Guys can't what!?

Two small sailboats moved smoothly across the glass like water of the East Blue. They were lightly lashed together and the scene was one of serenity, almost domesticy.

Nami sat cross-legged in the larger craft, carefully darning a tattered straw hat. Leaning over the railing of the small boat Luffy watched her with all the angst of a mother watching her child getting stitched up.

Behind Nami Ranma was also sitting cross-legged on the decking, but unlike Nami she was nude, with a pile of hand-me-down clothing stacked next to her waiting for their turn with Nami’s needle. The back of Ranma’s hands were resting on her knees and her thumb and pinkie finger were pressed against each other as she meditated. It went without saying that her hairless pubic mound and the tight little slit that split it was on full display.

It was impossible for Ranma to get any sort of benefit from the sort of physical activity she could do on a small boat, so she was focusing on her inner-strength via meditating. She needed to learn to channel her chi better if she wanted to level her ability up much further. There was only so much you could do with pure physical training. And there was one other thing motivating her. She was hopeful that she might be able to control her curse to some extent by mastering the chi flows in her body. She could already, if she had enough warning, shrug off the effects of a splash of water, but she had to be fully aware it was coming in time to focus, and it was only good to prevent a simple splash changing her. She was sure she could do much better.

Ranma wasn’t dumb enough to think she could cure herself, and truthfully wasn’t really interested in that. But Nami had remarked earlier that she would kill for a hot bath, and had promised to take a good stiff scrub brush to Ranma who badly needed it. She’s made a point of wrinkling her nose in disgust at the odor coming from the smaller girl. Which was unfair. Ranma had spent several minutes swimming alongside the boats to wash off the worst of the grime that had coated her when the house she had been standing on got blasted.

Ranma’s goal was to get enough control to keep hot water from triggering her curse for long enough to survive a hot bath or shower with Nami.

If Nami had been a guy that would have meant five or ten minutes top, and Ranma was pretty sure she could pull that off, maybe. But Nami was a girl, so Ranma figured she’d better master the technique to the point where she could spend at least two hours in a hot bath without changing. A side effect of the training was to strengthen her chi pathways. Hopefully she could get it to the point where she didn’t have to fear accidental splashings. Though that was a lot less rare with hot water than cold. If Ranma had tried to stay male on a sailboat for instance she’d have collapsed from mental stress before the first day was over. It seemed that not five minutes could go by without Ranma catching some ocean spray in the face. It was almost as if the water was teasing her, telling her to not even think about living as a male while she was sailing on it.

Well the joke was on the ocean. Ranma had no interest in living as a boy. Life was too complicated, too hard, required too much thought, as a boy. Being a girl and Nami’s property was a vacation at a tropical paradise in comparison.

It was debatable if Ranma would have felt the same way if her status was not one hundred percent under her control. She could turn the tables on Nami in an instant if she were inclined. But that would be a stupid thing to do. If she was the one in charge she’d have to handle all the boring details involved in simply living. Let Nami do the scut work, Ranma would relax and enjoy this wonderful new thing called sex she had just discovered.

Seen from a certain, twisted, point of view, Nami was Ranma’s ****. She just didn’t know it.

“Yes!” Luffy carolled in joy as Nami handed his hat to him across the narrow band of water that separated the two boats. He poked at his hat where the rip had been, and panicked when his finger went through it.

“Don’t go putting holes in the thing I just fixed!” Nami yelled, poking Luffy in the forehead with the needle in her hand.”

“Ah! Don’t poke me with a needle!” Luffy complained even as he watched anxiously as Nami mended his hat, again.

“I don’t have any choice! I can’t hurt you with a punch!” Nami yelled at him.

“Heh, heh,” Luffy chortled as he grabbed his cheeks and pulled until the sides of his face were about two feet apart. “That’s cause I’m a rubber man.”

