Down Where It's Wetter (Part 5: Chaos in the Palace)

Cover Story: From The D*cks of the World Continued - Vol. 6

“Uhh, Vice-Admiral Smoker? Why are your legs made of smoke?”

“None of your damned business.”

In truth, the latest normality had slammed into his and Tashigi’s little tryst a little too hard. Having established that they shared a fetish for her legs, having her walk around in only her bra and panties did far too much to his boner. Smoker had to keep his lower legs intangible smoke just to stop himself from grabbing his subordinate again and railing her in front of the whole crew.

They’d already been at it five times today alone, and it wasn’t even noon. Mostly because he had tried to get involved with her hobby/obsession she had regarding the legendary blades. The simple fact he was trying (plus he was polishing swords too lewdly for her) made the bespectacled subordinate far too horny and she’d polished his sword very thoroughly afterwards.

The whole situation was completely weird for the both of them. Hiding from the other Marines was annoying, yet more than a little thrilling. And Smoker was thoroughly enjoying the wild and passionate sex with the long legged curvy bombshell.

Their smell was getting a little harder to hide, as Tashigi was becoming rather semen soaked both inside and out.

Perhaps it would die out when they reached Punk Hazard.

“We’re going to need to restock on fluids if you’re going to be this constantly wet on this voyage.”

“Hina shall not apologise.”

“Well, we could always stop indulging in your fetish so much.”

“Hina refuses.”

“Hehe, fine. Then shut up and know your place.”

With a gulp, the pink haired marine nodded at her master. Already her pussy was oozing far more sticky liquid onto the wooden table she was sitting on. Jango and Fullbody smiling lecherously at their superior’s utterly humiliating pussy being so honest with its subjugation to hypnosis. The former hadn’t even begun shaking his pendulum, just having it out was enough for Hina to quiver and clench in need.

And not to mention all the other marines subtly peeking in from outside the window of the captain’s quarters.

“It isn’t just you, we forgot to account for all these other women’s new fetishes making them leak everywhere.” Jango continued.

Fullbody nodded, “Yeah, have you seen the amount that Anna floods the ship with whenever you shake that thing? Maybe giving a giant girl a gigantic fetish was a bad play.”

“Hina disagrees.”

Even with his eyes behind dark shades it was clear Jango rolled them. “Duh. You get off on them being horny because of us. And I thought I told you to shush. You know what you have to do now?”

A little too happily, Hina slapped her own mouth, activating her powers to cause a black cage muzzle to appear on her. From outside a few gasps could be heard from the girls looking in. Jango and Fullbody trying their hardest to ignore them so they wouldn’t get scared off, but struggling immensely.

“Well, either way we’re running out of options.” Fullbody sighed, taking a handful of his captain’s breast, or as the two had dubbed ‘the thinking position’. “I know this was supposed to be a long voyage on quiet waters so you two could take the time to seduce all the others, but with how quick we’re running through the fresh water reserves we’ll be dying of thirst by Thursday.”

Jango took the other breast, also pondering their plight, “Yeah. Even hypnotising everyone to let us drink their pussy juices didn’t work out… who knew it’d be so salty down there?”

“Hot as fuck though.”

“Word…”

The two continued to squeeze, pulling on Hina’s puffy nipples while she moaned and groaned beneath her face mask.

“Well, guess we just have to restock at a Marine base.” Fullbody shrugged, “Hope that none of the girls reveal the depravity that goes on onboard.”

“...or maybe we don’t have to…” His partner in crime smirked a rather evil grin towards Hina, a shudder passing through her as soon as he looked in her direction. And an even greater one passed through her when he grabbed his pendulum again, “I always had a dream of being Captain of the Hypno Pirates.”

Amazon Lily had been in a state of pure economic bliss since the queen had returned.

Dildo manufacture and purchases were up 2000%, ever since many of the Kuja pirates discovered how amazing a male penis was. They'd had to raid several towns around the grand line, but eventually they had enough rubber to make their king's fake phalluses for the growing bisexual nation.

Some of the battles in the arena had shifted to a sexual nature as well, with the rubber cocks being used to simulate a fight with a sex positive Luffy. Other times it was less aggressive, like when Kikyou and Rindou were currently teaching how to masturbate with a dildo in the massive arena, with every single woman in the stands sitting on their kingly rubber cock and gushing their love juices onto the stone below them. A particular 'splash zone' was put in place for where Aphelandra, Sandersonia, and Marigold were masturbating.

