while flourishing her tongue against his testicles.

            For this, even a rubber man had to tense up.  She better not try to take the jewels, like he assumed money-hungry Nami would with a skeptical glance to her writing the last bits of the contract with glee.

            A hand suddenly sprouted from his shoulder, pointing its index finger to nudge his face back to the right place: his balls being washed by Nico Robin’s tongue.  “Watching is almost the best part, Captain,” she told him, and kissed each testicle on its own.

            “As long as you don’t bite,” he puffed, though undeniably, it felt wonderful to have them treated so kindly.  And Robin continued to treat them kindly with succulent lips and mouth, running her tongue in intervals between them before gliding up his mast to return attention to his glands.  He reacted most passionately, clutching at her head, wordlessly encouraging her to keep at his head.  Before, he was unprepared and didn’t have his guard up.  Now, he instinctively held off on the plunging sensation of release, for it meant the climax, and the climax was the end.  His joy always came from the journey.

            But like exciting storms, the highest wave was the most fun to ride, and though its drop was deep and exciting, it was also over in an instant and the seas became calm again.  Luffy puffed out his cheeks, grunting with his eyes crossing.  Robin’s methods around the rim of his tip were actually too precise, licking under the hood of his foreskin to really get at his most sensitive parts.  His cheeks stretched out more, almost like balloons, and a stifled “I’m there~” was snorted out.  And the Flower-Flower user opened her jaw, relaxed her throat, and swirled her tongue one last time across his pulsating tip.

            He gushed and she gargled.  The shots fired hit the roof of her mouth unless her wiry tongue intercepted, swirling the amassing rich fluids around to drain down into her stomach with big swallows.  Luffy’s hips pumped against her face, his inflated expression now pulled in an energetic look of effort.  Muscles he rarely used were in fine form, emptying out his milky (but not milk) stash of family jewels.  The base bulged and carted fast loads to Robin’s concentrating mouth, but the more Luffy indulged the sensation, the greater the bursts were, and soon, her timed gulping could not keep up.  She had to relinquish his tip or risk drowning.

            She pulled back with a desperate gasp and a messy deluge of spunk from her open mouth.  But her plight – if it could be considered one, as she obediently kept her mouth ajar with her tongue protruding to catch the spurts – mattered little to the business the navigator sought to conclude, bunching up next to Robin with the contract and pen.  “Luffy~” she said sweetly, waving both items, “time to sign~♪”  Lots of fine print; if Luffy ever actually bothered to read it – and had someone there to translate the big, complicated terms and phrases – it would basically say that he owed Nami nearly all of his profits starting from this day to the end of time.  Even his descendants would be paying to Nami’s golden tomb long after she had passed.  Even if she had kids of her own, the money would go to her grave!

            Luffy only winced at her, in the elation of the moment of fierce ejaculations!  He was streaking Robin’s bronzed skin, but one haphazard spray swerved off course and splattered the bottom corner of Nami’s well-preserved document.  She took a moment to look at the besmirched contract… and then smiled bright, stored it away, and cheered, “Good enough!”  It was his DNA, and she would make sure that any notary would vouch that it was no different than signing in blood.

            With Luffy’s hands in her silky locks, unsure what else to do with them, the tongue-waggling, cum-splotched Robin tugged at his cock with both hands, one over the other, stimulating him to empty himself out completely, making even the last wispy drops fall upon her pronounced chest.  And when the flow began to stem, and it was safe to open her eyes without the fear of getting dashed, she swept forward and licked up every trace she could wrench out of him.  She squeezed and milked his rod, dumping out every remnant left within him, though his conscious efforts to jettison everything had left little to stay in his channel.

            “Whaa~”  Luffy wiped at his brow, giving a jubilant smile.  “That was great, Robin!”  He pointed teasingly at her and snickered, “But you sure got a whole lot over you!  And you even drank it!  That must have been awful!”  He honestly sympathized with her for that.

            But she shook her head.  “Actually, I quite enjoyed it,” she professed and wiped a bit of white spittle from the corner of her mouth.

