Around The World [Post Tashigi DLC Update Part 2]

**** written with Namichwan

FOOSHA VILLAGE

Goa Kingdom stretched across the entirety of Foosha Island. In the grand scheme of the world, this nation was practically non-existent in terms of importance. Locally, however, this small nation had a lot of power. They were a major contributor through trade to the economy and political structures of every nearby island nation. The Stoppiu Republic was nothing of the sort, a harsh dictatorship upon the Archipelago of Poocho which was ruled over by a tyrant Princep whose votes were ensured by his ruthless centurions.

A frozen war was the natural state between these two nation-states. While Goa Kingdom had many resources in its vast land, the island known for its rich farmland and advanced agriculture techniques, the Stoppiu Republic had a greater array of military strength as well as a more servile populace. Violent conflicts out in the open had been regular only sixty years before, now such **** was virtually unheard of thanks to the new ‘Peace Treaty’ that took effect thirty years ago.

It was in this milieu that the Stoppiu Republic Master Spy Loid Forger arrived on Foosha Island. A handsome man with short blond hair, blue eyes, and light skin. He is quite tall, has an athletic build, and has big ears. His exact age is unknown, although his history and appearance point to him being in his late twenties.

This spy lived and operated within his kingdom’s borders and was able to blend right into the population by pretending to be an ordinary citizen. He had to be, of course. The world he inhabited was fraught with intense dangers, powerful people, and a fascist government who had a stranglehold on the world. It was clear his allegiance needed to lie with Monkey D. Dragon in order to let him sleep at night, so Loid had signed up for the Revolutionary Army years ago, his allegiance to the vile Onyx Princeps Brock merely one more shroud to conceal his true purpose.

Goa Kingdom’s precarious position in the face of this nearby military powerhouse meant that the royal family had turned to the unseemly use of assassins to defend their rule. There were several groups and organizations dedicated to killing whoever they deemed fit as threats to the royal family. Yor was one such operative. She was an extremely attractive and fairly tall young woman with fair skin, long black hair, and upturned red eyes. She splits her hair into two parts and crosses it over her head, securing it with a headband and forming two thick locks of hair that reach below her chest.

At this very moment, Loid and Yor were quite ignorant of each other's true roles even as they played at a different set of roles to further their own ends, a young newlywed couple on their way to start a new life together in the capitol.

Their wagon trundled along the dirt path that wound around the rough hills that separated the great city from the vast plains of the southern part of the island. They chatted idly about their hopes and dreams, Yor with a cheerful naivety and Loid with precise statements chosen with care.

"My brother has been so relieved lately." Yor was beaming happily. "Truly, thank you for partaking in this ruse, Loid."

He patted her arm, "No need for that, my lady. You are doing me a fine favor. As a married man, my application to the guild will have a far better chance of acceptance. If anything-"

Loid broke off as his utterly keen observation skill pinged. With a flick of the reins he directed the horses to come to a stop even as his hand slipped down closer to the revolver hidden under the wagon's bench. At that exact same moment, his faux wife manifested her **** clumsy nature and managed to fall off the side of the wagon, her wrist somehow evading Loid's own lightning quick hand to catch her. She hit the ground like a bundle of limbs but was on her feet again in less than a moment, holding a somewhat odd pose as a dozen rough-looking men came out of the brush to surround the wagon.

Clutching cudgels and bo staves, even a few swords here and there, the mountain bandits chuckled and guffawed even as they lustfully ogled Yor’s quite exceptionally womanly body. One of them approached the wagon with a leering grin, his grotesque body was both muscular and fat, his immense belly overhanging the fundoshi that marked him as a dedicated swordsmen making him appear almost nude. His hairy chest and arms were huge in another way, muscular enough to wield the buster sword he casually leaned back against his shoulder. A long thick scar ran from his eyebrow to chin and the man wore his hair in long braids.