And though it was still too early for anything to be showing, there was plenty of pregnancies being reported by the island doctor. Somehow Luffy's sperm were as fertile as they were addicting. Though the doctor herself had realised she may have managed to get a particular chef's baby growing inside of her instead.

It was a far more sexual place for the island of women, yet Hancock wasn't happy.

"Oh... Luffy..." She moped in her chambers, waving her favourite dildo back and forth in front of her with a sad expression, "Is there any chance you'll visit me soon? I ache for you. I yearn for you. Adulthood is such a cruel mistress, and no amount of fake dildos or riding the faces of my subjects stops my heart from wishing you were here."

"Mm?"

Hancock growled to the woman below her, "I didn't stay stop!"

Enishida didn't need to be told twice, quickly lapping the asshole of her queen once more.

"Hmm..." Hancock sighed again, "We had two years, yet our time felt so short together... I did not even have time to share in your hobbies, or tell you my fetishes."

The older woman Gloriosa raised an eyebrow from behind her newspaper, "Nyon? And what fetishes are those-nyon?"

"Why, the fetish of being beautiful!" Hancock annoucned proudly, "And the fetish of having the most perfect husband in the world! And the fetish of having sex with the most amazing-"

"Sorry I asked-nyon," The older woman grumbled from her chair, though feeling an angry aura emanating from the current empress she quickly came up with a solution, "Why don't you just write dear Luffy a letter-nyon? That way you can still tell him everything you want."

The disappointment in Enishida when Hancock jumped from her face was palpable. "Of course! That is an amazing idea I just came up with!" She announced, hurrying her nude dripping rear out of the chambers to open the door and yell at the outside guards, "You two! Go fetch me three-no, seven stacks of paper! I have a long letter to write my husband!" The two were slightly transfixed by her visible pussy, but quickly shook themselves out of it to hurry down the hallway. "And bring me a Luffy sized plate of meat! I wish to tell him I shared in his hobbies!"

Ryugu Palace was a wonderful place. The size was so vast that it could sit in its own bubble atop the main bubble surrounding the island, and much bigger than the lightning bolt that had just struck the inside.

“STOP ATTACKING THE GUARDS!”

“Pappug-san, they very rudely attacked us first,” Brook pointed out, casually playing a tune to put several of the oncoming fishmen to sleep, much to the starfish’s chagrin, “By the way, does anyone know why we’re under fire?”

“Probably something that Zoro or Luffy did…” said a resigned sniper, hitting another group with a smelly Rafflesia attack and watching them crumble to the floor. “So you said you wanted a new clima-tact?”

His girlfriend had already hit several now fried fish, but she still casually zapped another row of enemies while pouting at the blue stick in her hands, “Don’t get me wrong, it’s a good weapon, but it feels like it was held back by both mine and Weatheria’s lack of technical skill. They’re scientists, not weapon engineers like you and Franky.”

“No no, I get it. I’m already thinking of ways it can be improved with Pop Greens, but I just wanted to make sure you wanted it. Anything else you want me to include?”

“Well, now that you mention-”

“WOULD YOU TWO STOP IT?!” Pappug yelled, fuming while the couple were too comfortable to ignore the very real treason they were committing on the capitol.

Nami rolled her eyes and then latched her body onto Usopp's tauntingly, "Oh, so sorry Pappug, would you prefer I give him a blowjob mid battle instead?" She purred and shoved her tongue into his mouth, forcing him to fire a shot around her body while not forcing her off his body, "Cause I would."

Brook sighed happily instead, “Ah, I’ve never seen such cute companionship… though I don’t have any eyes anyway! Yohoho!”

“Ugh… I can’t stand this…”

“We don’t want to be captured, Pappug,” Usopp explained after Nami had finished her nuzzling, still shooting more guards. “Pirates have to be used to this kind of treatment sometimes, but we’re only attacking because they attacked first!”

His girlfriend nodded with a sigh, “And here I wanted to sample the Ryugu palace’s wine…”

“Madame Shyarly’s prophecy may still come to pass!” The Minister yelled, pointing his stick at the three fighting for their life, “Stand your ground men! Even without their captain they are still plenty dangerous!” He then turned to his large hairy leader, “My King! Please lend us your aid!”

“I’m still unsure if we should be imprisoning those for a prophecy…” He said with an inquisitive rumble, though still lifting his massive trident. Then, out of nowhere, his eyes seemed to droop, tears forming in his eyes as the King fell forwards to slam his head onto the ground.

“KING NEPTUNE?!”

“I should never have been King… I should be reborn as simple coral for the lowliest sea cow…” he sighed very depressively.

