Post Punk Pirate Party

Cover Story: Captain Jango's Hypnotised Marines Pirates Story (Part 5 - Black Cage)
Hina had been studying her master closely.
Obviously she had. She was a woman addicted to being hypnotised, and loved watching him hypnotise her crew as well. Right now he was taking their chef, Jessica, and teaching her both how to become a pirate and how to drizzle his cum on a pizza for the female crew. Hina was watching this with glee... and curiosity.
Jango had made it his mission to convert them all into his perverted pirate crew, but he'd also made the mistake in saying that he was looking forward to a break after he was done. 'No more hypnotism for a while' he'd laughed to Fullbody, rubbing his aching pendulum swinging forearm.
So as he converted Jessica, her chakram-drawn eyes going wide with wonder as his cock spewed a lovely salty sauce on her tasty pizza...
Hina watched. Hina waited. Hina learned.

"No matter what we throw at him... he hasn't taken a scratch!" Buffalo panted, "Who the hell is this guy?!"

Gladius hissed behind his mask. Already having spent most of his projectiles to attack the massive metallic man. Frustrating was such an understatement for how the spiky haired devil fruit user was feeling. Not only had he been **** to fill in, he was now getting beaten by a strange pervert in a Sora ripoff?! Doflamingo was going to have his head if he didn't rescue Caesar and kill Monet.

But even if this idiot had managed to survive this far by keeping his distance with weaponry, he was still inside a massive piece of inorganic material.

"Get me close. I'll end this fool in one touch."

"Deehh!!! Right! Your devil fruit!" Buffalo exclaimed, standing his singed body up with determination.

Grabbing the ship they were standing on and making it swell up with his pop pop fruit, Gladius let a massive explosion off right in front of the pirate pair. The wooden debris scattered around them, pushed further by his crew mate's wind powers.

"Hmm?" Franky tilted his head at the DIY smokescreen, "Are the cola stealers planning something?"

The cyborg had enough sense to look around, missing the ariel attack that Gladius was currently enacting. Flying in from above, right as the massive robot moved its arms up to try and blow the visual impairment away.

"HA! GOT YOU!"

Instantly, the robot's arms began expanding. Pushing past the default design of the general. And the further it expanded, the closer it got to bursting in a beautiful display of destruction. Soon he would be totally defenceless. He'd tear the rider out piece by piece, exploding each part while the screams for mercy fuelled his-

"Dahaha! You're going to regret that, Cola Thief!"

What Gladius hadn't expected was the robot man to have a weapon that was powered by an expansion of his arms.

"SUUUUUUPPPPEEEERRRRRRR!!!!!!!"

Getting a General Cannon applied to you point-blank was enough to knock out the exploding man instantly. The fact he knocked into his crew mate was overkill. The fact they both crashed into the side of Punk Hazard was reaching levels of cruel by the blue haired cyborg.

"Hm? Is that Caesar over there?"

The plan had worked. A cathartic breath of fresh, non-poisoned air had washed over the collection of pirates and marines. Tension still plagued the temporary cease fire. But as the chef of the Straw Hats began cooking such a wonderfully smelling meal, it seemed that no amount of stubborn ill will could smash through the friendly terms they'd found themselves on.

All except one, who was perched up on the ship she'd be soon sailing on. Eyes constantly glancing over to the marine tankard that her boyfriend was currently performing surgery on. The children would be safe. Much safer than in her proverbial hands...

As she was wondering how long the meal would take before she could truly shut herself away, Monet heard two voices coming out of the galley she was sat near.

"Do you get it now, Brook? I got the Mini-Merry and brought the Sunny here. The ship didn't drive itself."

"Ahh, Mr. Lion truly is a wonderful creature," The skeleton sipped some tea, much to the cyborg's frustration. "Oh. It appears we have company."

Franky tilted his head at the woman, "Hm? Wasn't she on the bad guy team?"

"Depending on how annoyed you make my captain, that could still be the case." She replied, mostly just to show she heard the two elder gentlemen. "Do either of you two know when we're setting sail?"

