A Babe Show [pt. I]

*written in collaboration with Namichwan (Seriously, Namichwan did a ton of this!)

The rest of the day was going off relatively easy. No major incidents as the ship sailed along the sea. It was the perfect time for a certain sniper to sneak off and relieve some pent up tension he had. Nami and Robin’s new outfits were becoming way, WAY too much for the adolescent to handle.

The back of the Sunny was the place. Everyone knew it, no one brought it up when it had to happen, but whenever relief was needed someone would have the privacy they wanted if they were there. Usopp didn’t want to take a long time, just get some of that bubbly tension out his balls so he could maybe stop having to tuck his random erections into his overalls for a few days.

“Ohhh, Nami…” The sniper groaned, heat building up inside quickly today. The boy full of fears had a minor one float by that he could be developing as a quickshot, but the rest of his mind focused on remembering every jiggle he’d seen the four breasts and four ass cheeks of the last few days. Imagining himself as the stud to make them cum. Hell, he actually had made Nami cum a few times! The spunky navigator who loved to flaunt it had actually orgasmed because of him. That thought seemed to snag on something hot as the end rapidly rushed towards him…

“Yessss….” He hissed, “NaammGGLLAUGBRUGAHG!!” He spluttered as a huge downfall of rain poured over him.

Usopp was soaked, his orgasm completely ruined as a cold sea breeze wafted into his wet clothes. Too many sensations at once as his blood rushed to different places in his body, finally reaching his brain enough to look up and register what had splashed him. A single fluffy cloud hung over his head, and that was enough evidence.

“Ooiii!” Usopp growled, looking back at the navigator that had broken the sacred bond of this private place. She didn’t care though, as evident from the minxful smile on her face. “What the hell was that for?!”

“Hm? What’s the matter? I heard my name a couple times and came running! You clearly had a fever and needed to calm down Usopp.”
“I need you to-!” He stammered, “Just buzz off okay?!”

She very deliberately walked slowly towards him, letting her body and physics drag his eyes downwards to all the lovely motions of her many oceans. He looked away quickly, staring out to the horizon as if to fool her into believing this was a melancholic experience.

After crouching down, leaning in until her breasts were grazing his arm, an evil voice spoke through her. “What’s the matter, Usopp? Not enjoying not cumming? I can’t imagine what that’s like.”

He shuddered, full of fear and arousal, “Y-you said you liked it…”

“Maybe I did. And maybe I want to show you all how great edging yourself can be.” She hissed, reaching around and touching his deflating cock just enough so it grew to full mast. He sputtered something but Nami just continued, “Oh? I thought we crew were allowed to touch each other like this now. Or was that just little old me?”

He couldn’t bark anything back without sounding like a hypocrite. Not that his brain could think of a retort anyway, blood now deciding to return to his overactive crotch.

“Hmm. Yep, you probably wouldn’t have satisfied me either with this.” She declared after half a minute of examining it. “Well, I should probably let you finish. Go ahead.” Her hands left him suddenly, an unhappy grunt escaping him when the warmth of her had left his cold skin. He turned back to her, a subconsciously driven pleading look in his eye, only to see Nami cross legged and unmoving. “Go on I said. If you need to cum it’s on you, I’ll just sit here until you’re done.

An attempt was made after this point, but returning to either high of his solo play or Nami’s teasing was fruitless. The cold was rapidly returning, her gaze that little bit too awkward, and her words stinging him more than she knew. After mumbling some excuse he left her there, feeling much more unsatisfied than when he’d begun.

“AND NEXT TIME, DON’T WAKE ME UP UNLESS IT’S A REAL FUCKING EMERGENCY!!!”

The Captain of The Cormorant slammed his cabin door with as much **** as he could. He stomped his way around his room in seething anger, so many green horns on his crew right now! He’d just set off from Water 7 but he wished he’d stayed behind. These people transport ships were so full of inexperienced sailors who needed coddling every ten seconds apparently! Even his number two insisted they wake him every time a single ship was spotted on the horizon, claiming it to be a pirate yet it never was.

Knock Knock

“Oh my fucking GOD!” The captain seethed, nearly seeing red as he raged over to the door, expecting another goddamn pathetic fool begging for help… yet instead finding a blue haired woman in a cloak staring up at him. “Oh, uh, hello Ma’am. I apologize but I’m off duty right now, if you have a complaint about my yelling plea-”

“Um, I was here to talk to you about your yelling, but it wasn’t a complaint…” She trailed off, somewhat embarrassed, “...you see, I realized I’m about to take a certain role for my friends yet I’m wildly inexperienced, and seeing as how it seems you’re rather frustrated I thought we could assist each other?”

He raised an eyebrow. What, was she a better sailor? That wouldn’t be a surprise considering the incompetence on display around here.

“Okay… what did you have in mind Ma’am?”

“Could I… suck your dick?”