Ranma cracked open an eye to stare at the display. She was still wrapping her mind around the idea of Devil fruits. She saw Buggy in action when he’d sexualy molested Nami, but she hadn’t known what was going on. Which just went to show how scary his power was. Luffy on the other hand had been only too happy to demonstrate his nature. It was freaky enough watching him stretch a cheek, or extend an arm or leg, but the most disturbing demonstration was when he was taking a piss over the side of the boat alongside Zoro, the swordsman, and had won the pissing contest by yanking his cock until it stretched nearly three feet in length and did a good imitation of a fire hose.

Ranma was still getting her head around the idea that she would eventually get fucked by a guy, seeing Luffy’s display did not help. But, Ranma would be lying if she said she wasn’t curious about it would feel to fuck Luffy if he got playful and experimental.

Ranma was a bit curious about Zoro as well. He might not be a rubber man, but his cock was a good eight inches, when soft, and as thick as her wrist. He was also as strong as fuck. It made Ranma realize that Luffy’s claim that cabin girls needed to be one of the strongest members of the crew might not just be a bumper sticker concept. Taking care of Luffy and Zoro was daunting to contemplate. Having to relieve the sexual tension of an entire pirate crew? Fuck yeah, a girl would have to something special to handle that.

“There!” Nami said, throwing Luffy’s hat across to him. “Put a hole in it again and you can fix it yourself!”

“Sweet! Thank’s Nami. You’re the best navigator ever. Can I fuck Ranma now?”

“No! I’m not your fucking navigator, and Ranma isn’t your cabin girl. We’re just traveling with you.

“Meany, poopy head!” Luffy retorted, pouting like a four year old denied a treat.

“How long till we get to the grand line?” Ranma asked.

“It’s not that easy. We need a bigger ship. These boats wouldn't survive five minutes on that ocean. We’re going to have to get a proper one before we can even think of going to the Grand Line. We’re close to Syrup Island. We’ll stop there and see if we can find one. We should have enough money.”

Nami shot Luffy a dirty look. “We would have had enough for sure if a certain someone hadn’t left half of my treasure behind at Orange Town.”

“Eh, it was their money,” an unrepentant Luffy said as he picked his nose and examined the results before flicking them into the ocean.

Ranma grinned as Nami just nearly spontaneously combusted at Luffy’s words. She wasn’t Nabiki, but Ranma could get a lot of pleasure out of picturing Nami as the other mercenary girl. She was also happy to have discovered that for all of Luffy's claims of being a pirate he was one of the good guys. That made the idea of getting fucked by him a lot more palatable.

“What are you grinning at?” Nami snapped at Ranma. “Get over here!” she ordered the red-head as she pulled her watertight stationary kit out of her go bag.

“Lay across my lap!” Nami snapped when Ranma came over and gave her an inquiring look.

Ranma obeyed, curious as to what Nami had in mind. Actually, it was more anticipation than curiosity. The last time Nami had taken control of her like this she’d been introduced to the pleasure of sexual release. Needless to say she was far from **** to put herself in the other girl’s hand.”

“No fair! How could you get to use the cabin girl and not me?” Luffy pouted.

“Shut up, you! I’m not using her. I’m marking her as my property!” Nami snapped at Luffy as she opened up her stationary set and set it on Ranma’s back.

“Don’t you dare move!” Nami told Ranma as she spilled some **** on the small of Ranma’s back and sterilized her skin with a small bit of cotton.

Ranma had flinched at the cold feeling of the wipe, but stilled at Nami’s order. She felt a familiar tension forming in her belly, and a warm wet feeling between her legs as she surrendered herself to Nami.

Nami used one of her drafting pens to trace a stylized outline of her name just above the curve of Ranma’s ass. She dropped a small dollop of ink onto Ranma’s back, before using a needle to **** the ink into Ranma’s skin as she carefully followed the lines she had traced on Ranma’s body. “I salvaged you. You belong to me until I decide to sell you!” Nami told Ranma in a don’t-dare-argue-with-me, tone of voice. "Now stay still! I don't want my property marred by a lousy tattoo."

Ranma was too busy clenching her pussy as she became more and more aroused to worry about the fact that Nami’s words flew in the face of what she’d told her the first time they met.

“I’ll buy her!” Luffy called out. He pawed through his pockets. “I have a interesting looking stone, and some string, also some gum I haven’t chewed yet.”