"After the party."

Monet looked confused, making the skeleton chuckle, "It is always amusing to see those unfamiliar with our captain's antics, is it not?" He shook his head, crouching down low to have a hearty look at Monet's cum stained pink panties, since she was only in those and a tank-top. "Hm. Very cute." He surmised, making the green haired harpy blush, "To explain, Luffy has won today, and as such he celebrates by being loud and proud with his victory. I have to have my instruments tuned specifically for days like today."

"...I don't know if Law's going to follow through with this alliance after all," She said after an amused pause. Though her face began to grow shakier as she thought about it more, "A party..."

"Not a party person?" Asked Franky.

"She is Traffy's girlfriend."

"I-I don't mind them." admitted Monet, curling up in her big wings a little more, "But... I doubt anyone wants to party with me."

Both men gave each other a look, then skeletal digits motioned to let his friend take the lead. With a shrug, Franky seemingly agreed. "You see that guy down there?" He asked, pointing a massive red finger at the man with two chopsticks up his nostrils

"The sniper with a long nose?"

"I once had my goons beat him to an inch of his life!"

"..."

A visible question mark appeared over her head. Where in the world was he going with this?

"Life is funny like that! You never know when today's enemy will be tomorrow's friend." He smiled wide, tapping her back a few times supportively, "Pirates even more so, since we're already so troublesome. But looks like we're about to party with Marines!"

"I'm sure you did your best to help out today. Take this from an old soul, but forgiving yourself is just as important as asking others for it." His lack of eyes seemed to hold more wisdom than they previously let on.

"Though you have a harder hurdle than me. I'm afraid you weren't blessed by my natural good perverted looks~! Hahahaha!" Franky laughed as he began following the musician down the gangplank to the blooming party. Leaving the harpy to smile at their antics.

The Straw Hats really were a strange bunch.

"I-is this really your o-only stipulation?!"

Corners of quiet were hard to come by when such a roaring party had torn apart the peace, but thankfully for Tashigi there had been one place that she was able to take the Straw Hat's navigator for negotiations. Unfortunately, even though she had just wanted to discuss the reasonable request of taking the experiment children off of the pirate's hands, she'd been bamboozled completely by the bizarre negotiation tactics.

Namely, being seduced by the soft curves and delicate touch of her temporarily non-enemy.

"Can't handle it?" Nami purred into Tashigi's neck, "I can't let those poor kids into your hands without being able to trust you, fully. Marines let this travesty happen, so don't think I'll let you off easy."

Warm breath permeated the chilling environment to dance across Tashigi's sensitive skin. She gulped, then gulped again when Nami's hands begun peeling open her puffy winter coat, "I-I... I'll accept full responsibility. I-I want their safety assured as much as y-you..."

Their current hiding spot was inside a broken ship, out of sight of their shared crews. The timid marine sat spread legged on a waist high wooden box while her seductress began kissing her way down the tightly wound body. Peeling up the purple shirt to show off the six-pack abs underneath, "Hmm, I'm sure you do. Let me guess, you're going to be a mom too? That guy blew more than smoke up here, eh?" Nami teased before giving the Tashigi tummy a ticklish tonguing.

Silence said more than she wanted, but then the focus needed to not moan out from a pirate's lapping overrode any partner based embarrassment for poor Tashigi. She was sure this woman would understand a little crew based tryst, considering the apparent polyamory on display by the Straw Hats.

It wasn't long for all democracy to fall to the peaks of yuri. The pair of women hiding in the frozen tundra, yet staying so very warm in each other's company. Nami had peeled away the sodden panties of the timid marine, giving long luscious care to her dripping slit. Scooping up the scandalous squirts. Kissing the outside of her pussy so gently, making Tashigi ache for more, only to tease more electric thrills through careful penetrative licks.