“Oi! I wanted to do that!”

“SHUT UP! You’re not the only one that likes to do cool entrances!”

The three Straw Hats happily welcomed the timely appearance of their two friends, bickering away as they rejoined the main group.

“Zoro-san! Perona-san! We heard you were in prison!”

The Knight of the Sea Neptune began to stir once more, prompting Zoro and Perona to join their friends in a battle stance, “I heard you guys having fun, so I broke out.”

“Tch, he thinks he’s so cool… he’s still the idiot that got captured in the first place.” hissed Perona while rolling her eyes, with Nami giggling at her mumble.

“You’re annoying, I think I hate you! Hahaha!”

Marguerite had to roll away quite quickly to dodge the massive swoon of a mermaid princess. Tears of woe crashing around her as she was nearly crushed by the body of a giant. She’d gotten semi-used to it after years of dealing with drunk Aphelandra, but something about this pink haired woman was particularly bad at realising her relative size.

“No one has ever said anything so horrible to me! Please… please go…!”

“Luffy, the princess did hide us from the fishmen,” the blonde pointed out, trudging through some of the giant flan that her king was currently munching through before crouching near him to whisper, “Though if you consider her a threat…”

“Nope! She’s just annoying!” He said while switching to the massive bread loaf and diving into it, “Really big, but actually really weak!”

While the princess swooned once more at the mean words, Marguerite couldn’t help but agree at least a little bit. This was the one woman in the world that was supposedly a rival to Hancock’s beauty, but comparatively to the dominant queen… Shirahoshi was certainly nowhere near the blonde hunter’s type. She’d never step on her, look down on her, punish her when she was bad… so why was she a rival?

“Hmm… if I had to say, the mermaid seems rather sheltered,” said the pot to the kettle, “You said that you’ve never left this tower?”

Her lip still quivered, but Shirahoshi quietly looked down at the axe that Luffy had impressively blocked. “I… cannot… it is too dangerous…”

Sitting down on a big cracker, Marguerite asked, “And so you’ve never had a boyfriend?”

The eighteen year old giant became very red faced as she turned to face the smaller woman. “W-W-W-WHAT?! Never!” Megalo the shark was growling at the topic, all while Shirahoshi grabbed a pillow to hide her face behind. “N-not that I’m not… i-interested… a-are there boyfriends… out there?”

“You know, me and Luffy are a couple,” said Marguerite, pomfing her chest out proudly as if she hadn’t been heavily inexperienced before Hancock invited her into her chambers, “We’ve done all the moves. More than once, sometimes at once. I know what he likes, and he… I mean, he probably knows what I like… I think…”

Though the blonde had lost confidence, the inexperienced giant’s eyes still shimmered in awe, “Amazing…”

Her pet shark Megalo began swimming in his bubble towards Marguerite, clearly trying to get her off the sordid topic. He was too intimidated when her bow snake began hissing back at him and swam back to his corner of the bed with a whimper.

With a gulp, Shirahoshi’s voice got quiet as she leant in to speak to the intruder, “...s-so… have you s-seen his… m-m-male thingy?”

“Ahh, his family jewels,” Marguerite nodded with a smirk, “I can let you see his if you’d like?”

“Later,” Luffy interrupted before the princess could say yes, “I want a walk after a meal that good! Is there anywhere you want to go, Weaky-hoshi? If anything else comes flying at you I’ll just knock it down!”

Elsewhere, after a certain shark had swallowed a princess and left, a starfish was laying face down on the cold marble floor and crying. “Why… why did you do this…?”

“Um, yeah… we may have gone too far here…” Nami admitted, looking around the defeated fishmen all in chains, including the massive king and his advisors. “I blame Zoro.”

“Agreed.” Said the other three conspirators.

“HEY! I only started fighting because of you idiots!”

“I just wanted to fight so we could make an opportunity to run away! You took it too far!”

Brook also poked the green haired man, “He’s right! Reflect on what you’ve done, Zoro!”

“N-none of this is my fault! I’m innocent, breaking out of prison was all his idea!” Perona piled on.

With a resigned sigh, Nami walked over to one of the guards and lightly cupped his face, “Excuse me, can you tell me… where the treasure chamber is?”

“NOT HELPING!” Usopp yelled.

“Huh? Me?”

Her eyes shimmered at him, “D-don’t act innocent with me! W-w-we’ve got to get our priorities straight here!” The sniper tried to keep his usual anger up, but something about their recent trysts made her cute beams a little too effective. He feared a Nami with no one with the strength to call her out…

“Yohoho! Come on everyone, we should play a tune to keep spirits up! OH YEAH~!”