He grinned an ugly smile, “Well, howdy folks! My name’s Flick! And this here’s my crew. We’re not looking for any trouble, despite our mean looks. Just a little inspection of yer goods and a eensy-weensy toll and you two cuties will be right on your way!”

Loid, the spy didn't feel threatened by this mere rabble of brigands, but Loid the hopeful immigrant was another matter, and he cringed under the would-be hill lord's filthy gaze, "S-sirs, p-please take whatever you need. We are just mere travelers on our way to the city."

The bandits snickered and guffawed at his pathetic begging while a short weasel-looking bandit with a pair of daggers, mentioned, “Hey boss, doesn’t that posh look a bit… Stoppiu?”

The barely clad rotund chief-thug laughed loudly, “Oh? So yer one of those people who got the word about how big Goa Kindgom is and wanna see some REAL Babe Spotter cock tupp your woman, huh?”

He then lumbered over to Yor, reaching out to snatch her arm. Loid's entire world slowed down as he saw everything and readied to act.

However, Yor reacted first, abruptly exploded into a riot of acrobatic movement and Flick was bellowing like an ox as blood sprayed from his broken nose. Half a dozen weapon wielding men closed in. The first few found the woman not fleeing but leaping on to them like an enraged wild-cat even as the deafening cracks of gunfire assaulted their ears as Loid picked off the bandits yet to feel her wrath.

Even as Yor dealt ruthlessly with the bandits who'd foolishly attempted to attack her, her full attention never left her true target. A weedy looking man with cracked glasses who looked entirely out of place in this bandit gang. He was in the back, clutching a spear fearfully, and a flick of one wrist between impacting the solar plexus of one thug and smacking aside a weak thrust of another, sent an assassin's needle right through his left eye to pierce his brain, killing him instantly. This had been the entire reason she'd regretfully manipulated Loid into traveling through this particular bandit gang's territory on their way to the capitol after all.

The evidence to **** the king’s cousin and most loyal supporter would die with the cowardly accountant.

Sometime later found the young couple once more upon the road, drawing very close to Foosha Village and its copious amount of windmills. "You know. I am curious, Yor." Remarked Loid suddenly, "That was very well done. Very few civil secretaries would fare that well against so many violent criminals..."

She glanced up at him coyly, smiling shyly, "I do my best. I've taken a few karate self-defense classes. My brother insisted when he went off to the sea, he's so protective, you see... But thank you for complimenting me. We should be arriving soon, yes?"

He nodded, taking a deep breath before continuing, "There is one thing still bothering me. There was this one fellow in the back. He seemed to have sprouted a needle from his head. Honestly, I don't think he quite belonged in that gang and hardly seemed a threat..."

Yor blushed deeply but answered calmly nonetheless, "Ah, well, I've taken up needle-point. It is a hobby of mine since I enjoy the beauty of art as much as I do the practice of it. I'm so clumsy though, one of my needles slipped out during the melee!"

Loid chuckled, “Oh is that so…”

In Foosha Village there were a multitude of windmills and a pair of large water mills. This small community had a population of only three hundred people, two thirds female.

The majority were fisherfolk or farmers who lived and worked alongside each other in harmony. The village had a very relaxed atmosphere that gave them a peaceful and happy lifestyle despite their meager means. There were no guards posted by any means, and everyone knew their place in the community.

Loid and Yor located an Inn, where they would stay and rest for the evening before making their way to the capitol in the morning.

As Loid stepped inside the modestly sized establishment, he noticed several patrons already seated within, most looking down and munching away on some sort of bread with bits of fruit, nuts, cheese, and vegetables in the middle.

A rather tall woman in the back corner with her hair pulled tightly up onto a high ponytail stood up when she saw him enter, and waved cheerily towards him. It didn't take long for the expert spy to both acquire a room as well as discern every last detail of interest about his target’s life. Marina was her name and she was related to the town’s mayor, a favored niece to the irascible Wood Slap. She had striking light purple eyes, her ample bosom pushed against a simple green blouse while her hips swayed from side to side when she moved about.