            “Ah~  Onee-sama!  I love you so much!” swooned Nami, clasping her hands in adulation and leaning into the older woman.  “You took such good care of our Captain, and now we can clean up and get going!”

            Robin’s head tilted quizzically to her.  “What do you mean?”  She lifted a hand and pointed, seeming pleased when Nami followed the point and was flabbergasted.  “It seems our youthful Captain is very pent up.”

            “Eee!”  Nami gave a start, her eyes bugging out as she saw that the dick hadn’t even needed to take a breather.  She had seen Luffy do the impossible, even when he seemed at his utmost limits!  This was still… unbelievable!  The scam was to run out the clock, let Robin do most of – if not all – the work, and then capitalize on the usual irrational behavior of a man with a stiff dick.  “How… How can…?”

            “You’ll get your chance now, Navigator-san,” Robin praised in polite jubilance, and rose to her feet with her semen-spattered breasts giving a good bounce.  “And in the meantime, I’ll rinse off.”

            “That’s good.”  Luffy pinched his nose.  “My milk must be sour or something.”

            Robin merely laughed at his observation and said that she’d tend to that issue.

            But now that she was removed, Luffy switched his attention to Nami, and there was a prolonged and intense silence between them, until she blurted out a nervous “What?!”

            “You said that you’d do it too.  Aren’t you going to?”

            Only because of the contract…  Dammit, she cursed inwardly, wishing she’d taken more time to fill up the contract and put more of the heavy lifting on Robin who was now aside, dumping buckets of water over her chest to purge her chest of Luffy’s cum.  The white streaks, however, clung stubbornly to her skin in the water, and strung most adamantly through her thick-but-designed pubic hair.  With not much fuss and great poise, she scrubbed the cum from her puffy, aroused mound.

            Nami contemplated the task before her with begrudging resignation.  It’d be easier to lie and con her way out of the contract while still keeping the profits intact; but Luffy’s honesty and pure-heartedness had made the conscience within her swell.  A bothersome thing, but she was learning to live with it.  “Fine,” she finally sighed, and then gave her best punch; however, without the influence of Usopp and Sanji to act on, Luffy wasn’t KO-ed like in the palace’s bath.  He just mused at her unveiled breasts – pink nipples opposed to Robin’s chocolate browns, and a few sizes smaller, but still happily wobbly – and then said, “You could leave your towel on.  I just need your mouth.”

            “Hey, don’t act like you can tell me what to do!” snapped the navigator, already irate that her unfailing Happiness Punch had no affect on his dimwitted brain.  Her slender, nimble hands coursed down the supple hills of her chest to leave tingling trails where her fingertips grazed along her flesh, helping her tips to stand more erect and sensitive.  She then pulled up against them, hoisting them, causing them to jostle like two big, perfectly round scoops of flan.  With a bit more modesty to her harsh tone, she said, “I know what I’m doing.  The contract puts penalties on talking back.”

            “Ri~ght,” answered the unenthused Captain.

            “Now that you understand…”  Nami raised her chest and beamed up at her Captain.  And she had planned not to dislocate her jaw to appease him, knowing him better than the new archeologist, knowing that he had a habit of losing control in his bouts of joy.  And though they might grow more, she’d been blessed enough with a pair of breasts that would act as a suitable substitute.  “Time for the Nami Special: Happiness Hug~!”

            Her sweet pair smooshed up around Luffy’s meat, and while he didn’t disprove of the feeling, he had to fold his arms and straight out inform her, “I’d feel better in your mouth.”

            Men were supposed to turn to geysers and fountains merely by seeing her cleavage!  Yet he was giving criticisms after having his cock mashed in between them?!  “Don’t tell me how to do it!” she bellowed furiously.  “Or I’ll just cut it off!  Then you won’t have to worry about it at all!”

            Luffy gave a pouty “Hmph!” but held his tongue.  If she wanted to waste her turn like this, rubbing her boobs on him, he’d let her get bored or something, and then go back to the fun-loving Robin!

            It had been some time since she had honestly employed this technique now that she was out of the Arlong Gang and hadn’t gone wanting with gullible Sanji-kun on board.  But it shouldn’t be a problem.  She soaped her breasts a bit for a nice glide, and Robin had left him coated with her spit and cum.  All should be well, with little to no friction burn.

