Clothes Shopping in Goa [pt.I]

We sailed westward along the coast toward Goa, the capital of the Goa Kingdom, looming ahead like a giant sprawled out on a sunlit plateau. Its stone walls and high towers were impressive, even more so to a lad like me who'd spent most of his life seeing nothing grander than the local tavern back home.

Goa, the city so nice they named it... once, I guess. Made sense; if you're living in the Goa Kingdom and you say you're heading to Goa, well, folks know you're talking about the big cheese, not some roadside shack.

Our arrival was a shift from quaint Foosha Village into the bustling heart of the kingdom that claimed every inch of the island, a place dripping with grandeur, luxury, and undeniable decadence. The capital stretched wide before us, its towering white walls enclosing glittering palaces, tidy streets, and elegantly dressed people going about their business with noses tilted high in disdain for anyone they considered beneath them.

Our modest ship slipped quietly into the busy harbor, joining the array of merchant vessels and noble yachts lined up neatly at the docks. As we disembarked, the contrast between Alvida’s skimpy attire and the citizens' refined clothing was immediately obvious. But my earlier manipulation of normality had made Alvida's casual nudity entirely normal to her, even though the gazes we drew suggested that Goa City's people hadn't gotten the memo just yet.

She strode confidently down the gangplank beside me, hips swaying seductively, her smooth skin gleaming enticingly under the bright midday sun. Her ample curves bounced gently with every step, barely contained by Makino’s overmatched bra and panties that were barely more than decoration at this point. Every passing eye was drawn helplessly to her near-naked perfection, and my cock stirred with pride knowing she was mine, mine to control, mine to flaunt, and mine to fuck.

As we sauntered into the bustling heart of Goa, every sway of her hips seemed to hypnotize passersby; men's jaws slackened and women’s eyes narrowed in envy at the sight of her voluptuous form.

We hadn’t gotten far before a stuffy-looking soldier in crisp white-and-blue uniform stepped forward, blustering his attempt at authority even while his eyes roved uncontrollably over Alvida’s ample, bouncing tits.

“Miss, you- uh... you really must put some proper clothing on!” he stammered out, clearly torn between duty and lustful admiration. “This kind of attire... it's entirely inappropriate!”

Alvida sneered, already preparing to shred him verbally, but I decided to handle this with a little more finesse—and a lot more of my kind of fun.

“Stop joking, guy,” I said casually, my voice dripping with effortless power. “You’re here to compliment my lady. That’s normal. Say your piece and move on.”

Warmth bathed my ears and I felt the situation shift around us, the guard's intentions bending effortlessly to my casual declaration. Instantly, the soldier’s rigid posture relaxed, and his expression softened into admiration rather than scolding.

“Ah, yes, of course!” He cleared his throat, suddenly smiling warmly at Alvida, a touch of genuine awe softening his previously stern features. “You look absolutely stunning, Miss! A true vision. Welcome to Goa City!”

Alvida smiled indulgently, her eyes narrowing slightly in amusement. “Well, that’s more like it.”

The soldier marched off proudly, and I laughed softly, shaking my head. Alvida leaned into me, her heavy breasts pressing deliciously into my arm as we continued along.

“You see that, Alvida?” I teased. “My power’s even winning over the law around here.”

She chuckled darkly, eyes glittering with lustful appreciation. “It’s certainly handy,” she purred, slipping her arm tightly through mine again. “But maybe you should make it normal for me to borrow some of your blandness, but only sometimes... like when we're holding hands, or something."

“Relax,” I murmured, sliding my hand around her waist to firmly grab her flawless left butt cheek. The warm, silky smoothness of her skin made my cock stir immediately, but I stayed calm as I imposed yet another reality-shifting rule on the city’s populace. “It’s normal for people to pay no more attention to Alvida than to me when I’m grabbing her ass. Just a normal couple.”

Another gentle shiver rippled through the air around us, reshaping perceptions instantaneously. Immediately, the stares faded, replaced by indifferent glances from passersby. They barely noticed the gorgeous woman strutting basically naked beside me, her luscious ass cradled possessively in my palm. We had become just another normal couple, completely unremarkable in their eyes.

“See?” I whispered, squeezing her ass appreciatively. “Just a normal couple. Now we can shop in peace.”

Alvida chuckled softly, her dark eyes flashing with excitement. “You’re getting good at this.”

“Just getting started,” I promised, grinning wickedly. “Now, let’s see what Goa City has to offer.”

Despite my statement as we continued ever on through this utter monster of a city I couldn't help but point out the fair number of clothing shops we were passing by. I didn't mind following along with Alvida's fashion obsessions but couldn't we get it over with sooner rather than later?

"This is Town Center," she scoffed, a hint of disdain in her tone. "Clothes here are for commoners. And don't even suggest Edge Town; that's a dive only suitable for peasants." Her gaze then settled on the elevated, opulent area of the city enclosed by high walls. "There," she pointed with a commanding gesture, "That's High Town. That's where we'll find attire worthy of this," she motioned grandly to her body, "fabulous new form."

"What are you talking about?" I frowned with confusion, "I thought this was one big city. How come there are a bunch of different towns?"

“Listen, Tsujo, try not to be such a tiny-island bumpkin, alright?,” Alvida snapped, swaying her hips deliberately as we walked. “This place ain’t all fancy dresses and powdered wigs. It’s a cesspool dressed up nice. Rich folks behind walls, common folk groveling at their heels, and garbage dumps full of poor bastards who don’t even count as people.”

I squeezed her cheek appreciatively, sliding my fingertips deeper along her smooth, warm crack. “Sounds charming. So, what, we gonna rob 'em blind? Stir some trouble?”