Perona’s spine shook as the twanging guitar played far too close to her, flying away from the strumming skeleton to hide behind Zoro, “Gah! Is it always so noisy with you idiots?!”

“Yeah.” Zoro replied casually, though his focus was elsewhere, grabbing one of the bodies to inspect it, dragging the bloody and groaning man up by the scruff of his tattered clothes, “Why do they have humans on the payroll?”

“We don’t! We thought they were with you until you started violently maiming their already bloody bodies…” The Minister sat next to the crying king explained. His face gave Zoro specifically a rather grim frown, “You were smiling through it all. What a scary individual…”

“Oi! Stop spreading lies!”

“No, you were totally smiling,” Usopp added.

“WAHHHH!!!” The King wailed, “Such awful pirates have kidnapped my Shirahoshi! If only my back wasn’t so bad, I’d have been able to defeat them and rescue my daughter!”

Nami growled at the only ginger in the room with bigger tits, “I keep telling you, it wasn’t us! Luffy wouldn’t kidnap anyone!”

“Though she is missing, leaving even before some of us could ask to see her panties,” a skeleton slurped his tea rudely, dodging an angry starfish’s full body attack to duck down and investigate the bloody bodies beneath him. “I’m a little more interested in Zoro’s discovery. If these pirates are not with you, or us, then who are they with?”

“Why, they’re ours of course!”

The Straw Hats turned, seeing a large group of fishmen snarling and grinning as they easily infiltrated the palace.

Two faces out front made the ministers and the King nervous, knowing the power that had just walked in. Lanky and smarmy, Van Der Decken had been perhaps the biggest enemy to the peaceful life of the palace ever since his hand touched the princess many years ago. And while once an honoured member of the palace guard, the exiled Hody Jones of the Fishman District was beside him with his trident and an even sicker grin. The opportunistic fiends that would surely mean ruin for their fair island.

The group didn’t mean much to the pirate crew…

But Nami wasn’t looking at the fishmen.

She’d noticed the tattoo on the beret wearing fishman’s forearm.

Recognising it instantly as Arlong’s Mark.

Things at the Sunny had changed rather quickly.

Sanji had returned, looking rather dishevelled, happy, and eager to overshare the exact positions he and Mazel had gotten into in the sea forest. Now that she’d left to get back to work, Sanji was excited to go back and explore Fishman Island now that Camie was safe.

Natsuo had been roped, literally, into taking Robin to a place in the nearby forest that she really wanted to visit. And by ‘literally’ Robin had wanted her boyfriend to walk her there. Collar and leash. She was really jumping right into the ‘kink sharing’ normality with a rather overeager grin, which Natsuo was all too happy to indulge her in. Walking off into the forest before the really interesting developments had occurred.

Madame Shyarly had swam down from above with an injured octopus man in her arms. Arrows and cuts covered his body, blood pouring down from his body at an alarming rate.

“Excuse me! The small fuzzy one was a doctor, correct?” She yelled as she approached, gently lowering the smaller man down onto the deck with a smile, “I ask as if I didn’t already know. You did an excellent job healing dear Hatchan in a few minutes, cutie.” She giggled at Chopper, who was as equally confused as he was happy by the compliments, as the reindeer set about wrapping the octopus in bandages.

“HATCHAN!”

“Nyuuuu… w-where’s straw hat?” the big mouthed man groaned, looking rather worse for wear even as Chopper’s miracle hooves worked their magic.

Camie, fresh from her own dishevelling, had rushed to his side and was now clasping his hand in worry. “H-he’s not here! Please try and rest, Hatchan!”

“Do not worry,” Madame Shyarly soothed her, rubbing a large hand down her back, “You orgasmed quite heavily with the masseuse, so this isn’t the timeline where Hatchan dies. Rest assured in my predictions, dear Camie.”

Her fears were not helped when a tentacle grabbed her arm, “Nyuu, thank you -weez- for orgasming Camie…” He said with such seriousness it would have made her giggle if she wasn’t freaking out.

“Oi, why do you want to see Luffy?” Sanji asked while kneeling next to him, helping the octopus drink some soup that he’d somehow already made for him.

The seriousness returned to the ex-pirate’s face. His expression darkening as he also grabbed Sanji’s arm to speak directly to him, “G-gather your crew… and leave Fishman Island! The New Fishman Pirates are invading, -weez- a-and it’s best if you don’t get involved!”