Jango's Fuck Carnival [pt. Climax]

Nami possessed the eye of a master cartographer. She could gauge the exact distance to a coastline, chart the hidden curves of a treacherous reef, and estimate the sheer weight of a gold haul with a single, practiced glance. Tonight, the hypnosis hadn't dulled that mapmaker's eye. It had simply repurposed it. She had spent the last few hours expertly surveying the plaza, using her elite spatial awareness to mentally log the exact inches, girth, and angle of every hard dick that crossed her line of sight, constantly charting the most profitable route through the sea of men.

That was why she saw the cock before she saw the clown.

Ten inches. Fat. Juicy. Hard. A genuine landmark. The biggest she had mapped all night so far.

The open plaza heaved around them, a broad basin of naked bodies fucking in every direction. Men bent women over benches, women rode strangers on the cobbles, couples stumbled through the fountain spray, and the golden pillars around the square flashed with wet skin every time the mirror ball swung its light across them. The whole island had become a single obscene machine of hips, mouths, hands, and groans.

Then Nami looked up and saw blue hair, smeared clown paint, and that ridiculous round red nose.

Buggy saw her at the same time.

His eyes widened. Hers narrowed.

“You,” they said together.

For one sharp second, Orange Town came roaring back. Treasure. Cannon fire. Stolen maps. Luffy’s idiocy. Nami running with Buggy’s loot. Buggy’s severed body parts tied up and useless while he shrieked in absolute fury.

Buggy’s face curled with disgusted delight.

“Well, look at you,” he said, his eyes dragging down her sticky, flushed body. “Still stealing from pirates, Cat Burglar? Or did you just rob the whole plaza with that filthy pussy? I see a hundred guys’ jizz on you.”

Nami scoffed, though her thighs involuntarily tightened at the sight of his massive erection.
“Funny,” she said, glancing down at him. “You still want to fuck it.”

Buggy’s grin twitched.

Her eyes dropped pointedly to his cock. It was slick, angry, and smeared with evidence that definitely was not all his.

“And don’t act clean,” she added. “I can see every hole you’ve been sticking that thing in. There’s other men’s semen on your dick, clown.”

Buggy bristled. “Clown is fine.”

Nami smiled, slow and poisonous. “Big Nose.”

His entire body jolted.

“DON’T SAY THAT!”

The crowd around them moaned, laughed, shouted, and fucked. Nami stepped closer through the wet slap and heat of the plaza, her body sore and greedy, her pride still sharp enough to cut rope.

Buggy’s cock twitched. Her pussy clenched. Neither of them looked away.

“You’re disgusting,” Buggy said.

“You’re hard.”

“You’re a thieving little nightmare.”

“You’re still hard.”

“You tied up my pieces!”

“You were scattered everywhere. I improved the situation.”

Buggy’s teeth ground together. Then his grin returned, huge and theatrical. “Fine. If you want the main attraction, ask nicely.”

Nami grabbed his cock at the base.

Buggy gasped, the sound jumping out of him before he could make it flashy. She squeezed. Felt the sheer thickness. Felt the heat. Her thumb dragged over a sticky vein, and his hips jerked forward.

“Big,” she admitted.

Buggy’s chest puffed.

“Thick.”

His grin widened.

“Owner’s still trash.”

His face fell. “You ruin everything.”

“You’re still useful.”

“That’s Captain Useful to you.”

Nami turned, planted her feet, and bent forward with both hands braced against the sturdy base of a city light pole. The posture put her ridiculous proportions on full, breathtaking display. Her long legs kept her high, while her very tiny waist dipped deeply, thrusting her wide hips and full, heart-shaped ass up into the humid air. Her big, jiggly boobs hung heavy from her chest, the soft globes swaying gently with her movement.

Around her, naked bodies rocked and collided. Someone came crying out near the fountain. Two men stumbled past, still locked together, neither bothering to notice the cat burglar and the clown pirate preparing to settle old business in the middle of the plaza.

Nami looked back over her shoulder, presenting herself. “Put it in.”

