All Hands on D*ck, pt. 2

As Chopper exited the bathrooms he sighed a sigh of sigh-ful sigh-ness. Pulling out Robin's panties, he lamented at their chill. Fresh women's underwear was always the best.

But count your lucky stars, as Dr. Hiruluk would put it! The fact remained; she'd essentially given these to him. By way of their new friend Nakaba, sure -- but she didn't mind, and considering the friendly significance of the gesture, it was sometimes apt to just bask in how nice it was, being given the panties of a mate for life. And of course, sniffing them; who didn't enjoy it was a better question!

Stashing them away, Chopper made back for the medical room when he bumped into a leg at the turn of the corner.

"Oh, Chopper!"

Chopper tilted his head up toward the towering silhouettes. "Nami!" He panned right. "And Usopp!"

"Hey Chopper!" Usopp's eyes automatically dropped downward. "What do you have in your pocket there?"

Noticing the sliver of silk he'd let dangle free, Chopper beamed, then slung the piece of fabric out in front of the two to see, free from any remaining concealment -- though not without the befuddlement of his third parties.

When it became clear what the article of cloth was, Nami's eyes widened. Usopp managed a studious squint. "Ch-chopper!" the orange-head spluttered. "Aren't those... R-Robin's panties!? What are you doing with--"

"Don't worry!" Chopper reassured, setting them against his chest. "She let me take them! I would never swipe such materials without permission..."

Instantly, Nami's eyes disarmed themselves. "Ehhh. I see, I see..." She diffidently shimmied her gaze away, holding no further judgement of the matter. Turning to her side, she addressed Usopp. "I'll be heading to the deck. Remember, we'll sort out what to do with Franky's idea tomorrow." She paused, heel upturned. "And don't go devouring all the funnel cake."

"I told you," the long-nosed man held up both hands in preemptive surrender, "Sanji made enough for all of us."

A pacification attempt that backfired miserably. Nami echoed the young man's diplomatic chuckle with a glower. "Last time you told me that, you and that idiot captain licked an entire plate clean. Three days' worth!" She folded her arms and leaned in indignantly. "Not one, not two; three! The rest of us were stuck with stale bread for the weekend!"

Gulp. Had him by the hair on that one. "Yeah, well, you were the one who said you were worried about your shorts not fitting anymore and getting some 'ol pudge around the thigh are--" Thwack! "AGHCK! Hey!" Rubbing his freshly karate chopped scalp, Usopp whined, "Nami! That hurt, darn it! What's a bunch of dessert matter to you anyway?"

"Usopp," Nami winked prudently, finger aimed at the ceiling, as her lecturee skeptically stood by. "A man without principle is no man."

"Says our part-time 'Cat Burglar'..." mumbled Usopp, not noticing the orange head's pointed frown.

Thwack!

"AGHAH! OKAY, NAMI, OKAY!"

Following Usopp's waving of the white flag, an actual one, which he had rolled in his belt for cases like these, (and after Chopper's helpful application of an ice pack), the three bid farewell, Usopp rubbing his head ruefully.

A few seconds passed. With a hum, the crew sniper walked in the direction of the kitchen, when suddenly he noticed what seemed like the sound of squeaky hooves on his tail. He turned, behind him the familiar anthropomorphic doctor, twinkles in his eyes.

"Is it true? Sanji made funnel cake?!" His hands clunked together in excitement.

Usopp put on a stern look, then relented mirthfully, holding up a finger. "Fine. Only one piece, though, okay?"

The reindeer nodded hungrily as the two walked on their merry way.

---

"Fuck yes," Nakaba cackled boorishly, "eat my dick, Nico Robin! That's right! Swallow my preordained staff into your..." After a thought, he looked flatly at the wall and discarded it. He wasn't sure where he meant to go with that, but miss recieving end knew the long and short. Or rather, the formerly statuesque woman, that is, who currently had her lips wrapped around his penis and by the devil, she was doing a mighty decent job. Nakaba pivoted his chin and leered shamelessly down Robin's button top following each backward draw. It was a protruding chest that he had a not forgettable moment of intimacy with only moments before; the kind that would never be permitted beyond strictly quarantined reverie.

