Nah. Ranma gets to know the ones she already has

Ranma wasn’t scared. Saotome Ranma wasn’t afraid of anything. But right now she was maybe just a little bit uncertain as she paced back and forth inside a smallish room with not a stitch of clothing on. That was not something that would normally bother Ranma, body shame, or modesty, had never been one of her issues. But, never before had being nude carried such life changing connotations.

The Going Merry was a proper sailing ship, if small. It had below deck storage and cabins for the men and women of the crew. Nami and Ranma shared one cabin, and one bed. Thanks to that Ranma’s education into the world of sex had taken a great jump forward. But there was still one very major part of her education lacking. She hadn’t been fucked by a dick yet.

It wasn’t that Ranma was against it, mostly. She was assuredly curious about what it would be like. But unlike sex with Nami, where Nami took full control, and was a girl, it threatened that part of her that, thanks to her pop, still equated weakness with being female. Ranma wasn’t sure she could go through with it. She’d even discussed it with Usopp. Well, sort of. She’d figured he was the closest thing to a virgin, other than Ranma, on the crew.

Usopp had just grinned in a superior way as she’d stammered and stuttered and managed to say next to nothing. And then, when she was sure her face was about to combust from embarrassment, he’d told her that Nami had explained Ranma’s circumstances and that she and he would take care of everything. Ranma didn’t have to do anything. She was so grateful that she’d only hurt him a little bit for letting her stumble over her words for so long.

But there was no getting around it. Natural, Ranma’s girl side, and sex with a guy, simply didn’t fit in the same sentence. That left unnatural, not to mention unmanly. And, while Ranma happily indulged in lots of unmanly things as a girl, she wasn’t sure if she was ready to be this unmanly. But it was no longer an option unless she was willing to give up her new life and identity in his reality.

Luffy had been bugging Nami on the hour, every hour, and everytime in between when he thought of it, for her to formally join his crew and become his navigator, and for Ranma to become his cabin girl. Ranma was frankly surprised Nami had held out as long as she had.

To be fair, Nami had not agreed to formally join Luffy’s crew. But she had agreed to be his navigator, a job she was already doing, as long as they were sailing together. More importantly, she’d told Ranma that for the same period of time Ranma would take on the duties of cabin girl. That basically came down to servicing the male crew everytime they had the inclination. Nami had made it very clear that it was Ranma’s job on the ship, and it was a vital one. Refusing to do her job on board a ship was technically mutiny, and despite what Ranma might think, being a cabin girl was important. A refusal to do her job was as serious as a helmsman refusing to steer the ship, or a lookout refusing to look out. Punishments for that sort of behavior were pretty much at the discretion of the captain. But, seeing as how Luffy was a soft mark, Nami would be the one deciding on Ranma’s punishment if she slacked off. Nami hadn’t specified just what form that punishment would take, but that only made the threat more scary.

The only possible way Ranma could have made Nami back off was to tell her about her curse, and honestly, after what Ranma had done to Nami at Buggy’s bar, that was likely to make things even worse. Not that it was an option. Ranma was still firm in her commitment to not become involved with any group as a male. Short-lived encounters such as the incident with Nami were one thing, becoming part of a group would only result in the loss of her new comfortable, responsibility free, life.

Ranma looked over at the cabin door and took a hesitant step toward it. Only to pause. If she went out that door everything would change. There was a ball of tension in her belly, and a trickly of moisture ran down her inner thigh, indicating that her re-wired body was perfectly fine with what was going on, but there were still a butt load of mental barriers caused by her misogynistic father.

The cabin door slammed open, revealing a scowling Usopp, wearing nothing but a pair of goggles. His erection, a good ten inches in length jutted out from his groin. “What the fuck are you doing, Ranma!” He snapped out. “You’ve got three crewmates whose balls are about to burst and have been waiting forever for you to get your ass out on deck!”

“I don’t think I can do this Usopp,” Ranma said, dropping her gaze because she could not bear to look Usopp in the eyes after confessing her weakness.