Buggy’s detached hands popped free and floated to her hips. “I don’t take orders from you.”

“Then pretend it was your idea, mmh, and hurry up.”

The pleasure-noise slipped into her words before he even touched her properly, and Buggy noticed immediately. His grin sharpened.

“Oh? Getting impatient?”

“I’m getting bored.”

“Liar.”

His pelvis detached.

It hovered completely free of his torso, a severed block of hips and dick suspended by sheer magical ****. Buggy’s cock pressed against her swollen, messy pussy. The fat head nudged through slick semen and heat. She was wet enough to take him effortlessly, sort of hating that she wanted it so badly.

The floating pelvis pushed in slow. There was no muscle behind it, no shifting of weight or bending of knees. It was just the unnatural, hovering drive of his Devil Fruit power pushing the thick shaft deep.

Nami’s mouth opened. “Mmh, fuck.”

Buggy laughed under his breath. “That’s better.”

“Don’t get smug, ah, you’re just big.”

“Just big?” He drove in another inch. “Say that again.”

“You’re just, hnnh, just useful.”

He shoved deep.

Nami’s hands clenched around the cold metal of the pole. Her back arched, straining her tiny waist. The plaza noise blurred beneath the wet, heavy pressure of him filling her. Buggy’s head floated beside hers, his grin painted crooked and obscene.

“Useful sounds good on you.”

“Shut up and move.”

He moved.

At first, she tried to take him with rhythm and control. She pushed back into each thrust, measuring him by angle and stamina, trying to turn him into just another filthy inventory item.

But Buggy’s body was a cheat code. Because his pelvis was entirely detached, his thrusts didn't rely on muscles, legs, or leverage on the slick cobbles. The magical levitation of his Bara Bara no Mi simply fired his cock back and forth through the air like an unstoppable piston. It didn't need to pause for breath. It didn't tire. It just hammered into her with independent, brutal precision. He hit her deepest spots over and over, his thick shaft stretching her open while his torso just hovered nearby and his detached hands roamed over her heavy breasts and wide hips.

“Too fast,” she snapped, her voice trembling.

He went harder.

“Buggy, ah, damn it, I said...”

“You said too fast.” His grin widened. “I heard keep going.”

Nami tried to reach back and shove his floating head away, but her knees buckled as he slammed into her cervix.

The sheer, relentless quality of the fucking began to melt her brain. She couldn't outpace him. She couldn't tire him out. Her first orgasm tore through her less than five minutes in, taking her completely by surprise. Her pussy clamped down like a vise, and she screamed, burying her face against her arms as pleasure rocked her spine.

“Fuck you!” she wailed through the climax.

Buggy cackled. “Flashy! I knew you were greedy!”

He didn't stop. He fucked her right through the aftershocks, forcing her hyper-sensitive flesh to take every inch. Nami’s long legs shook. She pushed back against him, abandoning all pretense of control, actively chasing the intense, stretching fullness. A second orgasm hit her a few minutes later. It was messier, weaker, but incredibly deep. Her thighs gave out, and she sagged against the base of the pole, panting and drooling, her pride severely dented by how easily he had reduced her to a shivering mess.

Buggy’s grin faltered just enough to show how genuinely turned on he was.

“My body is a masterpiece of separation,” he purred. “And you love it.”

“I hate... ah, I hate you,” she gasped, her pussy still greedily gripping his shaft.

“Liar.”

Then, Buggy changed the angle.

His cock slid entirely out of her. The sudden emptiness was a physical shock. Before Nami could complain, his hands changed their grip on her wrists, yanking them wide. His feet slid beneath hers. His torso floated under her belly.

Nami cried out, a sudden rush of vertigo hitting her as the cobbles dropped away beneath her knees.

“Buggy! What the hell are you doing?” she snarled, thrashing in his grip. “Put me down!”

“Can't do that. Busy being flashy.”

He hoisted her straight up. Ten feet. Fifteen feet into the humid Dance Ball Island air. Nami kicked her long legs, but his floating boots pressed flat against her soles, locking her knees wide open like rigid platforms. Her wrists strained against his disembodied hands. She was entirely at his mercy, suspended high above the plaza.