            “Okay, let’s do this.”  She shoved her tits up; a nice, high lift that tilted her nipples to gaze up to Luffy while her fleshy mounds submerged his staff, ad then they slid back down.  And up again, this time with a bit of cajoling of them to stimulate the lucky guy some more – and expressive Luffy inhaled sharply – before rolling back down.

            “That was good!” said Luffy with his eyes widening to circles.

            “Heheh!  Trust me now?”  She winked and stuck out her tongue, and went on with her warm up.  Faster and faster, up and down, shifting the soft globes side to side, beating them against his cock.  But for her to get more elaborate, she would need him to sit on the edge of the tub – where Robin was now lounging, stretched out in the cool water, her body too long for the tub, though she seemed comfortable with her arms pillowing her head, her legs crossed and feet hitched up on the rum, her breasts floating.

            The older woman observed the tricks of the navigator and had to give some credit to her technique.  “I had thought you’d be experienced,” she stated merrily, and Nami flushed, reapplied her breasts to Luffy’s lap now that he was seated and had made space in between his legs, and said, “I had to get by somehow before heading off to sea.”  She clutched Luffy’s prick  between them and began an impressive display, alternating styles and speeds, as if giving glimpses of her learned arsenal.  She could pressed her jugs together with her forearms, capping them with her hands, and make them bounce a bit more freely, clapping around him like bouncing balls; she rolled them alternatively, leaning his cock this way and that, constantly smothered by them; she could use her legs to increase the speed and length of her strokes, coiling back down so the majority of him was sprouting from her cleavage, and in the next instant, she’d run up the length and bury him entirely.  And Luffy, who’d never had much appreciation for breasts in the first place, was mesmerized, watching and laughing and even applauding at the ways Nami knew had to shove her boobies.

            And during those kiddish outbursts, Nami took a moment’s pause to grind her teeth and reflect, He’s treating this like it’s a show, like he’s not even feeling it!

            “Would you like some assistance?”

            She looked up and saw that Robin had gotten out of her luxury leaning to rest her chin in her hand at the edge of the tub, where she could get the finest view of the action.

            “I wouldn’t mind lending my help, though I’ve just washed.”

            “What-What do you mean?”  Nami was a bit skittish of Robin’s proposal, being more mature and likely more experienced.  Though her own hubris would not pit their beauty against one another, she had to assume that Robin had some techniques that might’ve been more risky than she was used to – as her targets were normally dumbfounded males to start with.

            Robin rose up from the water gracefully, stepped out with wet feet, and joined Nami on her knees after stretching Luffy’s flexible legs further apart.  “This” was all she said, and then let her actions answer, puffing her bigger breasts up against Luffy’s lap, doubling up on Nami’s play, fastening him deep within a quadruple breast sandwich!  Pink met brown as Robin pressed tighter against her smaller companion, and before Nami could say anything to the contrary – though it was likely she would not – Robin laced her fingers with hers, locking them in a sort of womanly bond.  “It takes a joint effort to make the Captain happy, after all.”

            Feeling childish in that motherly stare, Nami averted her gaze to the side and agreed with a timid, “Yeah…”

            “Right!” Luffy thrice agreed, throwing his hands up excitedly.  “I’m all for it!  Shi-shi-shi!”

            “Then let’s begin.  Navigator-san.”

            Again, but with a bit more confidence, there was a “Yeah.”  Now it was not an easy start; not when Nami was coming face-to-face with the fact that this new addition to the crew was more stacked than her and could seamlessly involve herself in Straw Hat shenanigans.  Robin didn’t hitch or hesitate like Nami, who didn’t realize that they had begun to stroke their chests up his length and hurried to catch up.  The ease and expressive nature of Nami’s previous efforts had turned timid, relying like a girl on her big sister’s instructions.  But Robin just smiled at her, held her hand tighter, and then leaned forward for an abrupt kiss on the mouth.  And while Nami gasped at this bold move, Luffy jubilated and teased her.  “Robin kissed you!  Guahaha!”