“...eh? You serious?”

The woman nodded quickly, hiding her slightly red face. “As long as you know I cannot join your crew and must depart once we reach our destination, I would be happy to take the role of temporary cumrag for you. You may even wish to hide me in your cabin if you’d like, but I also don’t mind being shared if that too is what you desire.”

He studied her, she seemed like a genuine girl, with good articulation and a well mannered demeanor… why she’d want to be a cumrag was baffling him a bit. Yet, the sea held all kinds. Perhaps she was a deeply perverted soul who just wanted to feel used by a man in uniform, maybe she had a troubled past and this was her escape, maybe she was a princess being mind controlled into this… nah. Best not look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Shut the door behind you and strip down to nothing if you’re serious about this.”

“Yes sir!”

"You know what we should do with this place?" asked Nakaba suddenly as he thrust his mug of rum out into space. He was laying down on the curving seat that lined the room. He was using Robin's lap as a pillow and Nami was sitting nearby.

Robin's eyes opened. She'd been resting them as she massaged her spotter's temples, "Are you referring to the aquarium bar or the Sunny?"
"The aquarium. I'm thinking..." he paused for effect, "... a strip club! Perfect fucking atmosphere for it, don'tcha think?"

Nami snorted and after finishing taking a drink from her own mug she remarked, "Really? A strip club? You barely have us wear enough clothing for a ten second striptease. Hardly need a dedicated room for that!"

Robin interjected smoothly, "Ah. You forget, Nami, that Nakaba has grand plans for our merry pirate life. We'll be acquiring a plethora of precious babes of various talents for our ship, and they will fill many roles including serving as picturesque elements of our proud Sunny's decor. In that light, a strip club only makes logical sense and quite naturally those who are assigned the task of stripper will have plentiful costumes to draw out that process for a satisfying experience for the patrons."

“I see.” Nami chewed her lip and shifted in her seat which did interesting jiggly things to her chest. The busty red-head looked sexy as hell in the black thong panties and that bra he’d picked out, which gathered her tits together for an all-inspiring cleavage-crack. “Then I suppose it’s a thing we can do. That perverted robot Franky can certainly renovate this place into that and he’ll jump at the chance…” she trailed off and got a far off look in her eye as she rubbed the side of her face in thought.

Money... money... It was a concept that was never too far from Nami's thoughts and it occurred to her that a roving strip club made up of stripping Babes spotted by a premium Babe Spotter like Nakaba could make her a lot of money. She didn’t let any of her thoughts show on her face though as she intended to be in charge of this little venture and she’d need to maneuver her Spotter adroitly. She’d had this discussion with Robin after the two of them had worked together to drain Nakaba’s enormous balls completely and put him into a deep sex coma, that the best way to guide him along was to make him think their intelligent plans were his own moronic ideas.

The three of them spent twenty minutes discussing the particulars of the notion, Nami and Robin exchanging knowing glances as they smoothly maneuvered Nakaba along, even as Robin kept his cup filled and Nami gave his colossal erection a steady two-handed tugjob. Eventually, a steadily drunken Babe Spotter was barely making sense as he expounded upon his latest brain bug:

“- and it’s a Babe Show! That would be like totally NORMAL! Like, this is something that is… uh…. Like an expected production from every babe spotter that people would… uh… look forward to and enjoy. I think… it started with shipboard babe spotters who would put them on for sailors to get some much needed sexual relief on long journeys but eventually, like, they became a common expected communal event for seaside communities, well attended, maybe even becoming high-society affairs in certain places for certain skilled and famous Babe Spotters and their similarly beloved and famed well kept Babes. Hahah. These are basically masturbation parties and normally folk come wearing outfits that leave their naughty bits exposed. Hehe…Shooting your ejaculate or girly-cum onto the stage is naturally-normally seen as expected applause!”

“We already knew about that, idiot.” Nami remarked as her focus shifted more heavily to stroking. “You really need to begin training for the talent portion. It isn’t going to be enough to just have a big pole, Master. Everyone at the event will have one roughly this size. You’ll also need to be the best at putting on a show.”

“Wha- event?!” managed Nakaba blearily even as he enjoyed the way her smooth hands squeezed and pumped, “Aa-and there ain’t no way any of these sad fellows can measure up to me!”

Robin stroked his hair soothingly, “Well, of course not. But Nami isn't talking about our dear Straw Hats, no, she is probably referring to one of the Grand Babe Festivals in one of the more prominent cities like Alubarna. No surprise there given the potential for profit-gathering…”
Nami had a dreamy look on her face, “Can you blame me? Nakaba doesn’t even have a hope of taking top place. But I can still clean up making use of him.”

Nakaba was more than a bit confused by the words coming out from the two Straw Hat females’ nicely shaped lips but he was also feeling drowsy and fatigued and he let himself drift off into drunken slumber upon Robin’s warm comfy lap rather than address them.