“Put me down and put that back in!” she demanded harshly, her body burning with empty need. Her pussy throbbed, “I swear to god, Buggy...”

Buggy’s head floated up beside her, grinning. “Since you asked so nicely.”

His torso brutally spun her around.

Nami gasped as her vision flipped. He **** her into a suspended, face-down arch. The plaza opened directly below her. A whole sea of naked bodies churned around them. Strangers fucked across the cobbles, kneeled in clothes piles, and rutted against pillars. He had hauled her high enough that the entire square was visible, and she was arranged like a lewd effigy of sex beneath the swinging mirror ball.

Her big tits swung heavily beneath her as gravity claimed them, full and soft, changing shape with every little movement. The severe arch of her suspended body highlighted her tiny waist, making the flare of her wide hips and that full, heart-shaped ass look even more obscene. When Buggy tilted her forward, her heavy boobs hung down into twin torpedoes, nipples pointed toward the writhing crowd. When his torso shifted under her belly, they swayed forward, flattening slightly from momentum before bouncing back into heavy, jiggling curves.

His pelvis swung behind her. His cock pressed bluntly against her dripping entrance from the rear.

Nami twisted, but there was nowhere to go. His torso braced her belly, tilting her so her dripping pussy and perfectly round cheeks were shown off to the whole plaza below.

“Buggy, ah, don't you dare...”

He thrust in.

Her ass clapped hard against his floating pelvis.

The sound cracked through the air. It was wet, humiliating, and brutally loud. Nami heard it. Felt it. Her full, heart-shaped cheeks flattened against him from the ****, squashing into broad, trembling pancakes before rebounding with a lewd, heavy jiggle as he pulled back.

Then he drove forward again.

Smack.

Her whole body jolted in his separated grip. The massive cock she so desperately needed was back, filling her completely, but the cost was total, mortifying exposure.

Buggy laughed breathlessly. “Oh, that’s a sound.”

Nami’s face burned. “Don’t, ah, don’t narrate it.”

He thrust again.

Smack.

Her heart-shaped ass rippled around the impact. The soft, full flesh deformed under his pelvis, squashing wide, then bouncing back with a heavy jiggle just in time for the next stroke. Every clap pushed his cock deeper from behind, and every thrust made her mouth open wider, her voice spilling out in ragged little breaks she could not buy back.

“Nnnh, fuck, you... ah, you stupid clown...”

“Ha! That’s Captain Stupid Clown right now! Wait…”

Buggy slapped one floating hand across her ass.

The cheek jumped hot under his palm. Nami yelped. Her already sensitive pussy clenched tight around his shaft.

Buggy’s grin sharpened into something almost savage with delight. “Oh. That squeezed.”

“Shut up.”

He slapped the other cheek. Smack. Her long legs trembled where his floating feet held them spread.

“Small-fry pussy,” he taunted, thrusting deep enough to make her gasp. “All that attitude, and this tiny little greedy thing can barely handle Captain Buggy.”

Nami’s face burned brighter than her hair. “Don’t call it that.”

His pelvis clapped into her again. Her ass flattened hard around the impact. Smack. “Then stop clenching like I’m right.”

“I’m clenching because, mmh, your dick’s too big for your brain.”

“That’s still a compliment!”

Nami had spent years acting untouchable. She was the one who slapped hands away. The one who kept lechers in line. Now Buggy the Clown had her suspended naked high above an open plaza, wrists pinned apart, ass lifted and exposed by his torso, while his detached pelvis clapped her cheeks into jelly from behind.

He was fucking her like a showpiece. And the plaza could see everything.

Below her, naked bodies kept rutting, but more eyes had begun to drift upward. Men thrusting into women looked up between strokes. Women riding strangers laughed and pointed.

Nami saw them seeing her. Her pussy clenched again.

“No,” she whispered, horrified by her own body’s reaction. The prior orgasms had primed her, breaking down her defenses. The humiliation wasn't ruining the pleasure; it was compounding it into a fever pitch.