            And though it was soft, it was a pretty intense kiss.  Nami could feel it down to her toes!  No aggressive tonguing – though there was tongue – and no muffled grunts of restrained desire.  Robin kissed her, swapped some spit with her tentative tongue, and pulled away.  And with that smile, she let their conjoined spit drop onto Luffy’s cockhead and ooze down to lather their tits.  Nami tingled with fresh excitement; so much so that her thighs tensed and pulled together as a quick fantasy of returning the favor flickered into consideration.

            Robin’s were very soft; much fuller and softer than Nami’s, whose weight did not yet bring them down, despite their substantial size.  Comparing nipples, though, Nami’s round ones were a big wider, though Robin’s – in her own arousal or just from the humidity – had contracted to ovals of brown that appeared every now and then when rolling against Nami’s chest.  And Luffy could not quite put his finger on it, but there was something desirable about them.  Maybe because they reminded him of cow udders, and women’s chests were supposed to produce milk.

            He decided to reach out to both of them and pinch.  “Hey!” squealed Nami with reservation for her own boundaries, blushing and smacking his hand away, scolding him and reminded him that the contract signed in binding cum addressed unannounced intentions was an additional five-hundred berries.  As if he could get any poorer…  But Robin allowed him access, stalling her rocking motions to let him fondle more than just the nipple, finding the pliability of her chest to be pretty interesting.

            “It’s like squeezing a huge marshmallow!” he cheerily declared, and then went back to sample Nami’s, and though she still berated his audacity, she at least pushed her bosoms out and offered him a sample platter.  Hers really were not as yielding, but that was good.  “Almost like meatballs.”  Nami cringed annoyedly at the faux gourmet comparison, though Robin found it humorous enough to politely laugh.

            And then Luffy did something neither woman expected; he stretched his neck, extended his lips like an octopus’s sucker, and latched onto Nami’s breast like a leech.  She yelped, her face changing to a passionate pink, her gaze hazed and heavy as she looked down at him.  Normally, she would prefer a man of elegance and good looks doting on her body – she was worth that much and more – so seeing Luffy’s hard concentration – his eyes seeming angry beneath a furrowed brow, his nostrils open, his lips puckered and sealed on her nipple as he drew hungrily on it – gave her a start of heady arousal; the kind that flourished the more you though ‘I shouldn’t be doing this with this kind of person.’  It was normally so easy, instinctive, to slap him away when he crossed lines like when he tried stealing food off of her plate or was particularly nosy about maps she was trying to draft.

            “Uhn!”  She had not made such a vulnerable noise for a man in some time, nor had she pushed out her chest in offering for even longer.  Underneath Robin’s globe, he wouldn’t be able to switch, but he was doing just fine pulling this nipple to a swollen, tingling nub.  She nibbled on her bottom lip.  “Mmph!”

            “What a cute voice you have, Navigator-san,” Robin complimented, easing her chest’s pumping to a stop to observe.

            “Don’t—ah♥—say such true things,” Nami objected, still watching her focused Captain’s lips undulating, feeling within the tongue poking and prodding at the erect center.

            Robin didn’t give any commentary then, settling to be the casual spectator as her own plots began to build.

            Nami had reclined somewhat, relying on the support of her hands behind her, abandoning the joint duty of mashing Luffy’s cock between four tits so that she could enjoy a bit of well-deserved and long-overdue appreciation and admiration of her body.  It was too easy for Sanji-kun; anything with high legs and bouncing breasts would reduce him to mush.  To get Luffy’s attention… with something besides food and the promise of adventure… was a real accomplishment.

            The lips detached suddenly with a rubber band’s snap, and Luffy looked unhappy.  Nami, her eyes blinking in confusion, wondered if he felt he hadn’t enough access to such beautiful, young breasts and wanted to renegotiate the contract to give more money.  “I thought udders had milk,” he pouted.

            Klonk!!

            Nami’s fist steamed after striking his head onto the floor.  “That’s what you were doing?!”  O, if she had some sea prism stone, she would use it to really throttle him!  “Alright then!  That’s enough!  Take your stupid bath, andyahh!”

