Nami and Usopp's Escape

Smoke billowed out the bar. The calm night soon torn asunder, becoming a sea of coughing figures from the sudden explosion of white gas as more and more patrons poured out.

Inside the club, the crowd had nearly completely thinned out. Demalo Black and his crew had lost sight of their two targets but were searching high and low in the smoke as the cheap smokescreen trick cleared.

"Shit shit!" Usopp exclaimed quietly, grabbing the grinding Nami and pulling her closer towards him under the counter. He hadn't been able to get through the crowd with the two of them so he was currently hiding out of sight. "These guys are gonna kill us!"

He hadn't brought his slingshot, like an idiot, just a few pop greens in case of emergency but knowing when to use them was going to be tough with the amount of these guys. He wasn't sure if his dancing partner had brought her weapon, but she was too drunk to handle fighting now anyway.

Nami couldn't care less, enjoying being pressed into him like this. Her hand went over his waistband and began mashing his dying erection, stimulating it back upwards.

"Stop! Nami! Danger!" He hissed, but wasn't allowed to stop her from groping. Usopp tried to stay calm and ignore her but shifted a little too much, the motion knocking over a row of glasses that was under the bar. He cringed in fear as the glass shattered against the floor.

"There you are you little shit!" came the voice of fake Franky leaning over the bar. Followed by the clicking of a gun pointed directly at the fumbling duo. Usopp acted quick though, flicking a random pop green upwards in hopes of survival.

The latch on the fake cyborg's gun clicked downwards and unloaded with a large BANG. But in a puff of smoke a large banana boat deflected the attack and covered the countertop. It knocked the man back onto his ass. The boat also managing to crash hard into the rows of liquor behind the bar, spritzing everyone in glass and booze. Usopp didn't want to wait around to add it to his tab, scooping Nami up into a bridal carry and bolting for the escape door at the end of the club.

"OH NO YOU DON'T!" Hollered Demalo, stomping his oversized bulk quickly behind the sniper, yanking his shirt and stopping him in his tracks. With his arms holding Nami and her squirming slowing him down he only had one option. He'd had the forethought in that split second to sneak a pop green into his mouth, spitting it towards the closest wall. Thanks to Nami's rough treatment of his shirt, Usopp thrust his muscular body forward and ripped out of the cloth to dive for the floor. The large fake Luffy was confused by his action at first, he could easily just reach down and grab him again, before a suspicious sound emitting from the wall stopped him.

"Wuh?" Was all he managed to get out before dozens of bamboo shoots collided hard with him and his crew. Digging into their skin and shoving them far against the back of the bar, crashing against the wall in a sea of debris.

Usopp had just managed to duck under his own attack, sighing with relief briefly but quickly moving around them to escape this sudden encounter. He burst out of the fire exit door, looking around to find a back alley between the club and a seafood restaurant. The Sunny wasn't too far away, he just had to keep Nami safe until then and she could get some rest. She was quite the pervy drunk but something about the way she was shuddering and licking his uncovered chest was getting him worried. He quickly moved her to his back, holding her thighs as she draped her arms round his neck to begin the run back to the Sunny. She had other plans though, taking the chance to rub her crotch on his back and sniff the large tuft of ponytail.

"I knew Demalo wouldn't be able to handle you." Came a sudden voice at the end of the alley. Usopp quickly turned to see a tall ginger woman with a large belly and an angry look in her eye. But what really concerned the sniper was the knife in her hand, spinning around expertly as she slowly walked towards him. "Boss wants us to bring you to him for what you did, maybe have some fun with that pretty thing in your arms, but I wanna get rough with her first."

"Oi oi, no one has to get rough here."

"Mmmm, get rough with meee." purred Nami, stroking a hand down Usopp's face. He wasn't fully focused on her though, backing away from the knife wielding woman.

Completely out of pop greens now, and gotta protect Nami from this woman at all costs. But I can't leave her alone for a moment to fight either because the other fakes might be here soon. This is looking really bad...

The fake Nami clicked her tongue when real Nami spoke, "You bitch. Do you know how much of a fucking slut I had to be to pretend to be you?!"

"Ssslutt..." Nami hissed loud into Usopp's ear, swirling her tongue around the hole and making him shudder while edging backwards.

Usopp whispered angrily, "N-not helping! Snap out of it already Nami!"

He was still trying to focus on the problem but the drunken navigator was making it difficult. Her hands roamed his face, trying to get it to turn to her as she made kissing noises. Her soft large uncovered breasts were mashed against his bare back and as much as he was ignoring her the noticeable bumps of two nipples on his skin was more than a little distracting.

The only thing that reminded him where he was was the sudden stop he found himself in. His heel knocking up against a wall. And the huge dread that sank into him when he couldn't see an escape.

"You pricks aren't even listening to me!" yelled Chocolat. "Well the love birds can be together forever, in HELL!"

She charged, knife primed to slash the sniper.

Usopp only had one thought: protect Nami. So he spread himself as wide and as tall as he could to present the biggest target, hoping that at least she'd get out of this alright.

He winced for the impact, closing his eyes up tight.

KER-KRACK!

SMASH! CLATTER!

Wait, those aren't knife sounds. He thought.

"Are you two alright?" came a voice that nearly made Usopp burst into tears with relief even before he opened his eyes to see the fluffy face that spoke it. There, in his more animalistic form and a new outfit was the ever loveable cotton candy loving-

"CHOPPER!" Usopp cried while racing forwards to rub his face against the reindeers neck. Somewhere he noted that Chopper was bigger but the happiness he was feeling was too great to care.

"I'm so happy to see you too Usopp!" Chopper cheered, turning his head to knock his antlers into his long-time friend's shoulder. He wanted to change to his small form to hug him properly but instead he looked back to the woman he just attacked. "But I'm so confused, did I just headbutt Nami? You've got another Nami on your back, I wasn't sure if Nami had a twin I didn't know about but she was gonna hurt you with that knife so-"

"It's a fake, Chopper!" Usopp explained sharply, looking over the reindeer to see the dizzy ginger currently face down in a dumpster. "But ignore her, we gotta get the real Nami back to the Sunny! I think she's ill or something!"

In the minute since he'd arrived Chopper had switched from attacker mode to friend mode to confused mode but now it was time for doctor mode. He nodded with a serious look, leaning down in his walking point form to let Usopp carefully drape the unhinged Nami onto his back. The three quickly began running when she was secured and the sniper explained her symptoms to the doctor. First analysis of the patient was that she'd just gotten quite drunk and needed rest, or... this was something else. Nami was looking rather gloss eyed, but also seemed to focus solely on Usopp and was whining when she couldn't hold his hand as they ran.

Not to mention the smells she was giving off right now.

This was going to be a long night.

Water glided past the swordsman's oars. He'd been making good progress to their destination for an hour now, keeping an eye on the moon to reassure himself he was going the right way. No way he was getting shouted at from the pink girl this time.

Not that she was in the mood for anger. Perona had been tossing and turning for a while now, either she was having a nightmare or this coffin was as uncomfortable to sleep in as it looked.

Zoro was honestly getting a little worried about her. Perona's face was looking rather red, which is impressive considering how pale she usually was and the only light to see her was the stars. He'd put his long coat over her to keep her warm, which had benefitted both of them as at some point her bra had come undone and was now resting near her face. Zoro tried not to dwell on the idea of what was under his coat. Appreciating the cold air against his topless chest as he rowed.

She wasn't half bad looking, he admitted to himself after a while. The swordsman hadn't found it tough to stain her underwear at all, even if she did **** him to look away from her naked form and just unload in the corner. The idea of her wearing his sperm had somehow made him hot enough to finish in time for another nap. It had helped that Zoro kept getting lost in that large mansion and walking in on Perona at... certain times. He'd seen her grow into a much more attractive woman than when they'd met, sometimes seeing much more than she'd like and almost killing himself from depression every time. And now here they were, stuck in the middle of the ocean together while the perverted animal just kept getting hornier cause of some nightmare.

As if on cue, "Oi." came a dripping voice below the swordsman. "S-something's wrong."

He looked down at Perona. She'd sat up and shifted the coat off of herself. Her full perky breasts on display as they heaved up and down with her ragged breaths. Her round eyes at a half lidded stare towards the green haired boy.

"You're right." He smirked, reaching down and stroking her mons. Perona gasped at the sudden groping but did not kick him away, Zoro bringing up his now dripping hand to her face. "We've sprung a leak."

Perona twitched, feeling aftershocks of pleasure from even that small simple touch. The ghost princess spread her burning legs out wider and slowly moved her soaked panties aside. Starlight shimmering in her wetness. "D-does that make you want to... go down with the ship?"

Instead of reply, Zoro grabbed her legs and flipped her quickly onto her front. Leaning her body over one of the planks of wood they used to sit. "I'm more practical than that." He said, once more stroking her soaked lips a little before ripping her panties off in one quick motion. She couldn't stop herself from moaning at the manliness on display, a new pulse of liquid escaping Perona as her glistening sex winked back at Zoro. "I see a hole, I fill it. Problem solved."

Zoro stood back up in the coffin and quickly removed his pants. His long sword bobbing in the calm night air, making Perona gulp at its full size. "P-problem solved..." she repeated quietly and spread her legs just a little wider for him to fix the leak.

Jango and Fullbody were panting breathlessly, staring frustratedly at their captain.

Both men had their pants down, cocks used and tired, but Hina still sat there with an unblinking stare.

They'd tried. They'd really tried to up the ante and give the Rear Admiral what she wanted. But every time they tried something new and depraved they'd wake her up and she'd told them she would have done that anyway.

Stripping, titjobs, blowjobs, assjobs, armpit fucking, feet kissing, raw sex, anal, double teaming, shoving a bottle in her ass, wrapping her up in her own powers for bondage, EVERYTHING! And every time Hina said she would have allowed the two men to do the newest action without hypnosis.

She was even getting angry about it, scolding them whenever they performed less than her expectations for depravity. Disappointed in their lack of ambition to own her.

It was the only reason Fullbody was even allowed in, Jango had had a tough time keeping up with Hina's demands he needed his friends help in satisfying them. And it wasn't just because Fullbody had his ear up to the door the whole time and was threatening to break the man's fingers if he didn't let him in. Definitely not, friendship was the reason.

Jango once more undid the hypnosis with a click of his fingers.

Hina blinked, briefly looking around the room a little confused before finding herself and looking at her body. "Hina demands to know what you tried now."

"Both of us fucked your pussy at once." Jango admitted, not really wanting to look Fullbody in the eye.

Hina shook her head, earning a groan from the two men at their latest failure. "No no no. Hina would have done that too. Perhaps true hypnosis really is a myth..." She sighed, once more pushing her dreams to one side. Maybe there was a devil fruit out there with what she needed? Or at least a more dominating hypnotist. "You men may return to your... what is that?"

Fullbody stopped drinking from his mug. "Uhh, it's just a beer. We got you to go get us some drinks while we recharged."

Her eyes lit up, "Then it's true! Your hypnosis does work!"

"...eh?" The two men blinked at her.

She wore a proud smile, "Hina would never get you refreshments in a million years! The only possible explanation is that you controlled Hina! It's a small shift but we can work towards greater things together!"

Jango was flabbergasted. "THAT'S what it took to convince you?!"

"Yes. Though Hina would also have accepted kissing."

Sugary liquid poured from the night sky and a clown faced man was thankful for it. The heavy patter creating a good cover for the sounds the three men were making as they escaped.

Charlotte Raisin, Charlotte Dacquoise, and Charlotte Mont-d'Or walked carefully and quietly through the dark halls of their mansion. Strange reports had been coming in all evening, the homies were all missing, husbands had been stolen from their wives, wives had been stolen soon after that. And when their brothers had gone to investigate most had not returned, being picked off one by one.

They knew they were next, only surviving by hiding out in various side rooms, but the sounds of octopus sucklers getting dangerously close had **** their decision to make a break for it. Getting out of the mansion was the goal now, warning others to stay away was next.

Raisin held his sword in a battle stance, keeping his eye steady as they stepped carefully one pace at a time. "No sign of them yet." He whispered.

Dacquoise hovered just above him, able to follow with his brothers and still watch their backs. "Nothing this way either. We may be in the clear."

"Would you two idiots stop setting flags and shut the fuck up." hissed Mont-d'Or. He took the middle slot in their scared unit and was desperately looking around for their attackers. Which is why he saw what happened next. "Oh no." He mumbled, pointing to their left. "It's the mirrors!"

The two quickly looked at where he gestured to, nearly unable to tell what he was screaming about until a lightning crack illuminated the corridor. A single long leg slid into the frame, a hand following it soon after to trace along the uncovered skin sensually. The red-headed, completely nude Charlotte Cinnamon soon walked into the large picture frame, swaying her body back and forth while wrapping her arms around her torso. With the genes of the long leg tribe also came thick glutes, which she showed off in a display of absolute terror for the three men, twerking for her brothers as sexily as she could.

"RUN!" shouted Mont-d'Or, the three bolting instantly away from their mirror sister.

Their cover blown, all they could do now was hope they could hide again. But as they ran, more mirrors with more of their sisters appeared. Each dancing in their own way to try and seduce them. Broyé, Myukuru, Custard, Mozart, Galette, Citron, and so many more.

Or at least, most were dancing, in others the three saw full on sex scenes. The Charlotte Decuplets were all on top of each other in a large pile, Amande was blowing Cracker while stroking Oven's dick, Joscarpone had her long snake neck bent all the way back to be spit roasted by Counter and Cadenza. They were absolutely surrounded by their sexy sisters and their seductions.

"SHIT!" came a voice behind Raisin. Turning quickly he was able to see the wings of Dacquoise be dragged away into a mirror by the large hand of Hachée.

Raisin stopped in his tracks, shouting out for his brother but it was too late. He was gone.

Mont-d'Or's footsteps quickly started disappearing from earshot. "Stop if you want but I'm go-FUCK!" He shouted suddenly, Raisin once again turning too late to see Charlotte Marble's long arms tangle his brother and drag him into the mirror as well.

Raisin raced to reach him, to grab him or slash the mirror, anything. But the swordsman's only sight when he slammed his hands into the mirror was a scared Mont-d'Or's eyes fade from the mirror and be replaced with his own.

The patter of the rain was deafening now. Each drop a stab of guilt in the remaining brothers conscience. He had his sword ready, but with nowhere to go and nowhere to hide his hands were wavering. It was only a matter of time now, he just couldn't stop his sisters from snatching him and finally getting him to fuck them like they'd always talked about. This sudden grand plan of their must have been plotted for weeks. They must have most of Whole Cake in that mirror world now, their perverted desires always searching for more man meat. There was nothing he could do.

He even sensed his would be attacker, but decided he did not deserve freedom at the price of running from his brothers suffering. He stood with eyes closed, ready to be taken.

"Got you!" came the gastly voice behind him. "HRK!"

Raisin opened his eyes when the capture did not come. He stepped back, very surprised by the sight of his saviour grabbing his sister in one gigantic hand.

"Mamamaa~! Brûlée, what do you think you're doing?"

Rindo took step after heated step through the halls of the ship.

As she had feared the scents and smells of Monkey D. Luffy were making the crew of the Kuja Pirates go absolutely crazy now.

Things had started easy enough, everyone showing off the stains they'd received from their future king. Comparing the amount each of them had like it would grant them higher luck from god. She'd ignored it at first, just happy to have been stained at all, but soon she couldn't help smelling her own and everyone's underwear. Before she'd left her post she had been sniffing one of her crewmates rears like a dog.

She was the only one who had been able to tear herself away from the looks of things. Bodies littered the floors, many Kuja either dropping in place to masturbate vigorously or roughly fuck each other. An entire team was atop Aphelandra right now, swarming her like ants on sugar. The giant woman was clearly defeated by the attack, moaning on the floor as the women took turns sucking on her massive clit or humping her nipples.

As tempted as she was to join them, Rindo continued. She was sucking down cigarette after cigarette just to keep her legs from giving out under her. The only thing that was keeping her going was remembering that massive member she got to suck when she was stained...

She desperately wanted to be back with Luffy. Approaching the Empress' bedchambers the burning in her womb desired more hot sticky cum from the only man to ever touch her. But two problems presented themselves when she arrived: Sandersonia and Marigold. The large sisters intertwined and covered the entrance, neither looking like they had any intention of moving. Their incestial tryst only spurring on the feelings of desire Rindo felt, even such beauties as the Queen's sisters were no match for Luffy's manly scent...

The sniper could have made a move, attempted a running jump over the two snakes scissoring... but for some reason Rindo looked down, and thus, saw her saviour.

"Ran." She breathlessly cooed, collapsing to her knees where the masseuse was writhing. Ran was clearly upset that she too could not make the journey into the elusive holy land of her queen, but was more upset that she was feeling so absolutely hot. She looked back up at Rindo, unable to do anything but communicate her horniness with her half lidded eyes and the massage she was performing on her left breast and pussy.

Her massage drew to a halt and she opened up her pussy. A long drawn out sigh escaping her lips ending in one word. "Please."

The woman didn't need any more prompting. Rindo bent down and crashed her face into Ran's pussy. The former happy to have found the capable hands of Ran to help settle the burning in her stomach, and the latter happy to have her secret crush be the one to have found her. Sure, Ran wanted to fuck Luffy as much as the next Kuja, but they lived and died around the world's sexiest women and Rindo had always been such a strong, alluring presence for her. She quickly grabbed her crush's thighs from around her head and pressed her fingers deep into the muscles. The masseuse had already planned to try and seduce the sniper in her next massage session. Which meant she had deeply laid plans for how to treat Rindo's toned, athletic body. The body that was now swaying gently over her and that she soon joined in sixty-nineing, shoving a tongue up the beauty's snatch.

Inside the room the two girls had been aiming for was the empress, her king... and Marguerite.

She had told him that it was a two person game, but Luffy had dragged the blonde in here insisting that games were funner with more people. She wanted to kick her out, to finally just fuck her husband alone and intertwine their souls forever. But now the commoner was here too and she would have to share. Boa couldn't even take her jacket off now, without fear of her back tattoo being uncovered.

Maybe it was Hancock's fault. She had given him the whole boat to stain, maybe he was worried she wouldn't be enough for him so was bringing her backup. And the blonde had bonded with Luffy over the last few years, now squirming in place with a scared but hopeful look on her face. She was intimidated by her Empress, which was why Boa had never been scared that the blonde would take her husband.

"Luffy. I'll bend my knee to your wishes this one last time... but please, for this game I want you to do as I say."

"Yeah, sure." He dismissively smiled, and turned to Marguerite. But Boa grabbed his face and stretched his neck to turn it to her.

"No Luffy. Promise me. Please." Her eyes bore down into him. Desperately trying to convey the importance of this promise.

He stared back, seeing the serious look at him match her intensity. "Alright. I promise."

She sighed in relief and released him. "Thank you. I'll be sure to add Marguerite to the proceedings as well, by your request."

"T-thank you Mistress." Marguerite finally spoke. She was terrified of angering the queen, but felt that following Luffy's requests was also paramount. The blonde bowed and silently let go of a breath she'd been holding, thankful she wasn't about to be turned to stone again.

And now that the fear had passed, feelings of heat were starting to build up in her again.

"Caesar! What kind of fucked up shit are you pulling now?!" Law shouted over the flapping of wings on top of him. Unable to move with the seastone cuffs pinning his arms behind him.

"Shulololololo! Why, just testing the aphrodisacal qualities of male ejaculate on harpies! It's simple science Trafalgar! Shulololololo!!"

Monet didn't hear either of them. She had a clear gas filled mask over her mouth that was pumping more and more pheromones into her system. A tool of Caesar's own design, able to muzzle even the wildest of monsters. Her eyes aflame with lust, unable to handle the burning that was assaulting her snowy body, the woman was a **** mess. Her talons ripped the last of Law's clothes off his body, the toned boy writhing helplessly underneath her. Monet's mouth dove for the flaccid penis, bumping the gas mask against it and whining at the barrier to her desires.