Buggy’s head floated close to hers. “No what?”

“Nothing.”

“Didn’t sound like nothing.”

“Shut up, ah, shut up and keep fucking me.”

Buggy’s grin went wide enough to split the night. He fucked her harder. His cock punched into her from behind while her ass flattened and bounced against his pelvis, the wet clap of flesh turning her humiliation into a public drumbeat.

Then, she saw green.

A shock of it in the crowd below.

For one stunned second, her breath vanished. Zoro.

He was there among the masses, unmistakable even from above. Green hair. Broad back. His muscular ass flexing as he humped into someone beneath him, his body moving with blunt, relentless swordsman rhythm.

Nami’s stomach flipped. “Ah, fuck.”

Buggy didn't notice her panic. He was too busy reveling in his own masterpiece, his detached head floating in lazy circles around her suspended body, admiring his flashy display from every possible angle.

“Look at that!” he crowed, drifting past her left shoulder. “Perfect form! A flawless exhibition of Captain Buggy’s magnificent prowess!”

She could not stop looking. The sight of Zoro below, one of her own crew, naked and rutting while she hung above him getting her ass clapped by an enemy pirate, cut through her pride. She was above the plaza, displayed, defeated, turned into a spectacle.

Buggy’s cock slammed into her. Her cheeks jiggled violently. Nami moaned loud enough that she hated herself for it.

Then she saw Sanji.

He was on his back near a mound of discarded clothes, hearts practically shining in his eyes as he clutched the big poofy hair of a dark-skinned woman blowing him. His mouth hung open in bliss. His hips twitched helplessly, and even from above Nami could read the idiot worship on his face.

Sanji, who would have died defending her honor, was too lost in pleasure to even notice her dangling above him.

She was not being rescued. She was not the cat burglar slapping fools back into place. She was the one being used. Naked. Spread. Held. Fucked from behind by Buggy while her own crewmates writhed below.

And her body loved it.

That was the absolute defeat. The exhibitionism was pushing her toward a climax far larger and more devastating than the ones she'd had on the ground. Her pussy squeezed him frantically, flooding with slickness because she realized she liked being seen like this. Even by them.

Buggy felt the sudden, **** clench. His floating head stopped circling and drifted right in front of her flushed face, his grin impossibly wide. “There. That spot got you.”

Nami shook her head, trying to deny it. “No.”

He slapped her ass again. Her body jerked. “Yes.”

“No, ah, no, I’m just close.”

“Because everyone can see you?”

“Because your cock is, mmh, useful.”

“Useful enough to beat you?”

Nami’s eyes flashed. “You haven’t beaten me.”

Buggy stopped thrusting.

The sudden emptiness was cruel. His cock slid out until only the head kissed her entrance. His hands still held her wrists. His torso still braced her hips, leaving her ass lifted and her dripping pussy exposed to the plaza, but he would not push back in.

Nami tried to shove her hips back, chasing the high she had just been robbed of. Nothing. He moved with her, keeping the cockhead just out of reach. She bucked, furious, ****, slick, and aching.

Buggy hovered there, inches and inches of thick cock waiting behind her while she could not take any of it.

“Say it,” he said.

“No.”

He rubbed the head of his cock through her slick folds. Her whole body trembled. The denial, stacked on top of the lingering sensitivity from her earlier orgasms, was driving her insane.

“Say I beat you.”

“Never.”

He pressed in one inch. Nami whimpered. Then he pulled out.

She made a broken, humiliating wail that carried farther than she wanted. A few people below looked up, laughing and cheering.

“Say it.”

Nami bit her lip. She could see Zoro below. Could see Sanji. Could see strangers looking up at her round, flushed cheeks, tiny waist, swinging tits, and needy cunt. She was surrounded by cock she couldn’t reach, and Buggy had turned the plaza into ****.

But as she looked down, trembling on the edge of the abyss, another realization hit her. Zoro wasn't looking at her. Sanji was completely lost in his own bliss. The strangers below who glanced up were immediately dragged back down by their own partners, too drunk on the carnival's hypnotic lust to truly care.

