Leaving the Village

Alvida hooked her arm through mine as we strolled away from Party’s Bar, the smug satisfaction of a successful outing practically radiating from her. I was still catching my breath from what had transpired, while Alvida looked as though she hadn’t exerted herself at all.

“I have to admit,” she said with a sly chuckle, “watching that sweet little barmaid fall apart on your cock was… entertaining. But the best part? That ridiculous village adores her for it. Their perfect, wholesome little Makino, reduced to a willing whore. And they’re all fine with it.”

I shrugged, a smirk tugging at my lips. “It is kind of poetic. Corrupting this idyllic little place without any bloodshed or chaos—just pure debauchery. Even Luffy’s home isn’t sacred anymore.”

Alvida’s grin faltered slightly, her brow furrowing. “Still doesn’t sit quite right with me. I wanted her humiliated, broken. But thanks to your power, she’s practically celebrated for spreading her legs.”

Before I could respond, the familiar figure of Mayor Woop Slap appeared ahead, his striped hat bobbing as he approached us. His expression brightened when he spotted us.

“Well, if it isn’t the travelers!” he greeted us warmly. “I trust Makino took good care of you?”

Alvida’s smirk returned in full ****. “Oh, she was more than accommodating,” she said, her tone dripping with double meaning. “Your barmaid is… truly one of a kind.”

The mayor’s face softened with a look of fond pride. “That’s our Makino. She’s always been the heart of this village. No request is too much for her.”

Alvida snorted quietly, muttering under her breath, “Apparently not.”

The mayor either didn’t hear her or chose to ignore it. Instead, he gestured back toward the bar. “You know, ever since Luffy left, she’s been even more committed to making sure everyone here is happy. It’s almost like she’s trying to fill the void he left behind.”

Alvida arched a brow, clearly unimpressed. “Filling voids is one way to put it.”

“She’s definitely something special." I added, "Thanks again for pointing us in her direction.”

"Oh I almost forgot! Here you go!" He held out a basket that was filled with pouches.

"These are the Cheriya herbs," he explained, his face lined with concern. "You use these after you’ve... been together, and it might lower the chance of a little one coming along. It’s honestly not the best we have, or rather, had. For some odd reason, this is all I could find today. I’ve piled up a decent amount to make up for the lack."

His brow furrowed in confusion. "It’s baffling, really. We’re usually stocked with much better stuff, known all around the East Blue for it. But today, our supplies were just... gone. Like someone nicked it all without a trace.”

I glanced at Alvida, seeing a smirk curl on her lips, clearly amused by the effect of the normality I’d tossed into the village’s collective mind. While the villagers now believed their mayor traditionally managed a robust stock of birth control remedies, no such stock had magically appeared to match that belief.

“Might be a thief,” Mayor Woop Slap muttered, more to himself than us, a note of frustration in his voice. “Can’t think of how else our entire supply would disappear.”

“Thanks for digging these up for us, Mayor,” I said, keeping my voice even despite the humorous situation as I took the basket from them.

Alvida tilted her head, the look of faux-innocence on her face doing little to hide the mischief gleaming in her eyes. “Tell me, old man—why don’t you go make use of Makino right now? Bet your balls normally—” she threw me a sharp, expectant glance, clearly baiting me to act—“explode if you don’t empty them in that slut. Am I wrong?”

The mayor’s brow furrowed, his face flushing red as he stammered, “I-I beg your—”

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “It is normal for you to think your balls will explode if you can’t spill them in a hole,” I said, barely suppressing my exasperation. I wasn’t about to risk literal ball explosions, even if Alvida thought it’d be funny.

The transformation in the mayor was almost immediate. His eyes widened, his breathing quickened, and a faint sheen of sweat appeared on his wrinkled forehead. He looked around, first toward the bar, then to Alvida, his gaze lingering a bit too long on her towering, voluptuous figure.

Alvida’s smirk widened, but her amusement faltered slightly when she glanced at his pants and didn't see a telltale tent at all.

