Parking Up

Jango spent the rest of the trip in that room where Nami couldn’t perceive him. He could have treated her to another quick fuck, but something about watching her stew in her own frustrations was just as fun as actually doing it with her. She kept searching the goat ship for him, looking in every corner she could, even while he cockily lay on the bed in front of her eyes.

Nami was still having to navigate while looking for him, but occasionally she’d return to that room for a few minutes of rest. Or because whenever she sat down there, she felt really good. The same kind of sensations that would happen if someone was lovingly squeezing her tits from behind, but obviously no one was there.

It only took a couple hours to reach the island. Jango was planning on tailing her and continuing to mess with the ginger girl, but then his eyes caught the glimpse of where he was actually heading.

The scariest place in the East Blue: Arlong Park.

He’d obviously heard about the fishmen that ran the ocean with an iron fist. Arlong was a scourge, a demon, and Jango had been driven into his front garden.

The imposing blue fishman that could crush Jango’s head with barely a blink sat there on his throne, surrounded by his army of super strong warriors. Jango had seen the Arlong mark on Nami’s shoulder, yet a part of him assumed it was just tangential. A coincidence. Arlong hated humans, so maybe she’d stolen from him and he’d branded her. Even the groupie comments were done ironically. She’d never actually said she worked for him… yet here she was, standing in front of his crew with a dark scowl.

“Welcome back, Nami,” Arlong spoke with a grin in his voice, “Good haul?”

“It’s another ship for you,” replied Nami, gesturing to the place Jango was hiding, “I’ll have your new maps ready soon.”

Arlong looked pleased, “Hm. More hapless humans stolen from by our wonderful navigator,” he pointed lazily at the Going Merry, prompting a couple of fishmen to peel from the pack and jump aboard. They started searching and stripping the place for useful items, including the room where Jango was still watching. Neither fishman mentioned the heart eyed human aboard thanks to his perception blocking normality. Arlong turned back to his human, “Any problems this time?”

“...no.”

“She’s holding out on us,” said Kuroobi the hard-ass, catching the cat burglar’s only momentary pause, “What happened?”

“Nothing,” snapped Nami, probably too quickly this time. “I was just remembering the amount of Devil Fruit users I encountered, but nothing to report. The pirates I stole from were hapless idiots who thought I was their friend…” her voice trailed off, “And there was some hypnotist named Jango that nearly got to me, but I lost him.”

Jango smirked from his post, knowing he was truly plaguing that girl’s mind. Though the moment was ruined by the huge saw-nosed meat head, “A hypnotist?! Shahahaha! Humans have such weak minds to be controlled by just a swinging disc!”

“He truly does sound pathetic,” agreed Chuu, making Jango’s eyebrow twitch in mild annoyance. “And you said you lost him? Or lost _to him?”

Nami sighed, rolling her eyes at the whole affair, “I have places to be. Is that everything?”

Kuroobi smirked evilly, like he’d just caught his prey in such an easy trap, “Oh? Sounds like this girl is mouthing off disrespectfully to her captain.”

“What?! I wasn’t-!” Nami quickly protested, not expecting her torso to suddenly be wrapped in a pair of tentacles, “AHH! Let me go, Hatchan!”

“We all heard it, right boys?” called Kuroobi, guiding his octopus brother to approach the king’s throne.

“YEAH!” The army cheered.

“You know what that means, right?”

“SPANK!-ING! SPANK!-ING!” They chanted. Nami found her head dipping low, turning in the air from the multi-armed fishman. Her arms pinned, her legs held in place, all while her rear was aimed right towards Arlong. Chuu started lifting her skirt, showing her ample tush to the man she hated most in the world.

“Let me go!” Nami tried to fight, “I don’t want to be touched by you!”

Arlong spat on his hand, “Don’t worry, it’s just a bit of spanking by the strongest arm in the East Blue!” He chuckled with a flex of his muscles larger than Nami’s head.

“I’ll die!”

“Shahahaha! If I remember correctly, you like a bit of fingering with your spankings, correct?” He grinned, reaching his arm back further and further, ready to remind this disrespectful human what happens when she gets too mouthy around him. She preflinched, hoping at least some guys would get boners over this.

But Jango had seen enough.

“It’s normal that everyone in the East Blue treats Jango’s Moongirls with respect, because of the fear of repercussions from Jango.”

Just as Arlong’s hand swung downwards–ready to make Nami unable to sit for the next week–it was stopped.

“Wait!” said Kuroobi, his hand around Arlong’s wrist.

Arlong was not happy, looking ready to rip his subordinate in half for such an action, “What are you doing?”

Kuroobi was undeterred, “Nami, did you have sex with Jango?”

“Wha-?! Where the fuck is this coming from?!”

He shook his head, looking rather spooked by the girl’s blushing face, “Arlong, this is bad. If she…” he started, needing a moment to compose himself from fear, “If Nami has been branded a Moongirl, you absolutely cannot spank her.”

“The hell are you talking about, Kuroobi?”