            “There’s that cute voice again,” Robin playfully mocked, still sitting on the sidelines while her Flower-Flower hands did all the work, four of them in a row, passing the tip of Luffy’s elastic cock along until finally sneaking to the apex of Nami’s thighs, to her shaven-bare snatch, where even in a momentary fit of anger, her labia was still engorged and trickling with restless arousal.  Robin’s hand did not just shove Luffy’s head in there all at once, but instead stroked it against her petals, enticing her and him together.  Nami almost couldn’t believe it even when she split her legs to see for herself, but yes!  The rubber man’s dick was at her entrance, halting only at the behest of a bodiless hand’s whim!  And if she was in any clear mind, if the thought wasn’t already wandering at the back of her head, Nami would have scurried away and barred the gates of her womanhood!  Instead, she ogled and let her heart race, saying the compulsive “No way” to express her shock, but made no endeavors to try to cease the merger.

            And that was enough for Robin, who could read the body language of someone who had already made up their mind even if their mouth said otherwise.  “Hm,” Robin hummed, pressing into the hands propping up her chin, her elbows on her knees.  “Enjoy the trip, Captain.”

            “Huh?  The trip?”  Luffy asked after picking his head up.  He was slow on the uptake and only just realized a pleasant sensation – unlike hand, mouth, or boobie – fondling the head of his dick.  His dick…  His eyes went down to his groin, ignorant to the obvious stretch of it, and chased the elongated body of it, leading all the way up to…  “Nami’s other mouth?”

            Nami did not have a chance to address his uncouth stupidity, and he did not have a chance to try to make sense of it; Robin unified them, garnering another, melodious wail from Nami as her pussy began to fill with cock.  On the other hand, feeling his sensitive head sheathe itself, Luffy dropped on the floor, arms and legs wide open, gurgling with delight.  “What is this~  It feels… the best~”  He cooed and muttered nonsensically as the first two inches of his shaft were pumped into Nami, and then out, and then in.

            For Nami, though, it was not enough.  She sampled the feeling of finally being stretched by more than two fingers on restless nights, and dammit, if she’d already come this far…!

            “Give me that!”  She snatched up Luffy’s dick from that hands like it was a stick toddlers were playing irresponsibly with, prodding her only to annoyance.  Each of the hands vanished in petals, and Robin smiled with satisfaction.  Storming to Luffy, letting his cock snap back to its actual size, she said, “If we’re gonna do this, I’ll be on top!  You get too reckless when you’re excited!”

            Luffy’s dreamy response: “Hu~h?”

            No matter his state; the contract protected her actions entirely.  There was nothing in the wide world that she or anyone else could do to make him not give her money now.  Thank goodness for his inability to think beyond the present moment, or he might have been a bit more shrewd and she would have gotten less.  Or he would just realize that he could have taken care of himself, but that was unlikely when anyone with sense wouldn’t turn down a chance to have a go at two buxom beauties like Nami and Nico Robin!

            So it was with a bit of self-deprecation that Nami positioned herself as the one in want of the other.  Her shapely ass faced Robin, and Robin stared back with some reserved enjoyment at the swing and aim of her hips.  Luffy’s cock was turned upward, bathing in the heat radiated from the looming vagina that promised to swallow him up in a moment.  “Remember,” she said as his eyes came into focus, “this is a lifelong contract.”  She pressed him up against her folds, finding the mark easily, and began to engulf him, leaving no room for him to debate or hold up the transaction.  The heat outside had gotten her restless, Robin made her feel insecure and provocative, and now she wanted to relax and demanded satisfaction.

            Luffy would break her if he was in control.  She knew him well enough now.  How many times had his idea of fun and adventure left her – and others – teetering on the edge of life and death?  Mile-long lunges, baiting vicious foes, hunting man-eating game!  He was a walking heart-attack inducer!  So she’d be on top, she’d set the pace, and she would decide when they were done.

            And he wouldn’t complain.  A rarity, but he was very satisfied with the feeling of immersing his bothersome prick into her body.  Robin hadn’t tried to chew him off earlier, so a mouth with no teeth would just gum him, right?