She laughed sharply, “Not so fast, lover. If you wanna last more than an hour in Goa City, you gotta understand who’s who. See these fancy assholes with their noses turned up at us? Those’re the nobles. They’ll stab each other in the back over a shiny spoon or a fancy title. Beneath them, you got the normal suckers, the ones running shops or playing soldier for crumbs from the big boys. They keep this city running while pretending they ain’t just slaves in nicer outfits.”

She jerked her chin back towards where we'd come from by the docks, full of grimier buildings. “Down there’s Edge Town, full of thieves, murderers, and scumbags. Now those are my kind of people. They got balls—not as big as yours, obviously, but enough to get the job done.”

I chuckled, squeezing her supple ass again. “Sounds like you'd fit right in.”

“Damn right,” Alvida growled, eyes gleaming with pirate pride. “But even Edge Town looks like paradise next to Gray Terminal, the kingdom’s dumping ground." she cast her arms out to the edges of the city on the landward sides, "Poor fuckers living in actual garbage, treated worse than rats. If you ain’t careful, you’ll end up there quick as you please. Or dead.”

“You’re making Goa sound lovely,” I said sarcastically, punctuating my point by slipping two fingers deeper between her cheeks. She gasped softly, leaning closer with a throaty purr.

Her disdain for the aristocrats was as raw as the edge of a cutlass. "They think because they've got fancy titles, they're better than us. Strip 'em of their jewels, and they’re no different from the cutthroats on the seas, worse, because they pretend they're not."

Alvida’s insights weren’t just educational; they were a pirate’s sharp critique of a city dressed up in civility yet drowning in its own deceit. "They’ve got their knights and nobles, sure," she finished, her lips curling into a sneer, "but give me a loyal crew and the open sea any day. At least there, you know who’s aiming to stab you in the back."

With my hand still claiming her backside as we navigated the crowded streets, the locals seemed oblivious to our presence, caught up in their daily routines. The guards continued their patrol, and the rich continued their strut, all while I kept a firm grip on the most notorious and appealing pirate to grace these streets.

The boutique she finally selected was painfully fancy, all marble and polished wood, filled with racks of elegant suits, dresses, and accessories that glittered quietly under soft lighting. Alvida swept inside first, still strutting confidently in Makino’s undersized underwear like she owned the place, drawing an immediate gasp of shock from the proprietor.

The man, Vincent according to the delicate gold nameplate pinned neatly to his silk vest, visibly flinched at our entrance, his thin mustache twitching indignantly. He took one look at us, me in my rough sailor’s clothes, Alvida in her barely-there panties and bra, and his mouth puckered like he'd just sucked on a lemon.

"Excuse me," Vincent sniffed haughtily, stepping forward with his hands clasped primly in front of him, "I believe you might have confused my establishment for some...less discriminating establishment."

"Watch your tone," Alvida snapped, eyes narrowing dangerously, her hips thrust forward in open challenge. "Your shop is exactly what we need."

Vincent’s eyes bulged at her unabashedly displayed curves, clearly scandalized yet unable to look away. "Madam, I must insist-"

I'd had enough. My cockiness surged, and I flashed Vincent a casual grin. "Vincent, it's perfectly normal for you to realize that dressing a beauty like Alvida is the best advertising your shop could ever get. You’re so impressed by her body you'll give her anything she wants for free."

Vincent's mouth opened as if to argue, but immediately his eyes glazed slightly. Then he blinked rapidly, looking at Alvida as if seeing her for the first time. "My goodness," he breathed, suddenly reverent. "Madam, please accept my apologies! It's clear you could make even rags look like royal attire. Please, let me outfit you at no cost."

"Better," Alvida purred smugly, "but let's focus on my partner first. He needs an outfit that screams his pirate name: Iron Cock Tsujo."

Vincent raised his eyebrows, glancing skeptically toward me. "Iron Cock…?"

"Exactly," she drawled, eyes glinting mischievously. "Bold, powerful, commanding attention. Something that announces his manhood loud and clear."

"Ah," the shopkeeper nodded slowly, color rising in his cheeks. "Certainly. Right away."

He circled me, pulling fine things from the racks, none of it rough or cheap, all crisp and smooth to the touch. He tugged a pale blue shirt over my head, light but fitted at the chest and arms, collar left open. For my legs, he picked out dark trousers, soft and neat but strong enough for a fight. The boots were tall and polished, nothing like the battered ones I’d worn aboard ship, but sturdy underfoot. He knotted a dark sash around my waist, letting the end hang at my hip.

Alvida walked slowly around me, appraising every inch. "Better. But it needs a statement piece. Something blue as well. Not a coat, something sharp, like a proper pirate’s vest. Open at the front, expensive, nothing a marine would wear."

The shopkeeper hurried off and returned moments later with a striking blue vest trimmed in silver. I slipped it on, feeling the weight and cut fit just right across my chest and shoulders.

"Hmm… Yes. That's the look," Alvida said, her eyes sweeping over me with approval. "The color suits you. Goes well with those earrings, too."

"These earrings are never coming off," I said firmly. "Luckiest thing I've ever found."

"Lucky indeed," she agreed. "Let's finalize your look then." Turning sharply to the shopkeeper, she rattled off a number of additions in various colors.

I rolled my eyes at the addition of her favorite pink but I found myself not minding for some reason.

"At once, Madam," he responded eagerly, almost reverently.

Alvida nodded, satisfied. "One more thing. Those pants need special consideration." Her gaze fell deliberately to my crotch. "His cock is exceptional. The pants must showcase it, emphasize its presence, and allow easy access."

The shopkeeper sputtered, face turning crimson. "I… uh, I'll fetch measuring tape..."