"What are you, six?" Zoro asked in a laconic voice from where he was sitting against the side of the ship's rail, his eyes closed and his swords across his lap.

“No way! Nami answered Luffy in a detached voice as she focused on her work. "You’d need at least a hundred-million berries.” She had several different colors available to her and she used them all to make the pattern as decorative as possible. After all Ranma was the key to One Piece. That made her the second most valuable object in existence. And she belonged to Nami. The treasure hungry girl had a small orgasm just from imagining the wealth and freedom owning Ranma represented.

“Stingy,” Luffy pouted.

Zoro cracked open an eye and took in the situation. He shifted his hips slightly to ease the strain in his pants. It had been a long time since he’d unloaded his balls into a girl. The last one had been a waitress with a bounty on her head. He hadn’t even been hunting her. He'd just gone into a diner she was working in as a waitress and she assumed he was there for her head. He didn’t even know who she was. But she offered him a different sort of head, and to buy him his dinner. He had happily eaten a good steak, washed down with lots of beer, while she sucked a half-dozen loads out of his balls while kneeling under the table.

Zoro had never been big on recreational sex. He treated the necessity of getting his balls drained in the same way he ate his meals, he was just taking care of his needs. No need to make a big production out of it. He had always regarded guys who went in raptures over this or that girl, or this or that cut of meat, as making a big deal over nothing. Booze, well booze was another matter. Nothing could beat a fine bottle of booze. But even there Zoro didn’t concern himself with intangibles. As long as it went down smooth and filled his belly with heat, it was good booze.

But then he had seen Ranma take out those three pirates. The pirates themselves were jokes. Even wounded as he was he could have laid them out with an empty scabbard. But the way Ranma had done it had drawn his attention. He hadn’t seen her hands move. Just enough of a flicker to know they had. And she hadn’t directly touched the trio of pirates. She'd put them down with just wind-pressure. He could do something similar with the wind shear from his blades, but there was a lot more leverage and mechanical advantage going on there. To get that much **** from a punch that traveled only a few inches was incredible. She just might be durable enough that he could indulge in something more than passively letting himself get milked.

“Say, Nami. Why are cabin girls so important?” Ranma asked, as she relaxed under the stimulation of the pinpricks poking her over and over again in the small of the back. Her head was resting on her crossed arm while her ass was lifted up by Nami’s thighs.

“Where were you raised? Wait, forget I asked that! Still. That’s so basic I’m surprised they didn’t teach you. If a man goes too long without draining his balls they can swell and become infected. Not a pretty situation. Before cabin girls became a thing ships didn’t dare sail more than a few days from a port. Getting blown of course and trapped at sea for a month was the stuff of nightmares. Even today you’ll find a few sailors who were **** to cut off their balls in order to survive. Discovering that cabin girls could solve the problem was right up there with discovering that limes prevent scurvy.”

Ranma lifted her head and twisted around to look at Nami. Which earned her a hard swat on the ass and an order to stay still. She settled back down. “Why the fuck don’t they just jerk off!” she asked, incredulous at the stupidity of what she’d just heard.

“Jerk off? What’s that? Is it anything like jerked chicken?” Luffy asked.

“You know. Spank the monkey, cuff the carrot, burping the worm.” Dead silence greeted her sentence. “Seriously. Using your hand on your dick to cum!”

“Whoever told you that was possible?” Nami asked, contempt in her voice at the idea of someone feeding a girl such a fairy tale. Fuck, are you sure you’re eighteen?” You’re not some kid who ate a devil fruit and only looks like an adult are you.?”

“Fuck you! I’m eighteen!”

“Then how the hell don’t you know the basic facts of life. Guys can only cum when some girl smears her saliva or sexual lubrication over the tip of his dick and adds some nice friction to rub it in.”

“Yeah. Even I knew that. Boy, are you stupid,” Luffy teased.

Ranma was sure they were trying to play her for a fool, but all three of them were looking at her as if she was ‘special’. Suddenly so many weird things about this weird world made sense. What the fuck sort of god had created this place?