Soon enough they, Loid and Yor, were safely ensconced within their room, one bed inside given their official status as husband and wife. Yor quickly slipped out of her outfit before settling onto the bed herself, "My goodness. I'm exhausted after our long journey and all."

He sat down beside her, reaching out with an arm around her shoulder as he began to gently caress her bare shoulders, "You're always so beautiful to me... You know how I love you, don't you?"

She nodded softly, "And I love you as we've decided."

Loid nodded in response, not quite able to believe how perfectly she had fit into his scenario. This woman was going to be the one to help him reach his goal of infiltrating Goa Kingdom's bureaucracy, to become a phony agent of Brock and a true operative of the Revolution.

In the middle of the night, they awoke.

Both Yor and Loid reacted instantly as the door to their room opened to let three individuals in. That reaction was to cast off slumber and to tense without moving a muscle or otherwise giving away their awareness as three people entered the room. One was an elderly man by his gait, the others were young woman by theirs.

They waited patiently until the invaders reached the foot of the bed, then they leapt into action, the blanket blasted off, briefly obscuring their opponents' view. When the blanket had settled fully to the floor, Loid had his hand wrapped tightly about the old man's throat while Yor had a dagger digging into one young lady's abdomen, the other sent to the floor by a sweeping leg.

Loid was the first to speak, "I'm afraid I'm unhappy with the current state of affairs. Would someone enlighten me as to why exactly I and my wife have been attacked?”

The elderly gentleman was **** and coughing as Loid spoke, trying to keep himself alive and awake, "Sir, please! Calm yourself! We mean you no harm!"

The pretty dark green haired lady added, “This is Yamamoto, the village’s Babe Spotter! We’re here to inspect Ms. Yor here…”

Hearing the phrase ‘babe spotter’ instantly alleviated the suspicion of the highly skilled agents, one a spy of the Stoppiu Republic and the other an assassin of the Goa Kingdom, Yor's blade fell away and she held it limply at her side as she smoothly moved back and away from Yamamoto, dipping her head submissively.
"I had no idea!" exclaimed Yor, her smooth cheeks rosy red with embarrassment, "Please! Examine my body as you will!"

Loid released the wizened spotter and swept back as the second woman got to her feet, not interested in the least of drawing attention to himself and his mission by interfering in the lawful inspection of a Babe Spotter. He might have wished that this old fool would have the common sense not to set upon people in the middle of the night and invite unthinking retribution. But this was a provincial bumpkin, what could be expected in a backwater like Foosha Village?

Yor was impassive as the geezer enthusiastically fondled her voluptuous body, the coloring of her cheeks her only concession. Loid felt a disturbing sensation of envy as he watched the gnarled hands grasp his fake wife's breasts from below, lifting them and squeezing them. "Hee hee, these are some hella nice jugs, Who'da thought?"

Loid couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety. He’d obtained Yor as an asset through bare happenstance, that a woman of her beauty would and could be claimed by a wandering Babe Spotter was a risk he’d been **** to accept. It was one of the reasons he’d raced to get her under cover when passing through this farm community. It was just too bad that his intel had not informed him of the town’s resident Babe Spotter or he might have chosen to skip the village and simply camp out in the plain instead.

The elderly spotter began to grope her, tugging her nightgown down as he fondled her bare flesh. Loid sighed, trying to keep his mind on the task at hand. Yor was blushing deeply and twitching fitfully, utterly failing to hide her arousal as the man groped her nether regions.

Soon enough Yor was pushed over onto the bed, her gorgeous well-rounded butt on display with her gown thrown up to bunch upon her back as the spotter hastily slipped out of his robes, revealing his slightly emaciated body as well as his imposing tube of turgid wrist-thick cockmeat that set him apart from more common males.

The Babe Spotter clambered onto the bed behind her and Loid felt a strange thrill of excitement course through his veins as Yor was roughly pulled over by the spotter and bent forward over the bed. Yor was breathing heavily, clearly aroused by the attention and feeling quite embarrassed by it.