In one humdrum motion, he swatted the left side of her collar out of the way, exposing the slightly bronzed skin of her ample upper bosom to him once more. With a conscious reminder to withhold the drool, he let his hand descend and pressed his fingers against her open, fleshly curvature, just above the dip of her cleavage. The meaty tit pushed back in a coy greeting. After a calculated (not really) lift of his hand, he gave it a light slap. Or two.

Robin's tit jiggled like firm jello. A real, live woman, bent to his whim, and bent by the breast. Couldn't get enough of that.

Slowly, he slid his hand downward into the crevice of her shakers. The sensation ushered goosebumps down his back as he pressed finger against warm, slightly sweaty flesh. He could feel the weight of her body in flux, the movement causing the muscles just above her breast to periodically push and loosen. Then, without warning, he stuck his fingers into her chasm, squishing his fingers between both of Robin's bulbous masses, and squeezing gregariously. With a little more worming, his hand was soon tightly crushed between two pillows of surprisingly robust skin. The feeling was glorious. It was a resting place he could imagine burying his face in (for good), and when he pulled his hand out he give it a sniff.

Pristine.

Your breasts were indeed a maiden valley, Nico Robin.

"Ooh damn," he groaned as Robin suddenly pulled out completely. The abrupt withdrawal was fleeting, but couldn't have been more finely timed. Girthy cockhead in the open, the sliming, conforming shape of Robin's tongue rolled off his tip handsomely. Before releasing him, she wasn't content to just clinically detach her wrench, instead dragging her tongue against the underside of his dick and then circling off his tip with what could have qualified as marksmanship. He barely felt the room temperature air rushing to cool it as, a breath later, she sucked his mass back in with what he could only assume was the desired effect. The shudder that left his lips was one he quickly tried to hide. "Watch it now, that's one of my most valuable assets!"

Consider, Ms. Nico Robin, the blower in question: the mystery-cloaked, sharp-jawed broad sailing the seas as a dangerous pirate; the wanted woman aboard one of the most infamous rookie crews of the current era; the lone survivor of an island of officially branded global criminals, on the run since the age of 8. Or was it 6?

Anyway, were you to stumble into the interior of this immaculately put together ship, and peek into this unassuming room, now, you would see a lady before another man, currently obliging his extensive member with her typically astute mouth, on her crew's very ship, in the oblivious company of aforementioned dangerous crew, strands of her hair messily tracing his shaft as she moved across it.

How risibly jarring to think you would also be looking at that same Nico Robin on those bounty posters you might have seen plastered over a grimy pub or three, bolted with inconspicuously deflective, no-nonsense eyes; the one labeled 'Demon Child.'

Just a foot before the chair, Robin blowed Nakaba in an exemplification of steady-does-it, knees on the floor and one hand resting on her ever naked, smooth knee with each staunch lurch forward, then back, then forward again. The woman was putting her freaky devil fruit abilities to good use as well, with spontaneously spawned arms smothering Nakaba in her lovely scent, and boy was that new!

Being swathed in multiple Robin arms and multiple Robin hands alike was unorthodox, certainly. And, if to speak the truth and nothing but, needed to be experienced by everyone at least once in their lives, 'cause holy BALLS. Oh magnanimous mammaries! Semen pumping dumpster humper!

"Girl!" Nakaba near swallowed his tongue post-hiss. Feeling assertive, he grabbed her head once more and enthusiastically shoved her pretty face against the base of his cock with a silky slam. She seemed to gurgle a bit. Maybe it was her. Maybe it was a sharp wave lashing the hull. Whichever the culprit, he was moving in, and Robin's throat was hosting. "You're not too shabby at all!"

Curfle!

Now look what he had done; Robin's face embraced by his pubic hair looked like a botched wig. Garishly, he moved her head like a knob around his pelvis, grinding her prominent nose into follicle-ville. His ears picked up a meager croak from her throat as he thrust his dick deeper inside her mouth, and he grinned over her valiant struggle, if the pitiful way she let herself get impaled on his cock was valiant, or a struggle. When his flexible snake drilling down her esophagus, plump head buried somewhere between her clavicles as if ready to douse her torso's anatomy directly, he released a picket of air. Nakaba indulged his engulfed dick with another plucky thrust into Robin's mouth.