            He drooled with a giggle at how good it felt, pushing through these taut walls as Nami seemed extended, whimpering and grunting as she tried to handle his girth.  Those before who were of an intimidating size, she could abate with her hands or a Happiness Hug.  No lust with it; just simple transactions to get the gold for an inept guard.

            Her running arousal trickled down his length, easing the insertion, but his size still brought some hitches.  Nami paused a moment or two to catch her breath – I can’t believe this is happening. – and then resumed.  Slowly and gradually and carefully…

            “You’re taking too long!”  Luffy had been patient long enough and took possession of her wide hips.  With the clear intent of his actions, Nami began on objection, but was too late to stop him from bringing her down, stretching her to her utmost and slamming his tip upon her cervix, pressing it inward to her womb.

            “Yah~♥  Stupid~” she slurred with her tongue dangling like a heated dog.  The pain of her deepest parts yielding to his ramming rod was outdone by the elation of it.  Even if the persistent probing against her cervical wall was a bit uncomfortable – and she moved her hips to try to press him at a gentler angle – it was amazingly good to have a real cock penetrating her willing hole again.

            “See?  Shi-shi-shi!  Isn’t this nicer?” laughed the exuberant Captain just seconds before his face was quashed… under a pelvis this time rather than Nami’s fist.

            Robin sat comfortably on his face, aligning his sputtering mouth with her womanhood.  It may have been indirect, but his reactions were stimulating to her sensitive folds.  “You should be a bit more gentle with her, Captain.”  She turned to Nami instead of looking over the plump hills of her backside.  “She seems fragile.”

            “Mmph!” Luffy answered back, his voice reverberating against her woman’s mound.

            She shuffled, settling her weight comfortably, wedging his face properly between her legs to situate him right at her muff.  Her short, prickly pubes tickled his face and his nose, and he was given a more honest scent of a woman than the perfume she wore.

            When he calmed down a little and her shuffling ceased, she grinned and spoke a thought to Nami, “Perhaps this would be more appropriate for Long Nose.”

            Nami flushed deeper, coiling back like she was pulling away from the idea forming in her mind, of Usopp taking the place of Luffy, wedged up inside her while his phallic nose was used in substitute for Robin’s seat…  “No!” Nami declined as she started to ride Luffy’s groin with some extra oomph!  “Don’t say weird things like that!”

            Robin chortled softly and traced a comforting hand along the side of Nami’s face, like a big sister.

            A big sister who liked to give full-mouthed kisses and manually instruct the pumping of her little sister’s hips!  While she ground her mouth against Nami’s, her left hand went around to the impaled girl’s butt and began to press down, urging her into motion.  Nami needn’t more guidance than that.  With Robin suppressing Luffy – who had stopped flailing when he found the strong scent of a woman quite intoxicating – Nami was once again in control of his ride and began to slide up and down on his cock.  He was hers to use, not the other way around.  And when it was easier, she took him with fuller, deeper strides, grunting with intent as she smacked her mound down on him, her ass giving a reserved lunge and ripple to the impact.

            Robin moaning into Nami’s mouth meant that Luffy was embarking on a journey all his own.  His hands switched from supporting Nami’s to supporting Robin’s waist, now anchoring her to his face as his tongue followed his nose.  If the women – or Robin at least – were willing to touch his stalk with their mouths, he should do the same; see what it was like.  It was a very unique and exciting taste.  Robin’s pink lips were marinating in some sort of baste that was sweet, but hit the taste buds hard and salty.  Ever lap, his tongue was jubilant, and every missed swipe seemed to encourage Robin when he passed against a ridge at the top of her slot.  The harder he pressed there, the more often her big butt would jump and give him some breathing room… and yet he did not desire breath.  He was quite content here for right now, slurping at her hole – discovering it to be the source of the runny fluids – and letting Nami bounce at his other end.

            “I-I think I’m going to cum,” confessed the navigator.  It was pretty apparent that she was losing control of herself, giving into the erratic spasms of ecstasy.  Her lips were full, tingling, and glistening from the powerful and thorough kisses of the woman opposite to her.