Being surrounded by the G-5 was certainly a blessing for the perverted girl, but she'd also missed out on womanly company in the last few months. This ginger minx was the first female that Tashigi had been in contact with since the normalities had taken effect. As much as she loved the rough pounding that Smoker provided, she hadn't realised how thrilling a soft touch could be. Perhaps it was just the contrast, or the fact she had a pirate between her legs, but Tashigi's heterosexuality bent far easier to the hot probing tongue than she thought she ever would.

"I like Marine women like you," said Nami, tongue flicking playfully between both sides of the puffy pussy lips, like it was nestling between covers of a bed, "Hmm, tasty too. This is going to be fun~"

"Haa..." Was all Tashigi managed to respond with. Her eyes getting lost behind steamy glasses as she let Nami pull her thick rear closer to the edge of the crate. No longer holding onto the tension in her heart as she melted into the thorough licks of the pirate.

Her walls, so used to a month of smoke powered cock, now had a truly foreign entity wriggling against them. Tasting her tangy juices, yet creating more with each slurp and suckle of her crotch.

Nami was loving this. Her thieving hands managing to pinch each strained button up the floral shirt above her in a single swipe. The chilling air flowing over Tashigi's gasping body, with her uncovered tits bouncing free, showing off the marine's cute areola and their protruding nipples.

To think, Zoro had trouble dealing with this cute woman! Maybe Nami should be charging him for turning his rival into such a quivering mess~ Though, she probably could do something similar to Sanji.

Lick upon lick fuelled Tashigi's boiling desires. Nami's pretty mouth was smeared in her juices, no doubt tasting every sour crease inside her oozing walls. Her fingers were able to play Tashigi's sensitive spots like plucking a guitar, as each pinch of her clit made her legs squirm and spasm in rhythmic melody.

Never had she felt such delicately electric pleasure. Face a blushing mess, mouth agape in guttural moans, and pussy literally steaming from the pirate licking her. The only thing hotter was the fact that Tashigi knew that if any of her crew saw her it might create a real scandal. A voyeuristic thrill ran through her gut, heating her core even more than this expert tongue already was. Having her uncovered heaving tits across tomorrow's paper as the writer explained exactly how lewd her toned body quivered under this woman's touch...

"I-I'm... I-I'm g-going... AHHHHIIIEEEEP!" Her last semblance of willpower clamped her glove across her groaning mouth just in time to only scream a little in ecstasy. A tidal wave of juices flowed into the surprised Nami's mouth, who struggled to hold Tashigi's dishonourable discharge at first before swallowing what she could and slurping up the rest.

"Mmm~ you're pretty cute when you cum, Ms. Marine. Ever thought about switching sides?" Asked Nami with a teasing kiss to the still winking slit. Tashigi couldn't even respond beyond gasps, but she wasn't really expecting much anyway, "Okay, I'll trust you with the kids. But watch out, I'll punish you if anything bad ever happens to them."

"Th-thank y-"

"TASHIGI?!"

Ah. The one man she had truly hoped did not walk in on them.

Smoker fumed and growled and snarled and raged and balked, all in the span of a few seconds. Emotions riddled his face, struggling to find the first thing he wanted to yell at his subordinate about, having found her so very compromised. "You... what is the meaning of this?!"

"It's her way of making amends." Nami shot back immediately. "I expect you both to do whatever the parents of those children want too. Be happy I'm not also taking all your money for what the government covered up here."

"You...!" He snarled, unable to really make much of a counterargument, but knowing this pirate was taking whatever this was too far as it was. Though both of their glares flew right out the window as the sweat covered Tashigi had made her way over to him on her knees and was now fumbling with his pants. She managed to fish out his hardening cock to suckle on the tip before he even tried to peel her off, her drool instantly smearing his schlong as he tried to grab her head, "Dammit, Tashigi! Not at a time like-! Kuh!?"

His protests were cut immediately short when Nami slid up to him on the floor as well and joined the marine with a long lick up the side of his shaft.

"Oh? That angry voice of yours stopped rather quickly when you had a pretty young pirate kiss your dick~" She giggled at his blushing face, "You're lucky I think you're a hottie, too. When this one finally pops out your kid it's gonna grow into one hell of a stunner. Just keep the second hand smoke away from them, got it?"

