Tashigi Aftermath

*written with Namichwan

Tashigi woke up disoriented, immediately because of the heavy sweaty warm weight pressing down on her torso uncomfortably compressing her breasts and more remotely because of the unfamiliar roll of the ship. Her mind was still hazy and confused, trying to piece together what was happening around her as she felt warm breath against her neck.

She opened her eyes even as she breathed in the thick pungent scene of sex and saw the pirate Nico Robin's naked form atop her, the woman's massive breasts squashing out to encompass Tashigi's sides as she lay with her head hanging off her shoulder.

Tashigi lifted her own head and looked past the twin hills of Robin's raised bottom to see a towering spire of awe-inspiring cock-flesh crowned with probably the most beautiful glans she'd ever laid eyes on. As big as a fat apple and looking just as juicy, it had a perfectly masculine shape, like a broad bell affixed atop a pillar.

The sight brought much of what had happened last night back to her and she couldn't help but feel a burst of elation at the awareness that she was now a confirmed Babe, the management of her sexuality and appearance finally off her own meager shoulders and into the qualified hands of a Babe Spotter.

And no mere provincial custodian either!

For a Babe Spotter's worth was measured in inches and girth and even with her limited relations with penii, she could tell Nakaba was a luminary of feminine appraisal and sexual prowess that came but once an era!

She did feel some small melancholy and regret for giving up the life of service to enforcing peace and enacting justice. For leaving the sides of her comrades in arms….Admiral Smoker….

Tashigi became slowly aware of a dull throbbing ache in her interior down there as well as a veritable flood of moisture that could only be one thing.

Thick, fertile Babe-Spotting cum. The feeling of all of it in there, along with the nature of last night's activities, gave her a very strong sense of her gender. A gentle euphoria seemed to radiate outward from her belly, a probable inevitability given her status as a breedable woman. Not to mention having secured for herself the superior seed of such a man.

Glancing to the left she saw Nami, her eyes closed, and her cheek smushed into the bed, her bright red hair messily falling all around and a satisfied smile painted on her sleeping face. The position she was in hardly looked comfortable, her buttocks raised high in the air, her torso and arms hugging a crumpled pillow and Tashigi vaguely recalled Luffy madly drilling the Straw Hat's navigator in just that position. Involuntarily she found herself squeezing the muscles of her own bottom together as she remembered just where the captain had been plunging.

Speaking of… where was the Straw Hat captain?

There was no sign of him from what Tashigi could see. Though admittedly her vision was slightly hampered by the leaning woman on top of her. Moving gently and supporting Robin's sleeping weight with an arm, Tashigi sat up a bit and saw the final member of last night's sexual activities.

Zoro, as nude as the rest of them, was laid out on the floor away from the bed, his exquisitely muscular body lying straight on his back with his folded arms behind his head. He looked for all the world like he'd just decided to take a casual nap and would wake up at any moment.

And like the rest of these virile boys, one part of him was already awake. Sticking up straight as an arrow and gently waving around in small circles with his breathing was Zoro's own legitimately beautiful long phallus.

Tashigi had been aware of the phenomenon of 'morning wood'. But she hadn't realized just how apt the term was or how common. Especially when one considered how well… used these members had been last night.

“Good morning.” Whispered a voice in her ear that nearly made her scream in surprise. She clutched her chest and tried to calm her heart while scowling at the cruel teasing face of a giggling Nico Robin. A scathing pout did nothing to stop the sickeningly sweet smile of the older woman, who was now propping herself up on her own elbows and looking into Tashigi’s soul, “Admiring the swordsman’s phallus? Perhaps Nami is right and you do harbor some low level crush for the man.”

“W-what?! I DON-!”

A hand clamped over her mouth before she could finish, Robin lifting a single finger to her lips. “Hush now, wouldn’t want to wake your Prince.” She mocked, making the annoyed Tashigi evolve into an angry Tashigi.

Lightly tearing the hand from her mouth, Tashigi continued to pout up at the woman on top of her, “Are you going to get off me anytime soon?”

“Oh? Don’t like the feel of my body against yours? I’ve been starting to enjoy the touch of another woman quite a lot these days,” Robin purred, wriggling a little bit on top of the ex-marines body and showcasing how tightly pressed they were together. A blush filling the cute cheeks of Tashigi as she felt softness and firmness all the way up, even letting introspective hands begin to roam her body. It was when the hands of Robin began to equal more than two, and one decided to explore a little too adventurously that Tashigi had to stop this.