“Huh,” she remarked, her tone dry. “Guess Foosha Village really is the land of shrimp dicks. Even Luffy’s probably rocking a—”

She stopped mid-sentence as the mayor stepped closer, his small frame trembling slightly as he stammered out, “I, uh, I don’t suppose… Miss, perhaps you could… help me out?”

Alvida’s eyes widened slightly in genuine surprise before narrowing into a glare of pure disgust. “Excuse me?” she growled, her voice low and dangerous.

The old man gestured vaguely toward her, his face a deep shade of crimson as he struggled to find the words. “I-I mean… you’re so, uh, striking, and I, uh… well…”

Before he could embarrass himself further, Alvida’s hand shot out and slapped possessively over my crotch, making me yelp. Her long fingers squeezed firmly, emphasizing the outline of my cock that hung heavy and thick down one thigh. Even at rest, it made for an impressive bulge, one that now stood in stark contrast to the mayor’s timid proposition.

“The only dick that plumbs this hole,” Alvida sneered, her grip tightening slightly for effect, “is a proper pirate cock.” She shot the mayor a glare so withering it made him take a step back.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes but stayed quiet, knowing Alvida’s possessiveness wasn’t something I could—or wanted to—challenge in this moment. The mayor, however, looked more disappointed than chastened, his gaze lingering on Alvida’s figure for a moment longer before he muttered something about checking on Makino and shuffled away.

Alvida watched him go with a satisfied smirk, crossing her arms under her chest and shifting her weight onto one hip.

“Heheh, I just sent him running with a sentence,” she said smugly, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Like watching a magic spell take hold."

“You do realize that was my devil fruit power that sent him running, right?”

Alvida’s smirk widened, her green eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, I know,” she purred, turning to face me fully. Without breaking eye contact, she slid one hand down her flat, slippery stomach, her fingers gliding effortlessly over the gleaming, flawless skin. They dipped into her stretched tight panties, clearly inserting as she tilted her hips forward suggestively. "And you shouldn't mind me borrowing it... After all I’ve got this amazing devil fruit power too, and as your ever-so-generous partner, I’m willing to let you use it. Whenever you want.”

I grinned and nodded, "Alright, that's a good deal."

"It is! Now that I’m finally dressed, it’s time for some proper clothes shopping.”

I sighed, shaking my head. “The concept of going clothes shopping to prepare for clothes shopping still makes no sense.”

And with that we continued toward the harbor. The Sea King, still nursing its wounds from Luffy’s departure, lay sprawled by the water’s edge. It barely twitched as we boarded our ship, too defeated to give us any trouble.

Makino hummed softly to herself as she wiped down the bar, her movements practiced and efficient despite the lingering ache in her thighs and hips. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, a heady reminder of the earlier chaos. Her regulars were still lounging around, drinking and chatting as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. She cast a glance at them and felt a faint mix of affection and exasperation. They’ll drink all day if I let them.

Still, their lewd comments and occasional slaps on her ass had settled back into a familiar rhythm, almost comforting in its routine. That Alvida had "serviced" them all and they seemed content to bask in the afterglow, their mugs of beer clutched in tired hands.

"Good show earlier, Makino," Yamamoto called, raising his mug with a sly grin. His lewd gaze flicked over her naked form, lingering on her still slightly disheveled hair and the sweat glistening on her skin. "Always knew you were a hard worker, but damn, girl, you outdid yourself today.”

“Thank you, Yamamoto,” Makino replied cheerfully, her tone as warm as ever despite his words. Yamamoto was nothing if not predictable—always crude, always watching, and always proudly boasting about the size of his cock, which Makino had to admit was more than a little impressive for his age. She didn’t mind the comments; she knew they came from admiration rather than malice.

“And here I thought you only worked me over that hard,” Yamamoto added with a wink, making the other regulars chuckle.

“Oh, Yamamoto, you know you’re special,” Makino teased lightly, earning a round of laughter from the group. She enjoyed these little moments of banter, even when they turned raunchy. It was part of the job, after all.