Licked, complimented, then lectured. Smoker didn't really know what to do, say, or feel, so instead he just let Tashigi's fevered suckling dominate the conversation. A dialogue that Nami soon joined by licking the Marine Captain's diamond hard cock with little shame or fear. Keeping her teasing smile on as she watched his grunts and gasps from the sudden dual blowjob.

Tashigi's switch had been so flipped that she'd stopped worrying about anything but her own pleasure. Even the cold ground she knelt on meant nothing to her boiling body.

The taste of her boyfriend's cock felt so good after cumming to another woman's expert cunnilingus.

Stresses of the long day melted away with each bob of her tightly sucked mouth. His tip lodging happily in her warm embrace, with a twisting tongue taking each drop of precum as soon as it dared to form outside his perfect cockhead. His musky smokey taste was truly addicting to her. Though she now also knew how she tasted from his perspective...

Nami was just along for the ride at this point. Her new favourite marine was sort of monopolising the top end of the cock, leaving plenty of shaft for Nami to lick, but with a tongue that was growing somewhat tired. At the very least she could snuggle into his smoke stack sack, noting both how full this well hung marine was, but also how similar their tastes ended up being. Still, a slight wish she'd brought Usopp along did float through her head, getting to share him with a couple of marines would have been funny at the very least.

Their joint moans kept Nami more than engaged. Watching this officer of the law being such a wanton slut for her commander was sexy, while watching said commander struggle to keep his composure under such a tongue lashing was funny as hell.

Slowly rising up, Nami began running her tongue further up the rigid abs of a man made of smoke. His salty skin tasted great, but the real fun was getting to rub her soft features against his rigid discipline. Smoker truly took good care of himself, as any good marine would, with a strange evangelical pureness to his grumbling complaints as she lapped around his six pack.

Though perhaps taking the joke too far, when a pirate began licking his nipple is when Smoker vaporised into pure gas.

"Cough! Hey!" Nami whined, pouting especially hard as his shift to across the room included dragging Tashigi with him. This fun three-way had been officially cancelled as Nami watched the pair start mounting each other on the other side of the small room. "Well, great. Who am I gonna fuck now?"

"Uhm, hey?"

She blinked at the sudden arrival of a chef, "Sanji-kun! Did you 'hear the voice of a woman in trouble'?"

"...uh, not really. I was looking for San-I mean, uh, Natsuo. But then I ran into you guys..." said Sanji, keeping a bewildered eye on the officers of the law. Smoker's ass bobbing up and down while thrusting its thick appendage into a groaning Tashigi was not something Nami expected Sanji to be staring at, but she couldn't exactly argue with how hypnotic the rhythm was. "...they really are going at it, huh?"

"Yeah, and they kicked me out..." said Nami, huffing lightly towards them before practically leaping her butt backwards into his crotch, "Oh well, I wanted to thank you for taking good care of my body today anyway. So, care to show these Marines how hard pirates can fuck~?"

"Oh, hell yeah!"

With barely any need for a second thought, Sanji quickly grabbed onto Nami's breasts through the fabric of her coat and began squeezing. Teasing and groping the pair of tits he'd had himself earlier that day, "Ooh! H-have you been ah~! having m-massage l-lessons from N-Natsuo, Sanji-ky-UUHN!?"

With a chuckle in her ear, Sanji mostly just responded with more gropes, "Something like that."

After a quick scramble to rip her clothes apart, Nami's soft breasts were soon exposed in the frigid ship room. Not that she felt much of the cold with manly hands making them boil with pure arousal. His hands were so special to him, it made her own chest feel extra loved as he firmly stroked her soft pliable skin. His massage technique rubbing along her sensitive areola until her shy nipples poked out for the cold air to kiss.

They couldn't just keep it as just groping though, as Nami was already plenty wet from sucking off Smoker's thick cigarette. She took over groping her own right tit to encourage his hand to start rubbing lower down her body, letting him fully dive down her pants and panties until his long fingers started fileting her squishy slit.