“Hey!” She snapped back quietly, using all her Marine training to grab Robin’s body and roll the two of them on the spot. It was just quiet enough so no one awoke and let Tashigi be the one on top between the pair. Robin was surprised for a moment before returning to her teasing smile. A smile that just made Tashigi frown in annoyance, “...stupid horny pirates…”

“Stupid horny pirates that you’re now a part of,” Robin reminded. “How many friends and family did you leave behind, I wonder?”

“Oh, be quiet.” Tashigi sighed, “We both know that Babe Spotting goes beyond these conflicts. It’s for the good of humanity that I abandon my post for the biggest dick I find. Just like how you’d stop being a pirate for a big marine dick.”

The older woman giggled at the resolve, “Perhaps so. Though thankfully a phallus as large as Nakaba’s only comes around once a lifetime. Our ‘duty as humans’ seems to be locked with him.”

“Guess so.”

Tashigi finally got up from pinning the archaeologist. Looking around the room while shifting her long untied hair behind her body. It seemed like her suspicions were true, and Luffy had abandoned the room at some point. “Our captain has gone ashore,” said Robin, as if replying to Tashigi’s inner thoughts. “While you slept we arrived at a small island. Nakaba enjoyed ordering people around so much that he told the other men to go hunting for new Babes to enjoy. Though I’m sure Luffy will just spend his time having fun instead.”

“...why do you follow that man then? Should Nakaba not be captain?”

“I shouldn’t.” Came the groggy morning voice of the big dicked bastard man. Tashigi squeaked at his tired eyes blinking barely awake, almost looking like Nakaba was glaring at her, “This isn’t my first rodeo, I know how to stay in my lane. I don’t know anything about actual battles and being a pirate. Luffy’s better at that than me, but when we’re out here having fun? When better to let an expert Babe Spotter take control.” He surmised, yawning multiple times through his speech but ending with a satisfied smile. With a nod at Tashigi’s thoughtful silence, he then rolled over, his form overtaking Robin’s as she giggled in happiness. “Now both of you shut it, I need another few hours of sleep.”

“Yes sir,” Robin said from underneath him, “Besides. Looks like there’s something else for our morning Marine to get on with.”

A small flash of movement caught Tashigi’s eye and she quickly looked around the room.

Soon enough she latched upon a fleshy pink thing protruding from the far wall. It waggled from side to side. It took her a moment of gazing at it intently before recognized it for what it was: a small non-breeding penis belonging to one of the other Straw Hats was sticking out through a hole.

Looking further up the wall from it, she saw two more holes and two eyes peering at her imploringly.

She sniffed derisively. Nope. She was NOT a cumrag thankfully and wouldn't be performing THOSE duties unless directly ordered by her Spotter.

Of course, if she did get that order she would do so with aplomb, quickly and efficiently and with no fuss at all.

She still had her honor after all. A Babe's honor was no less sacred than a Marine's!

She noted that here were holes carved into the walls all around the room at similar varied heights and spacing. It made sense. This way there could be impromptu Babe Shows each and every night to ensure the crew's urges we're properly relieved.

Back on board the Dauntless, she'd had the ship's carpenter already installing such 'glory holes' in one small closet in preparation for when the Bureau of Personnel finally got around to delivering a proper Marine cumrag. There were different schools of thought as to the proper procedures regarding such comfort crew. A few of her more careless fellow officers were prepared to simply house their cumrags in the crew quarters entirely unregulated. Tashigi was convinced such a practice would only lead to a lack of discipline, filthy living conditions, and more than likely an ill-used cumrag that would have to be replaced far too quickly given their purpose for long cruises.

A box-like room with plentiful apertures for access had always seemed to her a fine solution. It would protect the cumrag and keep it in fine condition and gaining entry to that small pleasure room would be a fine reward for deserving sailors who had proven themselves reliable.

But without such a room, these Straw Hats had reverted to simple glory holes in the woman’s cabin. No doubt an idea of Nakaba’s to help his fellow man out, but the quandary still remained: what to do with this turgid invader?

Tashigi had knelt under by the wall and had been staring at it for some time now. Without an order she often felt lost. Such was the life of her Marine training, she supposed. Nakaba was indisposed and sleeping, though Nico Robin had certainly suggested something on her way down. Was this Tashigi’s responsibility? She would need to pleasure the men during Babe Shows anyway, so perhaps this was just another layer of duty she’d need to swallow on this ship.