            “Are you?” Robin asked with some play in her voice.  Even she was starting to need to catch her breath, now that the air of the bathroom was so heavy and hot.  More sweat than water was clinging to their bodies now.  That made it easy for her fingers to dip down into Nami’s split groin to start strumming at her untouched clit.  Successfully, Nami raised her voice in objection, yet her motions became all the more frenzied.  There was no more ‘thinking’ about it; she was going to cum, and with Robin’s aid, she would be delivered to further heights.

            “Trois Fleur: Poke.”

            Nami didn’t know that a hand came out of the small of her back, making a fist but for its intentional pointing index finger.  It curved, made its target, and then sunk quick and deep into Nami’s asshole with a single, sure thrust.  Two voices cried out simultaneously.  Being violated there, Nami squealed – “Not there!” – and began to compress Luffy’s cock in exhilaration.  Her orgasm was brought on her, and she squeezed both intruders in both holes for all she was worth while punctuating the waves of her intense release with outward leaps of her pelvis.  Robin was clear of the splash zone, but Luffy’s sternum was absolutely doused with Nami’s liquid elation, made all the more prevalent by Robin’s hand sticking by her quim to continue its wet rubs against her aching clit.

            “O Robin!” she screamed, giving credit of this release only to her, though she would not have known it without a thick, turgid cock shoved up inside of her, resisting the pulsations of her insides for as long as it could before finally, and with a great tremble, it began to spout and wash the insides of her womb with a hot, scorching tide.

            Luffy exhaled a loud, muffled sigh of relief, jumping up to Nami’s crux with impassioned thrusts, instinctively trying to get all of what was inside him to the inside of her.  His balls drew up.  He was putting effort into wringing them out, and once again, Robin was willing to lend a hand, swapping clit for testicles, cupping and massaging them, squeezing them almost like gently wringing out a wet sponge.  She could feel them contracting, the tender spheres dumping their payload up the tube to plant within the orange-haired navigator.  And Robin could tell when a new batch fired off; Nami’s hitching gasps happened periodically, normally in time with the most significant throbs of Luffy’s erection.  With a final dive to Nami’s undulating, supping insides, Luffy unwound like a tired octopus, limbs all loose and limp.  Even his tongue could not keep sweeping through Robin’s creases.  His first time had worn him out.  All that adrenaline that always kept him pumping was now securely docked in Nami’s harbor, the stowaways surging for their own One Piece.  Their venture was short, but one mischievous tadpole claimed the treasure to become King of the Womb for the next nine months.

            And though she wouldn’t know it until later, Nami was relieved, smiling in bliss as she contained his load and thinking only of how good it felt sloshing inside her.  But like all good things, it was winding down, and even Luffy had tuckered himself out, confirmed to already be snoring when Robin hoisted herself up a little to peek at him and wonder why his tongue had stopped its flopping.  Well, she might not have gotten off, but it was still a promising start to her career as a Straw Hat.  She regarded Nami’s crotch when the other sat – or fell – back to contemplate the white overload rushing from between her engorged lips.  “It looks like he was pent up more than we thought,” Robin said, and Nami had to agree.

            “No wonder he’s always so wild,” she added, pulling strings of his semen from her snatch to test the consistency.  But rather than fuss over it, she stretched her arms overhead, smiling and saying, “It was still a job well done!  Now I get to relax in the tub and think of all the things I can afford now that Luffy owes me!”

            Robin just chuckled.

            In a little while, as Luffy continued to doze on the floor, both women shared the bath.  It was not the luxurious space as it would be with singles, but they didn’t mind as long as they were in each other’s company.  They made casual small talk, just learning about one another, though Robin’s answers to life seemed pretty morbid and made Nami a bit apprehensive of her.

            But the conversation swayed when Robin said, “I hope the contract included me.”

            Nami perked up somewhat in confusion.  “What do you mean?”

            “Well, you called out my name,” explained the raven-haired Devil Fruit user.  “I expect compensation in tonight’s bed.  We are sharing sleeping quarters, correct?”