The door to the bar swung open suddenly, and the room quieted. Mayor Woop Slap rushed in, his face flushed, and his eyes darting around like a man on a mission.

“Oh boy,” one of the regulars muttered.

“It’s happening again,” another said under his breath.

Yamamoto snorted into his mug. “What’s he got now, five minutes before he says his balls’ll explode?”

Makino looked up from her cleaning and greeted the Mayor with her usual bright smile. “Mayor! What brings you in?”

“I need you right now, Makino,” Woop Slap declared, his voice rough and urgent.

A few of the regulars chuckled knowingly. “Poor Mrs. Woop Slap,” one muttered.

“She’s been ‘lightening her load’ for years now,” Yamamoto added, shaking his head with mock sympathy.

Makino bit back a small sigh. She knew exactly what this was about. The Mayor’s infamous belief that his balls would "burst" if not relieved regularly was practically common knowledge in the village. And while Mrs. Woop Slap did her best, the Mayor often turned to Makino to “assist” when his “emergencies” struck during the day.

“Right now, Mayor?” she asked, her voice kind but just a touch weary.

“Yes,” he said firmly, stomping toward her with an almost comical determination. “And I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Makino gave a soft laugh, setting her rag down. “Alright, alright. But, um…” She gestured down at herself with a wry smile. “I’ve been rather busy today, you know. My pussy's a bit messy right now. Wouldn’t a blowjob be better?”

“No,” Woop Slap said firmly, shaking his head. “I want your backdoor.”

At that, Yamamoto let out a loud cackle. “The old man’s got it bad today! You sure you can handle his mighty thrusts, Makino?”

“Shut it, Yamamoto!” Woop Slap barked, though his reddened cheeks betrayed his embarrassment.

Makino just smiled and moved to the center of the room, pulling out a large towel from behind the bar. “Alright, Mayor,” she said brightly, setting the towel folded on the floor. “Let’s make it comfortable for you.”

The regulars hooted and hollered as Makino knelt down, resting her face on her folded arms and arching her back to offer the Mayor a perfect view of her firm, round ass. “Whenever you’re ready,” she said warmly, wiggling her hips slightly to help him along.

“Damn,” Yamamoto muttered, taking a long drink. “That’s a sight worth sticking around for.”

The Mayor shuffled forward, his trembling hands gripping Makino’s hips as he positioned himself. Makino had to bite her lip to suppress a giggle when she felt the faintest pressure against her backdoor. His modest tip wedged in awkwardly, and she couldn’t help but note the stark difference between this and her earlier encounter.

Well, the smaller, the better for this part, she thought with some relief, though she couldn’t quite stifle the amusement at the thought of how little was actually happening. Most of the stimulation the Mayor was likely feeling was from the curve of her cheeks pressing against him rather than her asshole.

“You alright back there, Mayor?” she asked sweetly, glancing over her shoulder.

“Just… fine,” he grunted, his thrusts uneven and awkward.

“Not exactly Tsujo’s league, huh?” Yamamoto said with a laugh, earning a round of chuckles.

Makino smiled softly, her tone soothing. “Now, now, everyone’s got their own pace.”

After barely a minute of effort, she felt the faintest warmth inside her, the Mayor’s release marked more by his shuddering sigh than by any significant physical sensation. She glanced back again, her smile kind. “There we go. Feeling better now?”

“Much,” Woop Slap said gruffly, already adjusting his pants. “Thank you, Makino. Always dependable.”

“You’re very welcome, Mayor,” she replied warmly as she sat back on her heels. As the Mayor shuffled toward the door, Makino returned to her cleaning, shaking her head fondly. “Another crisis averted,” she said softly to herself.

Yamamoto raised his mug again with a grin. “And that’s why you’re the best, Makino!”

Makino chuckled, her spirits buoyed despite it all. “Oh, Yamamoto, you’ll give me a big head!”

“Nah,” he replied with a wink. “Just a sore jaw, maybe.”

Makino rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the genuine laugh that escaped her. It was all in a day’s work.