And speaking of swallowing, her mouth was preparing multiple layers of saliva as it approached the penis.

Which one was this? The chef? The shipwright? It was hard to tell. The pubes were shaven and Tashigi hadn’t had the chance to familiarize herself with the various lengths yet. Who would she want this to be… well, Nakaba obviously, but that just simply wasn’t the case. Next best case scenario… Luffy, perhaps? Though none of the options were titillating her particularly.

Besides, the one benefit to a glory hole is the question mark. The infinite possibility of whoever you wanted behind that divider. Imagination was your only limiter.

So when Tashigi’s mind formed her old Captain Smoker, she was rather surprised.

The idea she was looking up at him and his vast chest, the blush on his cheeks as he let her kiss the tip and clean his ready cock, it certainly made it more palatable. Sloppy kisses and small licks began to run over the wall feature, Tashigi slowly getting more into it as she suckled her duty. The dick was enjoying it as well, occasionally bouncing out her mouth from various surges of pleasure it was feeling. Only stopping when she finally took it within her lips properly to let the piping hot meat stick explore her curious mouth.

She didn't have to do much it seemed to entertain this member except provide an orifice of sufficient lubrication. With pursed lips around the sliding shaft, she had only to keep her head in place as the anonymous Straw Hat assaulted her mouth. The violent pounding of his hips against the wooden wall made her mentally wince and she made a note to ensure the shipwright added some soft material to this station.

Given her rough treatment from the one-time pirate hunter and his far more formidable tool, this much was child's play to Tashigi.

She could hear muffled sounds of grunting and moaning and she was faintly pleased at the signs of success, also surprised at the quickness. He tried to hold off, pausing his thrusts and retreating a bit so that merely the petite glans poked from the hole. But she wasn't having that. The faster she could relieve his lusts, the sooner this sailor could return to his duties, increasing the overall efficiency of the ship.

So she pressed forward, hands splayed to either side of the hole, and she captured the swollen tip with her lips, nuzzling his slit with her tongue's tip. She tasted his bad seed and heard him gasp sharply, the cockhead swelling. Swiftly, she pulled back and stepped away as the dick fired off its abundance.

Standing straight, she clasped her hands behind her back and observed the lesser Straw Hat's ejaculation impassively, treating his sexual health with much the same manner she had her previous Marine subordinates.

His first shot spiraled down to decorate the floorboards, the second arched weakly and the third dribbled listlessly from the spasming pink helmet.

She studied the yellowish strands of goo on the floor as the withering penis withdrew from
whence it came, unable to resist curling her lip slightly as she compared this paltry amount of tainted seed to the thick, goopy pearly white tidal wave of goodness that her Babe Spotter had been able to provide over and over again last night. Would Smoker have made a similar load? There was no way to tell, but without him being a Babe Spotter, signs pointed to probably…

A soft clapping came from the bed. Robin was still underneath a sleeping Nakaba but there were a pair of her eyes watching, one each from the bottom of Nakaba's feet. A still **** Nami was providing a base for a pair of Robin's hands which were clapping, that base being her naked bottom stuck up in the air.

"Oooh. So dismissive. A menial task completed with a minimum of fuss and no coaching necessary. It seems you have your own style as a ship-board Babe, one perfectly suited to please our Nakaba. To see that cold task mistress facade thrown away for a cock-drunk sow when her Spotter takes her-”

“Oh, give it a rest.” Tashigi dismissed, turning from the holes in the wall. “I am here for that penis and all its owner demands of me, do not pretend that means we need to get along.” She sighed, walking away to the door to begin her morning routine that had been drilled into her by her upbringing. The woman grabbed some of Nami’s clothing from the drawers and quickly got dressed, lingering only slightly by the doors. “I will perform my role on the crew, but do not expect me to enjoy being a pirate…”

The disembodied smile moved over to the wall next to the door. “I believe making you enjoy yourself will become Nakaba’s first priority with an attitude like that. But do not worry, I’ll be right here by his side as soon as you wish to ‘get along’ with us filthy pirates.”

Tashigi had no further arguments with the stubborn mouth, instead beginning a morning jog around the Straw Hat Pirates’ ship. Perhaps it would be interrupted again by whichever degenerate she ran into next (she was running braless after all with the front of her blouse open as instructed) but it would be a good chance to familiarize herself with this floating mansion that she’d chased for so long.

She had no idea when she’d be called upon, but Tashigi wanted to be ready for her new Master.