            The proposition stunned Nami in to silent stammering.  But considering everything else, she felt inclined to appease the request, flushing and looking shyly off to the side, “Yeah…”

            Robin’s quaint smile grew a bit wider.  Yes, joining this crew would be short-lived, but she expected to enjoy it.

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            The noises…  Usopp was just too suspicious!  He caught the ‘I-must-be-brave-enough-to-peek-on-women-in-the-bath-only-to-make-sure-they’re-okay’ disease, and would wholeheartedly stick to that excuse until the day he died.  Symptoms of such an illness was a throbbing, adamant erection and a gleeful smile.  It sure sounded like things were getting rowdy in there; Nami must have been overcome by the assassin, and Luffy just couldn’t be heard at all, except for a few muffled noises.

            “I would break in,” Usopp first considered, “but what if that evil assassin catches me by surprise?!  Grr!  I should… scope it out first.”  He dropped to his hands and knees, that perverted grin appearing and making his nose drip.  Whatever he saw, it would surely worsen his illness.

            “Tres Fleur: Poke!”

            “Huh?”  His vantage under the door was blocked by a pair of pointing hands.  “What the…?”  They shot out to his big, keen eyes, and he retreated in pain and defeat, matching a cry from Nami from inside the bathroom.  “What is up with that crazy assassin?!” Usopp sobbed, and would not know what was going on in the bathroom.

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I’m sorry if some moments – especially with Luffy – felt a little stiff.  He is really hard to nail down in smut thanks to that attitude of his.  I did mean to have an alternate ending… so here it is.

ccc Adventures later ccc

            Luffy had become something of a hassle.  His hands were much more inquisitive than before.  Normally, they would stretch to try to steal something from a plate.  Now… he’d grope Nami or Robin, signaling that he was frustrated with his pants, and Captain’s orders: one or both of them must see to it.  Nami was a bit more stern, whacking his noggin, brandishing the contract when it was on hand, scolding him and oftentimes saying “A Neptune is chasing us!  We don’t have time for that!”  Robin was more often than not accommodating, particularly at night.  When he snuck in, his cock bobbing out in front of him, shoving it towards the sleepy Nami’s face – who would try to ignore him before offering a lazy handjob if it meant he’d go away – Robin would sit up against the headboard, descend her night panties, and tell Luffy to enjoy himself.  And he would, holstering her knees in his hands, bunching her legs up to get at her cunt with his cock, gaining potential in his technique as he started to learn the significance of rhythm instead of mindless jackhammer thrusting – which tired Nami out after seconds.

            His hard-ons only occurred with women, though.  He had a naïve suspicion that bathtime would cause the occurrence of his dick to rise, but it never happened.  With Usopp and Chopper and the other men of the ship, it was just fun horseplay.  Only with women did his urges kick in; he was instinctual, after all.  And that started to get him in wild trouble, showing eager interest in the women met on their travels, fucking angel women and tribal women alike.

            But there were lines that had to be drawn, when Luffy, after an encounter with a giant frog doing the front crawl swim…

            “Hey, you’re a lady!  Can I put my Gum-Gum Staff in you?”

            “Luffy!” shrieked Nami in disgust and disbelief, swatting his head, a slight pronunciation to her lower belly.

            But despite the lack of manners, Kokoro took a swig from her bottle and then laughed drunkenly, “Sure!  It’s been some time since I had a good fuck!  Nagaga!”

            Nami sulked, shocked by the acceptance, stunned and stupefied as she led snickering Luffy into the train station for her private quarters.  The old hag looked back at Nami and gave an offer: “I’ll give you fifty berries if you watch Chimney in the meantime!  Nagaga!”

            What choice did Nami have but to accept?  It was money, after all!

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I’m leaving it there… because I may actually get the urge to write Luffy giving it to a squat, ugly mermaid hag.  And, for confirmation, he does.  There’s no silly rationale like ‘Oh, Nami will stop him or Robin interrupts.’  No delusions like that here!  Luffy fucks Kokoro!  He also fucks Kiwi and Mozu while Franky strums a guitar in the corner!  Them, and I wanna do one of the princesses of ONE PIECE getting analed.  But who?  Expect a poll soon!