No one was really paying attention. They were all too busy fucking.

It was the tiny, pathetic lifeline her pride needed to snap entirely. A thief's rationalization. If no one cared, she could say whatever it took to get what she desperately needed.

The need won completely.

“Fine!” she cried. “You beat me!”

Buggy’s eyes went bright. “Not enough.”

“You beat me, Buggy, ah, fuck, you beat me with your big stupid cock!”

“Captain.”

Nami’s pride cracked down the middle.

“Captain Buggy beat my small-fry pussy and I need him to fuck it!”

He slammed into her from behind.

Nami screamed.

The pleasure tore through her too fast, sharpened by humiliation and denial until it almost hurt. His pelvis clapped into her ass again and again, cheeks flattening under every brutal stroke, jiggling back only to be slapped into trembling shape by the next thrust. He held her perfectly helpless above the plaza while he fucked her on open display.

Her words dissolved.

“Harder, ah, yes, there, fuck, there, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop, Buggy, mmh, Captain, fuck me, fuck me...”

She completely abandoned any pretense. Her pale skin glistened with sweat, her big jiggly boobs bouncing wildly, deforming and swinging with the **** of every hard, soul-skewering thrust. Her third orgasm built too high, too fast, dwarfing the previous ones entirely. She felt it gathering low in her belly, a blinding pressure that had nowhere to go because Buggy had total control of her body. The whole plaza could see Nami, fierce and clever and untouchable Nami, being made to come by an enemy clown pirate while her ass clapped against his detached pelvis.

“Buggy,” she gasped, completely surrendering. “I’m, ah, I’m going to...”

He thrust up and forward hard enough to flatten her ass into pancakes one last time, holding deep while his detached fingers found her clit.

Nami broke.

Her climax hit with a violent, world-ending convulsion. Her pussy clamped around him, tight and ****, and then she sprayed.

A hot, wet burst arced down from her suspended body and showered the rutting people below. It splashed across the dark-skinned woman’s shoulder and splattered directly onto Sanji’s bare chest.

Sanji blinked upward, dazed. His eyes found her for one impossible second. He looked wrecked, heart-eyed, worshipful.

“Nami-swaaan...”

The woman between his legs dragged his attention back down with her mouth.

Nami cried out above them, humiliated and helplessly coming, body shaking in Buggy’s separated grip.

Buggy stared. Then his face split into the worst grin she had ever seen.

“Oh,” he breathed. “That was flashy.”

Nami could not answer. Her body pulsed around his cock, spraying in shorter, weaker bursts while the crowd below laughed, moaned, and fucked under her. Her ass shook from the massive aftershocks, cheeks hot from his slaps and the constant clapping **** of his pelvis. Her big boobs heaved as she struggled for breath, milked utterly dry of her pride.

Buggy fucked her through every pulse. Kept her suspended. Kept her ass lifted for the whole carnival to see.

“Captain Buggy,” he panted, thrusting harder, “always gives the crowd a show.”

Nami lifted her head just enough to glare at him through sweat-damp orange hair. “I am going to rob you blind.”

His cock twitched inside her. Buggy let out a breathless, booming cackle.

“You already are!” he crowed, driving his pelvis forward to clap her cheeks again. “That thieving little pussy of yours is about to steal every drop I’ve got! Collecting quite the flashy treasure in there, aren’t you, Cat Burglar?”

A few more deep thrusts ruined the rhythm of his boasting. Her small-fry pussy was too tight, too slick, too hot from the massive orgasm he had dragged out of her in front of half the plaza. Buggy groaned, his floating pieces shuddering.

He shoved in deep and came with a shout loud enough to challenge the plaza bells.

His cock pulsed inside her, pumping hot semen into her already messy pussy while every separated piece of him trembled in the air. His hands held her wrists. His torso kept her heart-shaped ass lifted, presenting the final obscene picture to the plaza below.

Nami felt every pulse.

She hated that she liked the fullness.

She hated even more that part of her had loved being defeated in front of everyone.