“The fuck you can’t.” Usopp yelled. He strode up to her and tangled his fingers into her hair wrenching her face up and forcing her to look at him. “You haven’t got a choice! You’re the cabin girl! This is your job!” Usopp pulled her head back, and shoved downward, forcing her to her knees, and face to face with his drooling cock. Swinging under the heavy shaft was a set of balls that looked as big as apples to Ranma.

“No!” Ranma protested, but all that did was offer Usopp an open hole for his cock. His hips shifted and the next thing Ranma knew was that her mouth was filled to overflowing with the soft bulbous tip of Usopp’s cock. His girth stretched her jaws and she felt the strain even as the taste of him flooded her mouth. It tasted . . . rather nice, Ranma realized in shock as her mouth filled with saliva and mixed with the steady flow of pre-cum drooling out of the end of Usopp’s cock.

Conditioned reflex kicked in, and Ranma swallowed, causing Usopp to let out a groan of pleasure. “That’s more like it! You’re a born cock-sucker! But you can do better!”

Ranma’s eyes widened as she felt Usopp’s fingers digging deeper into her hair, causing a flair of pain as he **** her to swallow more of his cock. She gagged, and let out a **** sound as the tip of his dick hit the back of her throat. Spit drooled out of her mouth and ran down to her chin where it dripped off onto her tits.

“Guk, guk, guk, guk” filled the room as Usopp used Ranma’s face as nothing more than a relief station. He tightened his grip on her hair and twisted her head back so he could push downward, forcing the tip of his cock into her throat. Ranma’s hands pawed at Usopp’s thighs as her swallowing reflex sent waves of pleasure through his cock and down into his balls. Her spit seeped into the tip of his cock and triggered the chemical triggers that were hardwired into his balls telling them that a female receptacle was available to be seeded. Usopp was pent up, and being able to act out his pirate fantasy made holding off impossible, not that he was inclined to. He’d won the draw, by cheating outrageously, and his spunk was going to be the first Ranma had ever tasted.

Ranma’s brain was rattled as her head was jerked back and forth from the **** of Usopp’s frantic skull fucking. There was no chance for her to do anything but take his thick cock into her mouth. The amount of saliva and pre-cum escaping from her mouth as Usopp sawed in and out between her lips grew and dripped off her chin.

“Drain me, bitch!” Usopp yelled as his cock pulsed and filled Ranma’s mouth with her first load of cum. It was only the first of many shots. She gagged as the next jet went straight into the back of her throat and when the next load flooded her mouth she coughed and choked and then sneezed cum out of her nose.

Ranma was just getting her breath back, after snorting a huge load of Usopp’s sperm out of her nose, when she heard Zoro’s gruff voice ask, “You done?”

“Yeah, for now. She’s all yours,” was Usopp’s answer. With no ceremony he pulled his softening dick out of Ranma’s mouth, allowing a flood of juices to pour out of her mouth onto her tits and the cabin floor and leaving Ranma gasping and in shock from the suddenness of it all.

Ranma’s eyes widened as she looked up at the approaching swordsman. Unlike Usopp he was still fully dressed. There was a bottle of saki in one of his hands, and he was undoing the fasteners of his pants with the other. When his cock was freed it sprang out of his pants as if propelled, his heavy balls falling against the fabric of his hakima. He was big, way bigger than Usopp. The head of his cock was the size of Ranma’s fist, and the shaft as thick and long as her forearm. There was no question at all that it was going to wreck whatever hole Zoro stuck it in. Despite that, there was no trace of Ranma’s earlier panic attack. Thanks to Usopp’s brutal use of her mouth she had gotten over the wall in front of her. Just like jumping into a cold lake, the worst was behind her. Sure Zoro was big, but it was just a cock. The size didn’t scare Ranma. She’d never fought a major foe who was smaller than she was. As for discomfort and pain, that's how you knew your limits were being pushed. Rather than dreading what was to come, Ranma felt anticipation, and the ball of sexual tension in her belly grew as her cunt became warm and liquid between her legs.