"In plain terms," Robin's lips suddenly appeared behind his eyes in spontaneous recall, before they were occupied with something much more interesting, before the slurping and the pistoning, as they very adequately were now,"you are free to be who you are."

Nakaba grunted, half his face suddenly an odious grin. Oh yes I am, Robin, yes, I fucking am! I wonder, is that what's going through your mind right now while you suck me off like a whore off the street? If he were not already holding back a guttural moan, he would have snickered. That I can make you do all this because I'm free to?

Poetry. Nakaba couldn't care less for the thing -- but surely, surely, this was it.

Gritted teeth filtered his wiry interjections, and he released his breath with a harried shudder. "Not... too... s-shabby..!"

Immediately, Nakaba's dick began opening the pearly gates. But before he could lay his sticky propriety before the pirate woman's oral altar, amen, he wrung it off, hair, spittle and all.

Freed with an audible pop, Robin quickly ducked her head and coughed cordially into one hand, her cheek bumping into Nakaba's urethra, eyes reflexively shut tight. Air returned to her and she swiped a finger across her lips, somewhat frazzled, before finally speaking.

"My, that was quite rough," her voice coarsely observed, without undertone. She moved her finger to her hair, dragging a dislodged strand away from her face, then looked up with a run-of-the-mill gleam. "I assume you largely enjoyed my act of fellatio on you?"

Nakaba stroked his penis rigorously, managing to recover from the sudden disappearance of Robin's magic teleporting clone arms from his body in time to conceive a sentence, at least. He thought to remind her that he was fine with just 'Nakaba', but really, people knowing their place wasn't a bad thing -- especially after he had just got done fruitfully fucking their face. The stowaway should have been in stitches by now. Robin just gazed at him as if he had finished casually feeding her milk and biscuits; as leftovers, some spit was nestled along the corners of her mouth. Feeling the lick of air, the pirate woman demurely attempted to wipe it off with a knuckle once more.

The earrings dangled modestly before his sideburns, a not entirely unruly set of stripes, as Nakaba shucked his head to the right -- partially in showmanship, the other part to keep from, you know, erupting into a bona fide Laugh of Evil. At least for now. "You're alright at that. More than alright, actually. And, er...yeah," the man opened an eye. "m'bad about barging in all berserk." At least his tone wasn't too obviously dry. He lifted his forehead with a finger, looking back at the bottomless Robin. "Felt like ravaging your mouth with my dick since it looked so nice and eloquent there all by its happy, unchalleneged self. Hope it doesn't come between us."

Robin chuckled. "You needn't worry. It's no concern of mine." As Robin spoke, one thing did come to Nakaba's mind: she could probably use a cough drop. Only for that to be quickly forgotten as she looked up with a stalwart, benevolent stare from below, one so laughably dissonant when paired with the way her chest choppily rose and fell and her hair slathered over her forehead, that Nakaba stirred again. "However you sexually conduct yourself, after all," she explained as he stepped towards her, "is entirely within your capaci--ah--capacity as," feminine grunt, "as, oh!, Babe Spotter. Nakaba-san, your..."

Embodying a notably perverted lion's spirit, probably, Nakaba's fingers had found their way into her shirt and underneath her brassiere and aptly cinched her snappy nipple while she talked. Of course, she provided no resistance while he wriggled the hardening nub and diddled and fiddled with it, much more simply electing to sit there, brows faintly curling. "Oh... oh my, Nakaba-san, you..." Her breath jammed, then she continued, her eyes giving in to a pair of sultry iron sights. "...are touching my nipple so brazenly! If you aren't careful, I may squirt my juices all over this newly coated floor! How carelessly you are handling my invariably sensitive, womanly breast, and warm and wet it is bound to make my -- nmph -- my... sullied clitoris... i-if you persist. Oh--oh god, oh GOD, Nakaba-san! That's so very sensitive, I must say! But please, continue with it. You know who I am, do you? I am Nico Robin, and I am so glad you came aboard our ship so you can **** my puffy pointers. At this rate you might just make me and my tight, shapely body you love so much cum like silly again. Oh, how I love the way you ruggedly touch me. Ooh! Ahh! Yes!"

Nakaba squeezed her breast whole and with a roll, feeling her flesh rise between his fingers as he stifled a snicker. Oh-ho shit! Looks like that... normality... thing, from before is still in place. He enjoyed Robin's breast handily and in greedy, dick charging contemplation, noted the feeling of her calcifying nipple poking against his palm as he did, (and she commentated).

Finally, he snaked his hand away from her playtime-inviting titty flesh. "Alright, alright." Nakaba dropped backward on the bed. Robin, a little more than flushed, began gracefully taking to her feet when Nakaba stopped her with a hand. "Oh, Nico Robin." His spare continued tending his edge teetering penis while he talked.

"That is my name," she bantered back, eyes peacefully closed.

"And I like saying it," Nakaba said matter-of-factly. "In fact," he pointed, a twinkle in his twitch, "you know what? From now on, it is normal for you to use your devil fruit ability to spank your ass whenever someone calls you by your full name... Nico Robin."

He was treated to another one of Robin's presupposed smiles as she bent forward slightly. Then, she closed her eyes and crossed her arms in an X formation. "Un Fleur!" A hand sprouted out of her lower back. It aimed downward. Time seemed to stop; Nakaba assuredly did. But the space-time disruption was not to last as, with declarative fervor, she uttered, "Spank!"

With a whoosh of air, her extra arm swung straight down and planted its silky palm on her fresh, soft ass cheek.

Smack!

Not short of a second, Robin winced, mouth creasing as the shock coursed through her. The sound of her ringing bottom reverberated wall to wall, then quickly dissipated, before finally being inevitably drowned out by Nakaba's stomach-clenching, tummy turning, bed croaking laughter a few feet away.

"Aaahahahahahaaa, ahhh, ahh, ah, I can't, I can't!" For a moment, he forgot how to breathe, as Robin looked on in complacency at her recent sexual solicitor, who appeared to be shamelessly wheezing in her face after something she had instinctively, pragmatically done, as normal. "I, I, I can't believe you just did that to yourself, Nico Robin!"

Robin closed her eyes, setting one wrist over the other, both hands faced upward. "Spank!"

Smack!

Nakaba exploded in hilarity, almost losing his place on his cock as he wiped away a tear. His only regret was not being able to see her face -- that being another minor wrinkle of features as she adjusted to the sting, yet again, of her unquestioned self-****. "You just did it again!"

"I suppose I did," she agreed, corner of her lip tugged upward in trademark style. Ok -- now that was funny. "It is only customary. Do you find it amusing?"

"You bet watching you slap your ass with your own hand copying power thing is funny." Nakaba sat up. Look closely and you may even see a smile on his erect member. If you had the imagination. "Seeing you like this is a riot. I wish I could go back home to give some other uptight chicks I know similar dosages of much needed lube. But hey, I am a patient man." Snapping his very patient fingers, Nakaba pointed to his engorging cock. "As Babe Spotter, I approve of your pervert's worth Robin. You are indeed a fine babe. Kiss my dick."

Robin smiled, and leaned over. Both lips pursed, she smushed them against Nakaba's penis head, and his hand yanked up his shaft. His teeth shone. "Excellent!" He faltered a bit, then choked out, "Fuck, she's gonna blow!"

In synchronous time, his dick spasmed, and showers of clear spunk was sprayed into the open. Most of it splatted against the floor; some on Robin. The raven haired woman did not appear to mind, however, only looking down curiously before shrugging it off with a rise of the head.

It was then that Nakaba was hit with a wave of many things all at once. Relief, and fatigue, no question. But mostly perverse fulfillment, the likes of which he had never quite experienced previous. He found himself panting against the mattress, apparently dropping there at some point.

What a dream. What reality. His dick relaxed along his inner thigh. Deservedly, if he'd say so himself. This not-so-little guy had been with him on this journey since grope one, and now, things were finally looking incredibly up. