Neither of them reach the bar.

Nami was using the thieves’ road to move across the town of Whisky Peak at the best possible speed. Traveling over the rooftops was much faster than if she stuck to the ground level streets. Like most towns with no fire codes the residents found it was far cheaper to build structures that shared walls. The downside was that they were basically all one structure, which was problematic when there was a fire. Ramshackle thieves’ dens didn’t tend to worry about such things. Which meant that while you might have to go up or down a bit, it was a quick, secret, and quiet way to sneak around a town that was in the process of exploding.

Nami was honestly a bit surprised at the level of destruction she was hearing. Mass destruction was more Luffy’s things. Zoro tended to be more precise, and lethal. Most likely it wasn’t Zoro so much as the people trying to stop him.

Nami didn’t give too much thought to who was fighting who. She was mostly focused on getting back to the bar as fast as possible, making sure that Ranma was still there, and then tucking the redhead away in some cubbyhole out of sight where that bastard Captain Ryoga would not be able to find her.

“Fun times,” a familiar voice said from right next to Nami.

“Ahhhhhh, shit! Don’t do that!” Nami screamed as she nailed Ranma on the top of the head with her fist of righteous indignation.

“Why’d you do that?” Ranma complained, rubbing the lump on her head and giving Nami a dirty look.

“You fucking scared me, you idiot! What did you expect me to do?”

“Scream like a little girl,” Ranma said in a matter of fact voice, and just barely dodged Nami’s retaliatory strike. “Geez, why do I always end up associating with violent girls,” she groused.

“Maybe because you make them that way!” Nami retorted. She debated ordering Ranma to conceal herself, but then she’d have to explain why. That was a no go. She’d have to settle for keeping her eyes open and joining up with the crew as quickly as possible. As much as she’d love to shove Ranma into a sack and keep her in it until the ship was out of sight of land, that wasn’t going to happen.

With no need to get back to the bar as quickly as she had thought, Nami stopped going for speed and shifted to stealth mode. She drew the hooded cape that had been fluttering behind her in around her body and pulled the cowl up over her head. The mottled grey and blacks of the cape along with her dead black body-suit made her almost invisible as long as she stayed in the shadow.

“Nice outfit,” Ranma remarked. “Sanji is going to bleed out when he spots you in it.” She added, referring to the fact that the body-stocking might as well have been painted on for all it concealed Nami’s body.

“That’s it’s other function,” Nami said with a shrug. “If some guy does spot you, he’ll usually spend so much time leering you’ll have time to slip a knife between his ribs, or offer to suck his dick, before he raises the alarm.”

“I noticed the knife was your first option,” Ranma remarked casually.

“I’m not a cabin girl. I choose when and how I suck dick, and what my advantage for doing it is.”

“Well, I can sort of see your point. I don’t mind sucking or fucking any of our guys. But unless Luffy, or you, tell me to do it, I’m not going to be spreading my legs for random guys unless I like them, or there is a fucking good reason. Though, come to think of it, I'm going to have to start holding out on Sanji, Naruto, and Usopp.”

“Wait, what? Why?” Nami asked, puzzled at the fact the cock-hungry red-head was proposing she go on a diet.

“Motivation. Usopp and Naruto especially. Those two do love their pussy. Sanji is even worse. He’d walk through fire for a chance to tap a girl’s ass, so it works well for him as well.”

“Motivation for what?”

“To improve their fighting skills. Usopp proved at the party that he could come up with a plan and take me down with his skills, but he had help. If he expects to get his dick sucked in the future I’m going to expect him to show progress in his sniping and weapon creation. Same goes for Naruto and Sanji. They have potential, they just need some motivation to improve. Course I can’t demand they out and out beat me. That ain’t ever going to happen, but I’ll let them win if they up their level.”

“What about Luffy and Zoro?” Nami asked curiously.

“They are not nearly the sex hounds the other three are. They do it to be friendly, but they’ll both take no for an answer.—damn it all anyway— But there are other ways to motivate them. Take Zoro. If I can get Sanji to level up with promises of pussy, Zoro will bend over backward to keep pace with him. As for Luffy, he already pushes himself everyday. The problem with him is that his standard attack pretty much comes down to hitting it, and if that doesn’t work, hitting it harder. He needs to learn some basic fighting techniques, modified to take advantage of his ability. Oh, and Haki of course. They all need to learn that if they can. You and the girls as well.”

Nami did her best not to react to the way Ranma was talking. Usually the girl came across as a cock-hungry little bimbo, but sometimes, like now, Nami was reminded that she knew next to nothing about Ranma. However, the last thing Nami wanted to do was to point out that Ranma was letting her guard down. It seemed that along with sex, fighting was something she was enthusiastic enough about to drop her guard without being aware of it. But the mention of haki, and training her and the other girls was something she couldn’t just let pass.

“I don’t remember asking you to train me! I’ve done pretty well on my own. I don’t need your help!”

“Don’t care! I’ve heard that excuse before. I’m not going to make the same mistake again. You have a hella of a lot of willpower, and smarts, and you’re already using haki without knowing you are. I’m not gonna let you be just good enough. Not when you could be so much better.”

“What do you mean I’m already using haki?” Nami actually stopped moving and turned to face Ranma in surprise.

Ranma rubbed the bump on the top of her head. “Of course you are. You think you could hurt me or Luffy if you couldn’t use haki? According to what old man Crocus told me, Haki is what levels the field between pure unaugmented fighters and devil fruit users. Right now you’re using it unconsciously, but if you can get a handle on it you’ll be awesome. And you won’t be the play-toy of any devil fruit user who happens to take a fancy to you.”

Nami’s mind flashed to the casual way Ryoga had used her body. She knew he was a devil fruit user. Suddenly getting trained didn’t seem to be such a hardship. “I’m in!” she snapped out, and then resumed heading for the bar where she presumed Tashigi, Carrot, Luffy and Usopp still were.

Ranma and Nami had to make their way up a two story rise that was between them and where they wanted to go, and when they got to the top they discovered there was someone there before them. A certain cook, who was sitting on the edge of the roof watching the fight below him, along with the blue-haired Ms. Wednesday. Not that the girl was doing much watching. She was mostly rocking back and forth on her belly.

“Yo, Sanji,” Ranma called out in greeting while Nami stared at the hogtied, naked and ball-gagged Ms. Wednesday. The girl was lying on her belly beside the seated Sanji making muffled protests over her situation. The cook had the palm of one hand resting on the helpless girl’s rear with his fingers deep in the cleft of her ass. From the noises she was making and the way her ass clenched and unclenched in time with the motion of Sanji’s hand it was clear he was investigating how snug her pussy was. Strangely, Nami wasn’t getting a molestation vibe from Sanji. It was more like someone trying to soothe an angry cat, and doing a poor job of it.

True to Ranma’s prediction, Sanji took one look at Nami in her skin-tight stealth suit and came very close to passing out. He visibly wavered and had to put his free hand on the roof to steady himself. “I no longer need to die, for I have already seen heaven,” he caroled as he ran his eyes up and down Nami’s body while blood trickled out of his nose. Despite his obvious rapture over Nami’s appearance, his hand never left Ms. Wednesday’s ass.

“I told you to look out for her! Not finger fuck her ass!” Nami snapped at Sanji.

“I was left with ****. It seems that Ms. Vivi is every bit as noble as I perceived upon our first meeting, and as you surmised.”

“Who the fuck is Ms. Vivi, and what does she have to do with this?”

“Nefertare Vivi, who you know as Ms. Wednesday, is, as it turns out, the crown princess of Alabasta.”

“Fuck!” Nami said, rocking back on her heels, for once nearly speechless.

“Well, you did say she was a spoiled rich girl slumming it,” Ranma reminded her.

“Not exactly,” Sanji corrected Ranma. “As it turns out she was working undercover, along with the captain of the royal guard. They infiltrated Baroque Works in an attempt to uncover their intentions and plans for Alabasta. Unfortunately their stratagem has been uncovered and assassins were sent to do away with the pair of them. I helped her and her companion escape their attention, temporarily. Impressing her protector in the process. Which is why I learned all of this.”

Nami rubbed her forehead with the palm of her hand. “Let me guess. Luffy invited her to join our crew. How could he resist having a real live pirate princess on board our ship.”

“Luffy is currently busy trying to kill Moss head,” Sangi said, shifting his hand between the cheeks of Vivi’s ass and making her back arch as she clearly orgasmed. “Witnessing them fight might have contributed to the captain of the royal guard making his offer, however.”

“What?” Nami screamed, clearly wanting clarification.

“Great! I’ve been trying to figure out how to get those two to go toe to toe!” was Ranma’s enthusiastic reaction. It earned him looks from both Sanji and Nami.

Ranma felt the need to explain herself in the face of those looks. “What? You need to fight strong opponents to improve.” She gave Sanji a look in return and added, “You really need to stop the trash talking and start actually fighting with Zoro if you want to step up your game.”

Sanji chose to answer Nami’s question. “I have no idea what bug crawled up our captain’s ass. He just showed up, and ignored everything but Zoro. He said he was going to kill the Moss head, and instantly attacked him. I can understand the sentiment, but don’t know the reason.”

“You take the assassins out?” Ranma asked.

“I would have, but I judged it better to get Ms. Vivi to safety first. She was determined to protect her protector Igarapa. With great **** I was **** to secure her so she would not do something foolish.”

“Wait, the weird guy who's the mayor of this place?” Ranma asked. “The one who set us up to get **** and sold to the marines, or into slavery? He’s working undercover as well.”

“That’s him.”

“Damn, he’s a cold bastard. Doing that to us just to pretend to be scum.” Ranma said.

Princess Vivi made loud protesting sounds that turned into helpless mewls as Sangi shifted his hand between her legs.

“I believe he is an honorable man. Try to remember he thought we were bloodthirsty pirates when he lured us into their honey trap. Plus, I refuse to believe that Vivi would have been so foolish as to allow a dishonorable man to own her.”

“Own? What do you mean he owns her?” Nami demanded. “Slavery is illegal.”

“You know as well as I do that it exists. People just play semantics and call it something else. As for the situation with Vivi and the Captain of the guards, Igarapa. It was only a formality apparently. In the country of Alabasta all females belong to the men, even the princess. They don’t call it slavery. Nor do they consider it as such. But for all their protests, that is what it is. Anyway, it is seen as a disgraceful state of affairs in that nation for a woman not to belong to a man. No true son of Alabasta would dream of not offering the security of his ownership to a female left ownerless for whatever reason. No woman is **** to live on the street, or sell herself to survive. It is truly a chivalrous culture.” Sanji’s eyes grew distant and his voice wistful. “The only way Vivi could avoid the disgrace of being without an owner while going undercover was to bring an owner with her. So she sold herself to the captain of the royal guard.”

“Excuse me! She sold herself?” Nami asked with a glance at the hogtied princess Sanji was fingerfucking. “Isn’t that a bit backward?”

“Apparently she used a loophole. I’m not sure of the details. But in any case her current owner, the captain of the guards, sold her to me for ten berri, on the condition that I return her to her true owner, her father, for a guaranteed price on delivery.” Sanji extracted a document from inside his shirt with his free hand.

Vivi screamed into her gag, and thrashed in her bonds. Sanji looked a bit guilty, though he didn’t remove his hand from between her legs. “Apparently the females of Alabasta take great pride in their sales price, and get to keep half of it. She was not pleased to be sold for only ten berri. I would have paid more, but it was all I had on hand. I’m afraid I’ve rather badly insulted her.” Sanji added, looking a bit shamefaced. Even as his finger’s continued to make wet sounds between the helpless girl’s legs.

Nami got right to the most important fact. “How much is her father going to pay for her?” She demanded.

“The usual. Half his kingdom's net worth at the time of sale.”

Ranma expected Nami to collapse into a puddle of orgasmic bliss at this revelation. She was as shocked as Sanji when metaphorical flames shot out of Nami’s mouth as she screamed. “You total idiot! Her kingdom is likely dead broke, on paper, with debt out the ass! Half of zero is zero!”

Nami shot Vivi a glare, taking in how firm and fine her body was. “We’d be better off selling her on the open market. If every female in the country is a ****, they must have a lot of **** markets.”

Sanji looked a bit uneasy. “The contract stipulated that her father must be given the chance at first refusal. The only way we could legally sell her elsewhere is if he refuses to buy her.”

Nami closed her eyes as if in pain. “So we have to feed and care for her, give her free transportation, for who knows how far, and if we’re lucky we’ll get whatever change her father happens to have in his pockets at the time. Is that about right?”

Sanji was looking distinctly nervous. “That may be the case. But she has value just as herself.” Sanji extracted his hand from between Vivi’s legs, causing her to slump slightly and revealing his glistening wet fingers. He gave her firm ass a swat. “She is a lovely tight little package.”

“We already have two cabin girls of vastly superior quality, you idiot!” Nami said in a carefully controlled voice.

“Aw, thanks boss,” Ranma said with a pleased expression.

“I’ll be looking at that contract,” Nami told Sanji. “In the meantime keep your hands off, and your cock out of her.” She’ll work for her passage as a common sailor.”

Nami turned to look at Ranma. “Sanji is on short rations. No sex beyond the nessessary. Make sure Carrot doesn’t throw him any mercy fucks.”

“Nami-chawn! Surely you can’t be so cruel!” Sanji cried out piteously.

“Don’t push me.”

“Can I suggest an exception, boss,” Ranma asked Nami.

“Ranma-chawn, you are as merciful as you are beautiful,” Sanji gushed, only to get cut off when Nami slammed a fist down on the top of his head and drove his face into the roof they were standing on.

“Depends! Does he have to walk over flaming hot coals?” Nami asked Ranma.

“Nah, he just has to defeat me or Carrot in a fight. If he can take it, he can have it.”

Nami gave Ranma a skeptical look. “You wouldn’t go easy on him?”

“My word of honor. If he wants to stick his dick in me or Carrot recreationally he can only do it by forcing us until you say otherwise. Until then nothing but quick rub and tug blowjobs every couple of weeks for as long as you have him on minimal relief.”

“Ranma-chawn, that is cruel. How could I possibly fight you or the sweet Carrot?”

“Wrong question. You should be asking yourself if there is any possible way you can beat either of us. Because right now I can’t see any. Looks like your either going to have to step up your game, or get used to only sitting on the sidelines while we fuck Zoro and the other guys.”

A wicked grin spread across Nami’s face at the thought of Sanji having to watch Zoro enjoy unlimited pussy while he went without. “Okay. I’ll go along with that stipulation.” She agreed. “And, just to make sure neither of you go soft on him. I’ll be in charge of his medically necessary servicing. I’m betting that after two weeks his balls will be so full and aching that I can get him off in less than ten seconds.”

“Even Nami-chawn’s cruel side is beautiful. I will be grateful for even a single second of her service,” Sanji said, trying, but failing, to sound gallant.” He directed a wistful look at Vivi’s bound body, sorrowing over opportunities lost.

“Now! Let’s get back to our other two idiots?”

“Which ones?” Ranma asked, not even joking.

“Zoro and Luffy. I don’t mind them tearing up the town instead of the ship in a brawl, but I don’t want them to develop any truly bad feelings for each other.” Nami actually looked more concerned than annoyed.

“Don’t worry about it. Neither of them is the sort to hold a grudge. If we can just figure out what set Luffy off.” Ranma assured her.

Finding the fight was easy. They just had to listen for the sound of buildings breaking. Sanji slung Vivi over his shoulder, and under the watchful eye of Nami restricted himself to holding her in place with an arm wrapped around her narrow waist instead of with a hand on her rear and a finger, or two, up her ass.

Soon they were looking over the edge of a building down at Zoro and Luffy. Except for a lot of wreckage the street was mostly clear, except for two figures at the end of the street who were watching the fight.

“The girl is Miss. Valentine. The Man is Mr. Five. They are devil fruit users. Not sure what they can do,” Sanji whispered. He looked over at the bound and gagged Vivi. “We could ask the princess?” He suggested.

“Nah. Let's watch and see what they can do first hand. It will be good practice for when a fight is serious, and we don’t have someone to supply a cheat sheet,” Ranma said.

“Damn, I didn’t really notice before because he was passed out, but how on earth can Luffy walk like that, let alone fight?” Nami asked.

They all had to agree. Luffy currently looked more like a beach ball with legs and arms than a human. He had to be nearly twenty feet around at the belly. Despite that he hardly seemed handicapped at all.

From this distance they could clearly hear Zoro yell at Luffy,” What the fuck stupid idea do you have!”

“Shut up. I’ll never forgive anyone who is as ungrateful as you!” Luffy yelled back.

“Ungrateful? How the fuck am I ungrateful!”

“How dare you slice up all these people when they were so nice to us and gave us such great food!”

Both Nami and Sanji facepalmed, while Ranma looked thoughtful. “Luffy does have a point. They threw us that great party. What set Zoro on a rampage?”

One of Nami’s eyelids twitched.

Down below an exasperated Zoro tried to explain to Luffy, “Look, you asshole!” but that was as far as he got.

“I don't want to hear the excuses from someone who cut up people who gave us such yummy food!” Luffy screamed, throwing an extended punch that Zoro barely dodged. The punch did hit the wall behind him, and collapsed it.

“Are you trying to kill me!” Zoro screamed, looking at the collapsed wall.

“Yes!” the raging Luffy yelled back.

“Fine, if that’s the way you want it, then let's get this on.”

“Why is my captain such an idiot?” Nami snarled as the twitch in her eyebrow grew stronger.

When Luffy moved in to deliver another punch, Zoro booted him in his hugely swollen belly and sent him sailing down the middle of the street, right into the two assassins who had been casually standing there watching, knocking them right through a wall and into the interior of a house.

After that it was a bit pathetic. The deadly and dangerous assassins were pretty much comic relief as they became mere collateral damage as Luffy and Zoro brawled.

It wasn’t that they didn’t have kick-ass abilities, Ranma thought. Unlike the one her guy side seemed to have of turning girls into cock-sleeves. She was sure some pervert would love to be able to do that, but as a **** multiplier in a fight it was as useless as tits on a rooster.

Take the guy. He seemed to be able to make any part of his body explode, while remaining unharmed. But he was as bad as Luffy. His entire strategy seemed to be tossing random explosives at people. He could have done so much more. Such as using the propulsive effect of his ability to make himself faster. He even had the example of his female partner for inspiration.

That girl could alter her weight from one kilo to ten thousand Kilo. a hell of an ability. She used the air blast created by her partner to send her high into the air using her umbrella as a sail. She would then increase her weight and crash down on top of whoever she was fighting, or try to.

As Zoro proved all that was needed to counter that was to simply step to the side.

Like her partner she didn’t come close to making the best use of her ability.

Really, it was painful to watch how poorly the two so-called assassins made use of abilities that should have elevated them into the top tier of fighters. Give their ship’s sniper time and forewarning and Ranma would wager on Usopp over them.

Frankly. When it came to the safety of Zoro and Luffy, Ranma was more worried about Nami doing them grievous bodily harm than those two losers.

One thing Ranma noticed was very interesting. Luffy somehow digested what had to be several hundred pounds of food during the fight and was back to his normal flat-bellied body. He’d only been out of her sight for about a minute while it happened. Given how often the captain left her seriously cum-inflated, being able to digest, or absorb that bulge quickly was something Ranma very much desired. The feeling of being filled to the brim with hot sperm was great, but it handicaped her ability to fight. Mind you, she supposed she could practice while in an inflated state instead of just laying around and savoring the afterglow.

As it turned out Ranma was right to be worried about their volatile navigator. A flying chunk of adobe that would have crushed the bound and gagged princess if not for Sanji kicking it into dust, was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Ranma would have liked to let her two crewmates fight it out till they couldn’t move, but she wasn’t about to try and stop Nami when the fuming orange-haired girl jumped off the roof. Her ragged looking and flimsy looking hood and cape fluttered out behind her, and Ranma took note that Nami gripped the hem in order to create a windbreak that slowed her fall as she dropped into the gap between Zoro and Luffy.

“Give it a rest, you idiots!” Nami screamed, bringing her fists down on the heads of both Zoro and Luffy. The pain jolted both of them out of their focus and they turned their ire on Nami as they rubbed their brand new bumps.

“Why did you do that?” Both of them yelled in stereo.

Instead of answering either of them directly Nami got up into Luffy’s face, causing him to bend over backward and leaving her black as pitch tits dangling from her chest as she leaned forward to keep the same distance. “Get this straight, idiot captain. They stuffed us full of food and drink for the same reason a farmer fattens a pig. For the slaughter. They’d have shipped you off to the Marines for your bounty, and sold the rest of us into illegal slavery. Carrot would have likely ended up on a world noble's dinner table.” Nami threw the last bit in for the shock value. Hoping it would penetrate their captain’s thick skull and make him consider the consequences in the future.

“Oh, so Zoro didn’t cut them up because they didn’t make him the sort of food he likes?” Luffy asked in a totally serious voice.

“Do I look like you?” Zoro yelled at Luffy.

“Sheesheeshee,” Luffy laughed sheepishly, all his previous rage vanished just like that. “Good fight, though,” he said.

“Yeah, not bad!” Zoro grudgingly replied, not quite ready to abandon his exasperation with Luffy.

Ranma had watched Nami’s attack carefully, and she was sure that just as Nami’s fists landed there was just the tiniest hint of the blackness that was the telltale sign of Haki. Just a flicker, maybe. But she could work with it.

Ranma wasn’t just motivated to make Nami a truly effective fighter to make up for her mistakes in the past. If she could teach Nami to use Haki every other crew member would clamor to learn it as well.

Now all she had to do was figure out how the fuck to teach it to someone.