Straw Hat Ball Maintenance [pt.I]

Tashigi moved through her sword kata, the soft woosh of the blade slicing through the air in perfect arcs as she maintained her flawless form. The morning sun bathed the deck of the Thousand Sunny in warm, golden light, causing sweat to glisten on her bare skin, highlighting the sculpted muscles she had honed through years of dedication. Her breasts moved freely with each step, her nipples hardened slightly against the occasional breeze, though such details barely registered in her mind—her focus was on the rhythm of her movements, the harmony between her body and her blade.

For as long as she could remember, her body had been on display. As a swordswoman, she was as much a naked blade as the weapon in her hand. Baring her body alongside her blade was second nature to her. Becoming one of Nakaba’s Babes hadn’t changed that—if anything, it had reinforced it. The display of her body was now not just a mark of her devotion to the art of the sword but a symbol of her role in the crew. Whether it was honing her combat skills or encouraging the release of lust among the Lesser Men, Tashigi fulfilled her duties with the same discipline.

Her fundoshi, wrapped tightly around her hips, was the only garment she wore. The simple white cloth clung to her curves, accentuating the firm swell of her buttocks as she moved. It was a minimalist modesty, meant more to highlight her form than conceal it. To be a Babe meant to embrace the aggrandizement of her Spotter and to serve as a source of both pride and release.

It wasn’t long before she became aware of a presence. From the corner of her eye, she saw Usopp standing a few meters away, half-hidden behind a crate, his eyes glued to her body. His hand was already at his groin, rubbing himself through his overalls with an expression of nervous arousal.

Tashigi felt a momentary flicker of annoyance but quickly reminded herself that this was part of her role. She was a Babe, after all. Encouraging her male crewmates to release their pent-up lust was as much a part of her duties as honing her combat skills. Still, she couldn't help but feel stiff and awkward in this aspect of her role. She was more comfortable with the sharp edge of a sword than with the sharp edge of seduction.

But if she was to become a true Babe, she needed to master this as well.

Pausing in her kata, Tashigi turned slightly toward Usopp, her sword held loosely at her side. "Usopp," she called out in a calm, slightly formal tone, her breasts rising and falling steadily with each controlled breath. "I see you there, watching me... I don’t mind."

Her voice, though calm, carried a subtle stiffness. Even after all this time, this aspect of her role still felt unnatural to her. She had witnessed how effortlessly Robin handled these moments, knowing exactly how to captivate men with her words and movements. Tashigi, however, relied on duty more than grace.

Usopp froze, his hand still on his crotch, his eyes wide with embarrassment. "Ah! T-Tashigi, I didn’t mean to—"

"You don’t have to explain," she cut him off, her tone softening just enough to make her words feel less harsh as she resumed her kata, moving slower and more deliberately now. "It’s your role to release your tension, and it’s mine to help you."

Her body shifted fluidly through the motions, the gleam of her sword catching the sunlight as she swung it in a graceful arc. Her breasts bounced slightly with each movement, their weight emphasized by the smoothness of her motions. She could feel Usopp’s eyes glued to her form, and she knew the effect it had on him. There was no hesitation in her next move. Pausing mid-step, she slowly straightened, letting her sword fall gently to her side, and with a deep breath, she made her decision.

Without looking directly at Usopp, Tashigi bent forward deliberately, keeping her legs straight as she pushed her ass out in his direction. Her bare skin glistened in the sun, and her back arched, highlighting the firm curve of her body. She reached back, her fingers skillfully loosening the knot of her fundoshi. She took her time, drawing out the moment as her hips swayed slightly, and then, with one smooth motion, she tugged the cloth free.

She slid the fundoshi down her thighs, a soft whisper of fabric pooling around her ankles. Her bare buttocks were now fully exposed to Usopp, framed perfectly by her bent-over position. She could hear his breath catch, the sound of his arousal unmistakable as he resumed stroking himself.

Tashigi didn’t need to look back to know how Usopp was reacting. She straightened up slowly, her sword once again in her hand, her body now fully bare except for the sheen of sweat that glistened in the sun. She continued her kata, each movement a display of both her discipline and her body’s form, her nudity as much a weapon in her arsenal as the blade she held. It was a power she would learn to wield as confidently as her sword, knowing that the release it granted to men like Usopp was part of her duty as much as anything else.

Finally she decided to take a moment to observe the results of her efforts.
Usopp was already deep into his ridiculous, frantic display of arousal. His usual brown overalls had been entirely unsnapped, hanging loose about his legs, leaving his wiry torso and loins exposed. No underwear for this pirate pervert. His body, while somewhat toned from the constant adventures, looked almost laughably thin compared to the raw, masculine bulk of someone like Zoro. Usopp had the lean physique of someone who tried hard but never quite matched the raw physical power of a true swordsman.