“If the rumours are true, Jango the Hypnotist hates when others touch his Moongirls. He’ll hunt us down and alter our minds forever…” the fishman explained, a shudder of fear running through his spine at the thought of it. “Some say he makes pirates freely give themselves over to the Marines, others say he’s given them permanent erectile dysfunction, or dependant on others sleeping with their wives.”

Nami couldn’t really see what was happening from her position, but she could feel the mood shifting. Arlong’s voice had a tone she’d never heard from him: nervous. “...well, Nami? Are you a ‘Jango Moongirl’?”

Admittedly, she wanted to be, but had yet to fully make the mental and physical shift to accept that title. But she also wasn’t an idiot to ignore an out, “...I am.”

“Nyyuuuu!” whined Hatchan, letting her down easily from his tentacles, then practically slamming his head into the ground in apology. “S-sorry, Nami! I-I didn’t-I’m sorry! P-please don’t tell Jango I g-grabbed you!”

Nami had never expected to be treated in such a way. She had dreamed all her life for the fishmen to be bowing before her, yet just from Jango’s name here one was. Her eyes shifted to the others, most of which looking frightenedly away. Chuu had backed off to the back of the back, Kuroobi was analysing her for any injuries, and Arlong looked like he was both sulking… and scared.

“What?” he growled at her with a huff, still keeping his head pointed away from her, “I thought you were leaving.”

Nami was too confused to really take advantage of this scenario. But… damn did that feel as good as any jizz hitting her face.

“Who the hell is that guy?”

Jango let Nami escape the park before beginning to tail her. Arlong Park was scary, but he simply said it was normal for him to go wherever he wanted, and right now he was gonna moonwalk himself to the closest hot tail on the island. This was one of the rare places that he’d never sowed any seeds as he was nervous about the fishmen, but not anymore!

“Ow!” Jango exclaimed, unable to stop the good mood he was in taking over his body. After a quick splits drop and crotch grab, he continued to moonwalk to the front gate. “Let a guy out, will ya? I gotta get some prime tail!”

“I don’t take orders from humans.” growled the fishman at the gate.

“But you normally do from humans as stylish as me, right?”

“Er, yeah.” He suddenly agreed, looking rather sheepish as he began opening the gate to let Jango through, “Sorry about that, sir.”

“No problem! Let’s give the guy a hand, shall we?!” Jango clapped loudly and proudly, trying to prompt a wave of cheers from the fishmen. None of them cared enough to really even look at Jango. “What?! This energy is so drab~ OW!”

“That human is so loud,” grumbled Arlong. “Everything’s pissing me off today. Kuroobi, go find me a human ship to chew up.”

Jango realised something, “You guys got no hype man?! Normally every crew needs a hype man!”

“Of course the great and powerful Arlong has the greatest hype man aroouunndd!!”

One of the background character fishmen suddenly jumped forward, his design seeming to morph with the new role on the crew as he whipped out headphones and sunglasses to adjourn. He popped up his white collar, his green skin seemed to increase in saturation, and he slicked back his fins in the style of a pompadour. “Meet Sbanisimo! I’m always here to cheer on the terror of the East Blue! ARRLLLOOONNNGGG!!”

“Oh yeah! I like your vibe, OW!” Jango clapped, already beginning to dance along with Sbanisimo, “Let’s dance, baby!”

“Sounds good to me! A party for Arlong! You gotta show me how to do that crazy backwards walking you do! And such fancy spins!”

"Normally everyone on this island does a spin every few steps, right?!"

"Oh yeah! Even us fishmen had to get used to such fun spins!"

“Uhh, should I close the gate?” asked the guard, waiting for the fancy man to go through before he started raving with Sbanisimo.

Jango was too busy breaking it down to care where he needed to go, “Ow! Well, you can practice while doing your parade!"

"Parade?"

"Yeah! The parade you fishmen normally throw every day! The one with all of you carrying your leader around on your shoulders!"

Goddamit. Arlong wanted to blow up a human ship, not go on the damn parade. Even if he liked it most days, today was pissing him off so much. Even now, no one listened to him as they scooped him up from out of his throne and lifted him skyward, "Oi! I am busy-!"

"WOOO!! ARLONG-SAN!" His crew yelled, already beginning to walk out of the open gate to begin their parade, though awkwardly spinning around with Arlong on their shoulders causing quite a lot of discomfort from the man, "Come on Sbanisimo! You have to lead!"

"Guess we're going now! I hope I party with you again soon, human!" cheered the hype man, taking lead of the horde.

With a wink, the hypnotist began moonwalking in the different direction, "Don't worry, you'll see Jango again!"

Arlong's eyes went wide, "Wait. Was that the Jango?!" He yelled, unable to fight his crew's strength from the position he was in, "Let me down! I have to... RAH!" Frustration got the better of him. Did he want to kill Jango or run away from him? Had he really found out he'd touched Nami that quickly? How much could a human hypnotist ruin his life, really? And why did his crew insist on having this spinning parade every damn day?!