Her spine curled and bumped into him, moaning out from Sanji's amazing fingering. Though her moans barely managing to grow above the near scream level moans that Tashigi was letting out. "W-way to be s-subtle you two!"

The Marines didn't care. After the day they had... having their beliefs tested, their men sacrificed, their bonds torn apart... the one bright spot that still remained for them was each other.

Smoker had wrapped his subordinate in a pillowy sheet of smoke, letting him fuck her like they were on a proper bed rather than a frozen crate. The springy texture making it easier for her to bounce back against his firm and loving thrusts into her gushing pussy. Having the tender loving of a female pirate had been lovely... but she would be lying to say she didn't absoulte adore the hard fuck of her captain.

Tashigi was a mess of sweaty hormones. The powerful thrusts were scraping along her passage, scooping out all her boiling juices, and splashing them over both of them.

Only the smallest sliver of sanity remained for her during the peaks of the smokey sex. That tiny part had been able to recognise that ginger hair had gotten awfully close to her, with her lover barking some annoyed orders to the pair of pirates that had begun fucking against her cloud bed. Tashigi didn't mind though, deep down she kind of liked the Straw Hat crew, especially after their rescue of the children today. Which was why, when given the opportunity, her heat riddled mind began kissing Nami with barely a second thought.

Maybe it was some sort of **** temperature shift madness that was causing the break down of society, but the men couldn't really find any arguments when Tashigi and Nami began kissing each other passionately. In fact, the productivity of their thrusts increased by 30%, with power of thrusts also rising to nearly twice as much as they were before. Almost as if the men wanted the hump the two women even closer together.

By the time the orgasm train started rolling out the station, the two women were nearly flat together. The bed had dissolved, the grappled rears had blurs of motion rocketing into them, and their uncovered tits were rubbing so tightly together. Tongues were intertwined so deep within each other's mouths it was hard to tell where one taste began and another ended.

As their mouths filled with screams and their deepest parts were blanketed with thick white sauce, only one bizarre thought entered their minds.

'My boyfriend needs another girlfriend'.

20 Minutes Prior

"Letsh me guess, you -hic!- normally uze dat power for making... sexy clothez?"

"Of course! Though that weather kunoichi hardly needs my help for it!" Kinemon boasted, puffing his chest out proudly as he and Nakaba laughed in slightly perverted kinship. They slammed their tankards together and proceeded to absolutely destroy their livers with the mighty fine ale that the Marines had pulled from the old shipyard.

But how could they not be merry about life? Kinemon had survived his brief encounter with ****, managed to readjust all parts of his body together (even the farting ones), and managed to reunite with his son, Momonosuke. And Natsuo... well, he was just happy to not be dead. The slight guilt at not having done much on Punk Hazard proper had made him overcompensate a little with making everyone's party better. Normalising strong and tasty beer, plenty of comfy chairs to sit on, and coats designed by Vegapunk to warm the belly. Though it did mean he had forgotten about how much he should not be drinking while wielding said earring.

His latest normality had focused around the 'ninjutsu' power that Kinemon had. The older samurai not really realising how or what Devil Fruits were, but now knowing he could use it to make skimpy outfits.

"Woo~" said Natsuo while exhaling his drink, "Zat really waz nice and tazty! You shuld zank me for it!" He said with a swing of his arm, only to find that Kinemon really had run off to go make sexy clothes for the girls. "Ah. Uhh... Sanji!"

Filling up various bowls from the bowels of the party, Sanji had indeed made the rounds over to his newer companion to offer him more food. "Yeah yeah, last of the soup if you want it."

"You had big boobz today!"

Rolling his eyes, Sanji gently took away the baby's bottle, "Okay, you need to sober up."

"Nami! You were Nami!" Natsuo repeated, finally making some sense to Sanji, "what was zat like?"

Thankful that no one else was really focusing on the conversation in the midst of the roaring celebration, Sanji quietly sighed a small admittance. "...soft."