Ranma **** herself back up to her knees, and lifted her head up to glare at Zoro, daring him to do his worst. He just grinned evilly at her as he fisted his cock and ran the drooling tip across face. “Been a long time since I didn’t have to hold back,” he remarked casually. Ranma's eyes widened as she understood the implications of his words but by then he had tossed his empty Saki body aside and cupped the back of her head with a hand. He pulled her toward him, while directing his cock at her mouth. Ranma clamped her lips shut, but that only resulted in them being shoved painfully back against her teeth.

Ranma’s session with Usopp had taught her that, as with Nami, she couldn’t seem to fight back against sexual molestation with anything close to the ability she brought to a normal fight. Something in her mind didn’t allow it. When you got to Ranma’s level certain things were hardwired. The last thing you wanted was to punch your fist through a friend’s face when they surprised you with a slap on the back. The battle computer in Ranma’s mind just didn’t see her current circumstance as something that warranted lethal, or crippling, resistance. She tried to twist her head to the side, but Zoro held her firmly in place and she had **** but to open her mouth and allow him access to her oral cavity.

“Guk,” Ranma choked on Zoro’s dick as her jaw threatened to dislocate. She really hoped this weakness against sex only applied to people she liked, or she was going to be fucked, litterally.

Ranma pressed her hands against Zoro’s thighs in an attempt to control his usage of her mouth, but it had little effect as he retained total control. She was only allowed to draw back when he allowed it, and each time he ‘encouraged’ her forward, she gagged on another inch or so of his dick.

“Guk, guk, guk, guk,” The sound of Ranma trying to accomodate a male dick in her throat again filled the room. Saliva pooled around the junction of her lips and Zoro’s cock and ran down her cheeks and off her chin to thoroughly coat her bouncing tits.

Ranma was really starting to regret that she’d cheated to win the martial art’s eating contest instead of seriously training in the technique. The ability to swallow a watermelon whole would have come in real handy about now.

But, as Zoro’s cock pushed further down Ranma’s throat, causing her narrow neck to bulge like a snake swallowing a rabbit, a new problem stopped all other thoughts. She couldn’t breath! Zoro’s length and girth totally blocked Ranma’s airways and her throat convulsed around the big man’s dick as she frantically tried to breathe. Which seemed to please Zoro as he redoubled his efforts to push even more dick down Ranma’s spasming throat.

Despite being able to hold her breath for over five minutes, Ranma started to grow frantic after only a few seconds. Her hands slapped against Zoro’s thighs in an attempt to indicate to him that she was in distress, but he only chuckled and pressed his hand hard against the back of her head, forcing another couple of inches of cock down her throat.

The feeling of danger sent adrenaline rushing through Ranma’s blood and her arousal ratcheted up several notches. It was only thirty seconds before Zoro relented and let enough of his dick out of the tight sleeve of flesh that enveloped it in order to let Ranma catch a breath, but it felt like forever to the helpless redhead.

Ranma should have been furious at Zoro, and maybe a bit scared. Instead she felt a sense of pride that he respected her enough to not hold back. She was so small as a girl that most people tended to underestimate her. No matter how often she told herself it was a good tactical advantage, she always got pissed off when she realized an opponent was tanking the fight because he thought she was ‘just’ a girl.

Zoro barely gave Ranma enough time to catch her breath before his hand once again **** her face toward his groin and his cock **** its way back down her throat. Ranma rolled her eyes back as much as she could to look up at Zoro’s detached expression. There was none of the lust and excitement that had been present on Usopp’s face. Zoro was going about the face-fucking of Ranma in a work-man like manner, no different than when he was exercising or training with his swords. A determination grew in Ranma to put some sort of expression on Zoro’s face and she began to actively bob her head up and down on his shaft. It was awkward and unskilled, but she was rewarded with a slight quirk of Zoro’s eyebrow, and a relaxation of his grip on her head as he gave her a chance to show what she was willing to do.

Ranma could have backed off a bit. There was no question that Zoro was too big for her to ever comfortably handle, no matter how hard she trained, but that wasn’t in her nature. Instead of pushing against Zoro’s thighs she gripped them and **** herself to swallow more and more of his girth. She gagged and choked as she took him further and further down her throat, but she did not relent. Tears streamed from her eyes and cut tracks through the mess caused by Usopp and Zoro to join the mixtures of fluids dripping off her chin.