But at the same time, Loid’s heart was hurting really badly for some reason. It was as if his heart was being squeezed by the fist of a titan. He couldn’t decide why he felt this way. A Babe Spotter was about to seed a woman, there was nothing out of the ordinary about that.

It was a fact of nature.

That's how things work.

Yor moaned, “Ahh!Haa-a- Yes!” She writhed underneath the bony spotter, thrusting her full breasts into the air as she arched her back, jiggling the buoyant sacs of fat wildly as Yamamoto pushed his way inside of her, eliciting a long drawn out moan from the beautiful woman. Loid couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of arousal and disgust as he watched Yor writhe and moan in pleasure, her legs shaking beneath the weight of the old man's thrusting hips.

Never once had Loid lost track of the fourth and fifth occupants of the room, a pretty greenette whose role in this situation was made clear by her outfit as well as the company she kept. A claimed Babe: her top was nothing special, a green plaid blouse unbuttoned enough to reveal plentiful cleavage. But her hips, pussy, and long legs were exposed, clad in only a lacy black garter belt and stockings, no panties to speak of. She sidled up to him, "Excuse me, sir. While you are watching your lady have sex, shouldn’t you rub it and enjoy yourself?"

On his other side, a purplette, her epaulet bearing jacket marking her as some sort of Marine Officer, her expansive and excessive cleavage revealing her as the Spotter's second Babe, "You want your wife to enjoy herself, right? Then masturbate!"

Loid blinked slowly, his eyes taking in everything in slow motion as he cast his gaze between the greenette and purplette. He felt his face flush, his stomach churning as the Marine smiled seductively and placed her soft palm on his crotch, rubbing him through his trousers. He looked back down at Yor, still writhing ecstatically beneath the spotter as the elderly man fucked her relentlessly. He turned his gaze back to the greenette girl, who was now sliding her fingers along his length.

Loid's erection throbbed painfully inside of his pants at her touch, his hips bucking up involuntarily. He glanced at Yor again, unable to look away from her lewd antics as she continued to squirm and moan beneath Yamamoto's ****. The old man seemed oblivious to anything else happening outside of the confines of the bed, continuing to pound away at Yor with a fervor born of desperation and lust.
“Here I thought the Marines had better things to do than f-fiddling with my junk,’ Loid huffed. His dick annoyingly pulsing from the touch of the two half way through his growl and throwing his tempo off.

The purplette shot him a glance before returning to the infidelity in front of her, “Not Marines anymore,” She admitted with a half shrug, ‘Left that life behind us when we saw something better.”

Loid could see her eyes tracking Yamamoto’s package up and down as it slammed mercilessly into Yor’s unstretched cunt. The Marine sighed happily while reaching her non-teasing hand down subconsciously to lightly pet her dripping pussy.

“I was all ready to become a Marine cumrag before I found my Spotter,” The other woman smiled, also acting rather wistful and distant while they both imagined the spotter fucking their pussies instead of Yor’s. “I thought it was the highest honor of a female. To give relief to the brave men who give their lives everyday to protect the balance of our world. But…” Her fingers coiled around Loid’s penis a little harder, almost like she was comparing to something else, “...but how could I deny my duty as a woman if I didn’t give myself to a superior specimen? As soon as I saw a penis that could breed, I knew I had to be his. How could I live knowing there was someone who could give ME pleasure? While also being a breeding stock for his idyllic offspring…” She devolved into mumbling rants at this point, barely focusing on the world around her. Just wide eyed staring with pure lust at the erotic cockening in front of her, drooling and twitching to herself while her hand also ran on autopilot while feeling up Yor’s ‘husband’.