As he remembered the time fondly, reality came crashing back down as his gaze drifted over to the wonder filled eyes of Natsuo, "Wow... shuuuperrr cool! Haha! Oh, maybe I'm really Franky, eh?" Frowning, Sanji decided this wasn't worth his time and began walking away to hungrier conversations, only to find the annoyance was now following him. "I wanna shwitch with shomeone too! I was going to ask at the time, but Law's shuper shcary... being in ze body of shomeone else... sheemed fun, ya know?"

"I can arrange that."

Before the drunk Natsuo really knew what was happening, the pair of them were rushing towards the outskirts of the party. Dodging and weaving a bunch of G-5 and giant children before practically crashing into the quiet corner that their new ally was sitting.

"Trafalguy! Switch our bodies!"

"..."

Law had regretted much in his life. Working with Monkey D. Luffy was quickly rising the ranks, and it had barely been half a day.

"No. I'm not some party trick you can play around with."

"Come on~ wouldn't you normally do thish kind of shtuff for your alliez?"

There was a quiet moment between the three as Law seemed to glare at them. Not out of anger, but something else. A mix of curiosity and opportunity.

"...shambles."

Before the drunk or the perv could pick up whatever vibe Law was letting out, the pair found themselves looking at him from new positions. Now standing where the other stood, with a quick glance to confirm that their faces now were indeed being worn by another.

"Woa-"

"ROBIN-CHWANN!!!! COME GET YOUR MASSAAAAGGGEEE!!!"

The body of Sanji stumbled back onto his ass. Having been suddenly abandoned by both the new Natsuo and Law as well. Sitting in the snow growing colder by the second as he examined his new form. "...this is crazy. I'm, like, a chef now... new hands, new really powerful legs, a brain that isn't drunk... why does he have his hair down like this if both his eyes work? I thought it was like an eyepatch thing all this time..."

As Natsuo in Sanji's body stood up and began to follow after his original body, Sanji in Natsuo's body was still on the hunt for the raven haired beauty. Dodging many party goers, including a large child placing down a large lump of snowman made by Monet, while calling out, "Roo~oobiii~iin~! Where are youuu~?"

"Ha!"

Perhaps the last voice he wanted to hear right now reared its ugly moss covered head. Zoro was casually walking towards him with a mug of beer in hand, a smug look on his face, and his eye trained on him. Sanji at least thought he could avoid the fool with this new body as he continued to search for curvier prizes...

"Couldn't get your own girl so now you're tricking Natsuo's?"

The moment happened so quick as he was trying to walk past that it took him a second of panic to even think of what to say.

"I-!" The flustered Sanji realised he had no comeback for that accusation.

He wasn't really going to do much, just see if the beautiful archaeologist would give him a lover's kiss in this body, but the way his rival described it that would have been creepy.

With a frustrated grumble, and relying on Natsuo's body's instincts, he grabbed onto Zoro's shoulder blade and massaged a nerve that made his drink pour down his chest.

"FUCK!"

The chill of the liquid in such a chillier locale was almost as cold as the shoulder Sanji gave him while walking away.

Now he had to angrily find Natsuo in all this commotion and get Law to switch them back...

But after looking around for about ten minutes, he found neither. His body still feeling the effects of Natsuo's drinking, he also realised he never grabbed his smokes from his own original body. So he entered the Sunny alone to find a spare pack.

"Ugh, this sucks." He grumbled, feeling like his brain was under an attack of alcoholic fumes he didn't even get to enjoy, "Stupid Marimo. Keeps flaunting that cutie-pie Perona around... If only things were more like Amazon Lily! Then it would be normal that women outnumber men three to one! Everyone would have to take multiple girlfriends! Ohh, and it would be normal that men with only one partner would be seen as lesser than even men with no girlfriends, since they're available single studs for women to latch onto while men with one girl aren't helping the cause of getting women off enough!"

"Ow! Why'd my ear feel burning just now? ...hang on, where the fuck is Natsuo's ear?!"