When Zoro’s balls came to rest on her chin she didn’t understand what she was feeling and continued to try and swallow more of him. Her throat worked frantically with the effort of trying to draw in air, and it was only when Zoro patted the top of her head and murmured a “not bad,” that Ranma realized she’d taken his huge cock all the way to the balls. She imagined that the tip of his dick must be on the verge of pushing directly into her stomach, but the idea only gave her a feeling of accomplishment, not dread.

It became clear that the iron willed Zoro had been holding off to give Ranma a chance to accomplish her first ever deep-throat. Now that he had she felt him swelling in her throat, stressing her neck even more, right before he erupted and shot thick jets of hot sperm deep into her belly. A small wave of pleasure flowed from Ranma’s groin. Not quite an orgasm, but not far off. Mostly she felt a sense of great accomplishment. It had been a long time since she’d experienced such a feeling. Her improvements in martial arts had reached the point where they weren’t obvious to anyone not at her level, but swallowing Zoro to the balls was something anyone could look at and feel admiration for. It seemed that sex offered Ranma new opportunities to feed her ego.

Ranma felt a warmth in her belly as Zoro’s load pooled in her stomach, and if she’d been able to breath at the moment she’d have heaved a sigh of satiation. She slowly backed off, letting Zoro’s softening cock slip back out of her mouth, sucking on it as it did so to clean off all his seed. He was as tasty as Usopp, but there were different undertones in the flavor. Ranma wondered if she’d be able to tell them apart if she was blindfolded.

It was a weird feeling, the sensation of Zoro’s cock shrinking inside her throat even as it retreated. Ranma snorted air as her airways opened and ran her tongue around the fat tip of Zoro’s cock as it filled her mouth. Cum was still oozing out of the piss slit and Ranma didn’t hesitate for a moment to drive the tip of her tongue into the small hole. That got a reaction from Zoro, she felt his cock pulse and slightly swell, as if eager to enter into battle again.

Looking up at Zoro’s face from her kneeling position in front of him Ranma could see an easing of his expression. For the first time since Ranma had met him his face was wearing a look not designed to scare pets and small children, or adult pirates. And if she wasn’t mistaken, he looked content. Ranma’s pride, which had taken a serious beating, flared up. Maybe doing a great job of blowing a guy was not something her male side could take pride in, but that part of her could go fuck itself. She’d done good.

Even softening as it was, Zoro's huge glans at the tip of his cock caused a twinge of pain as it **** Ranma’s jaw to open a bit wider than she found comfortable, but it was a good sort of pain, and the relief when it popped free was almost pleasurable. Zoro’s cock gave one last spurt as it exited Ranma’s mouth, decorating her lips with his cum as he stepped back and left her kneeling on the floor, a dazed look on her face as she licked the residue off.

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Usopp had been having trouble believing Ranma had never sucked cock. He didn’t know a single girl who had gone a week past her eighteenth birthday without finding out what a man tasted like. Ranma had told them she was several months older than that. Witnessing her current dazed behavior however there was no way he couldn’t believe it. He felt outraged on her behalf, and protective. That was nothing less than **** on the part of whoever had neglected teaching her the most basic facts of life.

Maybe girls didn’t have to have sex, unlike guys, and technically blow-jobs were not needed in order to relieve male pressure. Simple sex would do the trick. But, females derived benefits from swallowing semen. Male seed was a restorative, practically a health tonic, or so all of Usopp’s older male acquaintances had informed him when he’d come to them for advice. They’d also told him that nothing was better for a girl’s complexion than regular facials. The girl’s in the village must not have heard that last one because he’d been cut off for a month after he’d coated Nancy’s face with cum.

Usopp’s cock had swollen back to full mast as he’d watched Ranma service Zoro, and he was ready for round two, totally forgetting that there was one other member of the crew that had not had a turn yet. He was reminded of this fact when two long, as in twenty feet long, arms reached in through the open door of the cabin and wrapped around Ranma before she could react.

“My turn,” Luffy yelled from outside the cabin right before Ranma was yanked out of the room like the victim in some alien horror movie.