So not Marines. That made Loid feel a little better, he didn’t have to betray his ideals to keep this charade up. Another thing he could thank Yamamoto for… wait, another thing? Loid hadn’t thought about it but, he was feeling pretty grateful for this Babe Spotter plowing his faux wife. It shouldn’t make sense, since he barely knew Yor, but right now his dick felt amazing and the expression on Yor’s face was certainly something he’d remember as a non-babe spotter for quite a while…

Her smooth porcelain cheeks were rosy with passion as she clasped tightly around her pillow as the venerable old Spotter gave her the 'prone bone' his pelvis clapping against the heart shaped swells of her ass. She looked this way and Loid read her silent message as she seemed to gaze right at his bulging groin.

The hand he could see twisted, curled into a fist, and made that tell-tale gesture that all men recognized: a polite request 'Please sir, fap and increase my pleasure'.'

Loid took note of Yor's obvious embarrassment about making such a request of him but he would not deny her, nodding silently. There was a contract between them, she had agreed to aid him in his task and he had to hers. And even though he wasn't exactly comfortable himself, Loid did owe Yor. Under false pretenses but nonetheless, she'd agreed to play his wife and make the completion of his mission possible. So despite how weird and awkward this whole scene was making him feel with his complete lack of informative dossiers for the strange individuals around him, he reached down through the grasping Babe hands to extract his member from his pants.

The former-Marine Babe purred as she conceitedly patted his left buttock, "There's a good boy... Make her feel nice and good..."
He ignored her even as the other Babe, her appearance and demeanor marking her as little more than the local village stock, leaned into his other side and cooed against his chest while watching the show contentedly.

He pumped his hand, smoothly catching the copious precum leaking from the tip to lubricate the warm friction of his strokes.

Yor let out a quiet whimper, looking at him with what appeared to be deep gratitude as he continued to stroke himself while gazing down at her writhing form. The spotter grunted and groaned loudly as he pounded away at Yor, the bed creaking as the elderly man hammered away at the young woman with abandon.

"Mmmmmm," Yor moaned softly, arching her back as best she could under the intense pounding of the aged male organ. She gripped the sheets tightly as her toes curled and her arms trembled, her head falling back helplessly as she threw her head back in ecstasy. "Ohhh yes, oh please don't stop!" She gasped, biting her lip as she begged for more. "Harder, faster, deeper!"

She was practically screaming for it, pleading with the old man to fuck her hard and fast and fill her womb with his potent seed.

The fairly homely old man, his face not unlike some wrinkly monkey's, hooted with glee at her cries even as he slapped her buttocks as if she were a mere sow. He finally seemed to take notice of Loid's presence again and chortled, eyes flashing with delight, “Alright…… Boy, look carefully okay? This woman, I’ll make sure to satisfy her plenty….. Wahaha, just watch while rubbing your thing over there!”

Loid nodded dumbly, playing his assigned role perfectly, trying to ignore the odd sensations running through him as he stared at Yor's naked body wracked by the brutal lovemaking of the virile old man. Fat cock slapping wetly against Yor's tender flesh, his balls swinging loosely within their sack as he pistoned furiously inside of her. Yor's eyes rolled back as she screamed in bliss, her voice cracking audibly as she climaxed again and again. Her pussy spasmed around his shaft as he plunged deeply into her, shivering uncontrollably as her orgasm washed over.

Loid ejaculated while watching Yor's lewd climaxing expression as well as the view of the Spotter's big shaft sliding wildly in and out of the pink folds of Yor's cunt. His sperm sprayed in rapid spurts, the sticky fluid coating the wood floor as his penis jerked repeatedly until every drop had been squeezed from him. The Babes beside him delighted in his display, laughing and pointing at his messy work.

The village Babe asked him, "Can you go again? Yamamoto's not near finished yet."

He knew he couldn’t. Not so soon anyway. Though he was still in the maddening throws of his post nut, Loid tried his unreactive cock by flopping it repeatedly in his hand. Only managing to empty out more pitiful dribbles onto the floor from whence he’d fapped.

“Gahaha!” The babe spotter chortled, stopping his **** to bury himself fully inside a twitching Yor. “Pretty boy can’t even go twice!” He mocked, pointing an accusatory finger and prompting his babes to laugh in tandem with him. After a few moments of laughing and flopping, Yamamoto shrugged in near-sympathy (while also remembering his job of ‘executive Babe Spotter for newlyweds’). “C’mon husband. Why don’t you rest that thing onto your wife’s forehead. Maybe if you can feel how hot she is it’ll awaken your little friend again.”

Nodding at the orders, Loid got up and waddled over to his faux wife. Yor barely even registered him, the soft begging to get Yamamoto to continue was the only noises from her mouth as the penis slapped down lightly onto her forehead. Yamamoto was right, the absolute intense heat radiating from Yor was enough to make Loid fear for her safety. The pulsing madness of the brunette certainly felt erotic to the revolutionary, especially when the Babe Spotter began his **** again.

“YEESSSS!” Yor hissed under him, scrambling her hands to grip tightly on the wrists of her current lover. “M-MMORE PLEASSSSEEE!!!!!”
The pumps… it could almost make Loid imagine what it would be like to be inside a woman. Such a powerful rocking motion even as he just rested upon her brow. Sweaty yet so soft, especially when his testicles lightly grazed her cheek. It was certainly enough to get the man hard again, slowly rising his dick until his full hardness was present again.

“There ya go! Now you can get back ta wankin’ again!” Yamamoto laughed, extracting his cock just far enough to be able to scoop up a lot of Yor juice from in and around their sex. With his now wet hand, he threw the liquid at Loid’s junk. “There, some lube for ya. Compliments of your wife’s favorite sex partner.”

“FAVORITE!” Yor seemed to hammer home, delirious on her orgasms and parroting to encourage more sex. “FFFUCK HARDER!” She roared. A scary side to her coming out in her eyes that made Yamamoto a smidgen nervous. Until he began slamming onto her cervix again and the mewling cat Yor reappeared.

Loid was happy to feel the warm liquid of Yor’s pussy as he once more fapped to her. This time much closer to her face as the throws of heat and passion got to him as well. He’d gotten his second wind, but this close was still so arousing he needed to try and calm himself. When had Yor gotten to him in this way? She was sexy but Loid had never consciously thought it until he’d seen this spotter making her into a woman. It was so damned hot, but he really hoped he could just hold on until the Babe Spotter’s climax.

It was a good forty minutes before the Babe Spotter reached his climax and filled Yor's battered womb with his fertile cum. In that same time, the master spy and elite agent codenamed 'Twilight' managed to achieve a couple more orgasms, the solidness of his member and the productivity of his testicles lessening with each one.

Yor was exhausted after enduring the long session of sex with the aging stud and she drifted off to sleep even as the similarly tired spotter casually left the room without a stitch of clothing on, his Babes swiftly gathering his things before following after him. Loid carefully set about securing the room and watching out the window to see the Spotter entering the tavern across the street with his women. He supposed that was the fellow's home, perhaps there were living quarters in the back of the structure.

Given the the lateness of the hour and the age of the spotter, Loid imagined he'd be sleeping in late. Still, he resolved to leave early to reduce any chance of encountering the man again, leaving no opportunity for him to claim Yor as his Babe.

He joined his 'wife' in bed feeling quite satisfied with the encounter. With the catastrophic mission-kill potential avoided, they'd both received the much needed stress relief of orgasmic release. Very fortuitous for their last stop before they reached the capitol and his true mission began.

The next morning as the 'newlywed' couple rode out of the village on their way to the capital, Yor hummed and softly caressed her stomach, "I feel pregnant."

Loid smiled pleasantly at his wife, "No doubt. Despite that Spotter's age, I counted 23 different women at various stages of pregnancy and that little village was full of children." He even felt a bit of gratitude for the old idiot as his cover would be even more iron-clad with a child to complete the picture perfect family.

"Mmm… what should we name her?"

"Her?"

"I've been told of mother's intuition. I feel oddly sure of it."

"How about Anya?"