"Doflamingo will have your head!" Law roared as his dick was enveloped by the harpies large breasts. Her wings fumbling around and trying to mash the soft skin into his hardening erection.

Caesar's evil grin did not falter. Scribbling notes down on Monet's attitude shift and lack of awareness. "You think I haven't already gotten the permission of the young master? He thought this was a wonderful way to loosen the two of you up! Reward your loyalty and ambition with our favourite assistant! Consider this the Donquixote Pirates benefits package, Trafalgar! Shulolololololo!"

The weak trio had returned to the Thousand Sunny now. Usopp paced back and forth outside the girls bedroom, biting his nails as he went. Chopper had been in there for ten minutes forty three seconds now, and he had told Usopp to wait outside until he could analyse her properly.

Suddenly the door swung open, moans pouring out of it as Chopper walked out in silence. A pair of underwear in his hands.

"Is she okay?"

Chopper didn't say anything at first, instead going to the edge of the boat and hopping up onto the railing. Throwing the bra and panties into the cold night waters.

"Is she okay?!" Usopp asked again, attempting to be forceful but voice cracking in worry.

Chopper looked down solemnly for a little before turning around. "She'll be fine, probably. The ****'s been mostly dried from her system but she needs to take... her shot." He reassured while looking down to the ground.

"Oh thank god. I'm so glad you got here when you did. Just go get the needle and I'll help administer it."

The reindeer nodded his head with eyebrows raised, "Oh, you'll help administer it alright. Usopp, you do realise what's wrong with her, right?"

He looked confused at the accusation. "Uhh, no? Did she catch something from the sky island she was on?"

Chopper frowned, crossing his small arms. "You came on Nami's underwear then let her smell it for hours! How do you not get this? She's in heat! Horny! Aroused! Not even Sanji's ever had it this bad! She wouldn't stop begging me to get you in there and have sex with her! If her legs weren't completely dehydrated from the liquids she's dripping, she'd probably be out here telling this to you herself!"

Usopp recoiled at the sudden change in the small reindeer's personality. "Geez, you got crude in two years..."

"It's all medical stuff, Usopp!" He huffed. "It's a regular female response to feel aroused when around a man they want to initiate coitus with! And everyone knows cum is an aphrodisiac yet you coated her in the stuff! The problem is you're not going in there right now!"

Usopp once more recoiled a little, looking back at the door. Obviously he wanted to get in there. To fuck the attractive friend he'd dreamt about for years and have her enjoy him as well. But he thought about what she was saying in the bar, and the friendship the two had that he didn't want to take advantage of if he could avoid it. "S-she... we should just wait for Luffy. He's the one she really wants."

"Usopp." Chopper growled in his sternest doctor voice. "I had no idea you were so behind in your sex education."

The sniper frowned, feeling a bit annoyed at the attitude. "Why don't you go in there then!?"

"I'm a reindeer!" Chopper barked back and stamping his small foot. "Listen. She's been inhaling your scent for the last few hours, if her hormones don't balance out... if she doesn't get satisfaction soon then she's likely to sustain permanent damage." Usopp winced at that, "We don't have time to wait for anyone else. She needs you to get in there and be a hero!"

Usopp knew not to argue with Chopper in doctor mode. Knew that as soon as Nami's health was at risk that he was locked into this fate. Knew that what lied beyond that door would change his life, maybe it was his destiny. He needed to steel his resolve in order to save the fair maiden from herself.

But also, as he turned the doorknob, he knew. 'Sanji's gonna kill me.'

Sanji felt like killing himself.

The moans wouldn't stop. The clawing at the door. The sickening other sounds they were making out there.

He'd barricaded the door with everything in the room. Luggage, the dresser, the table, the bed, everything. Now he was huddled in the corner, not daring to sleep even a second in case their freakishly strong bodies break through that thin wooden door to the scared cook inside.

He secretly hoped his crew had been through a similar hell as he.