And then, there was his bush—a wild, unkempt thatch of hair that sat at the base of his absurdly thin penis. The contrast was almost comical, with his overgrown pubic hair making the skinny shaft look even more ridiculous. The entire scene would’ve been embarrassing enough if he weren’t already stroking that just barely longer than average, pencil-thin erection, his breath coming in erratic pants, his face contorted in absurd expressions.

Tashigi sighed inwardly, suppressing a smirk as she watched the scene unfold. She knew Usopp was afflicted by the Netorase Curse, the mental sickness that made him crave this kind of humiliation. Normally, she’d ignore it and let her nude kata be enough for him, but today… she was going to try something different. Robin had been coaching her, teaching her how to use words as weapons, as much as her sword in battle. I can do this, she thought, steeling herself.

“Usopp,” she called out, trying to channel a sense of superiority in her voice. “What are you even doing?” Her eyes trailed over his exposed body, and despite herself, a small smirk tugged at her lips. “You think that skinny little thing of yours is worth showing off?” She waved her hand dismissively at his sort of long but laughably thin cock, watching as it wobbled awkwardly in his frantic grip. “Look at you... Please.”

Usopp’s face scrunched up, his eyes going wide as he continued to jerk his cock, his entire body trembling under the weight of his own arousal. “T-Tashigi!” he stammered, sweat pouring down his forehead. His breath came out in high-pitched, comical gasps, his nose flaring as he tried to keep up with the speed of his own hands. “I… I can’t help it!”

Tashigi raised an eyebrow, shifting her sword in her hand as she leaned in slightly. “You can’t help it? You’re pathetic, Usopp. You think you’re anything compared to Nakaba? He’s the one who knows how to take me. You? With that… flimsy stick? You wouldn’t even last a second.”

Usopp’s face contorted even further, his jaw dropping as his tongue began to flop out of his mouth, his hands moving even faster over his bizarrely thin shaft that looked like his nose’s twin. The sight was so absurd, so completely over-the-top, that Tashigi had to fight to keep her composure. His nose twitched, his eyes bugged out of his head, and the strangled sounds escaping his throat made him look less like a man and more like a cartoon character in distress.

“N-Nakaba…?” Usopp wheezed, his body trembling as if he might collapse. His hands were a blur, working up and down that ridiculous cock of his, and his breath was coming in short, **** bursts. “But… but you’re with him all the time…!”

Tashigi grinned now, feeling a bit of the power that Robin had spoken of. “That’s right, Usopp. Nakaba fills me in ways you could never even dream of. His cock? It’s massive. Every time he takes me, I can’t even walk straight afterwards. He’s just… so much more than you.” She leaned closer, her voice softening into something almost teasing. “But then again, you already know that, don’t you? You know you could never compare to a man like him.”

Usopp’s body twitched violently, his face scrunching into a grotesque mask of pleasure and humiliation. His hand kept moving, faster and faster, his long, thin penis jerking awkwardly in the air as he whimpered like a wounded animal. “N-Nakaba’s cock… it’s… bigger… so much thicker!” His voice was nearly a squeal now, the words barely making it out of his mouth.

Tashigi’s grin widened. She was starting to enjoy this, watching him fall apart under the weight of his own pathetic desires. “And Robin? She loves watching it, doesn’t she? Watching you squirm while Nakaba fucks her. She tells you how pathetic you are. Her little boy, watching while she’s filled by a real man.”

Usopp moaned loudly, his entire body trembling, his absurd face contorting further into something almost unrecognizable. His hand was moving so fast now that it looked like it might fall off, his cock jerking wildly in his grip. His head rolled back, his eyes spinning as his entire body seized up. “R-Robin! M-Mom… I’m… I’m cumming!”

And then it happened. His laughably thin cock sputtered out a weak stream of cum, barely managing to spurt as his whole body collapsed forward in a heap. Tashigi raised an eyebrow as he crumpled to the ground, his entire frame shaking as he moaned in the aftermath of his pathetic orgasm.

As he lay there, twitching and whimpering, Tashigi couldn’t help but notice his pale, bony buttcheeks now fully exposed in the sunlight. They looked almost cartoonishly out of place, as if they belonged in a slapstick scene. His coveralls were tangled around his legs, and his scrawny frame, pale and trembling, looked ridiculous compared to the raw power of Nakaba or Zoro.

“Well… I guess that worked,” she muttered, brushing a strand of hair from her face as she turned away from Usopp and looked for her fundoshi to restart a proper training session.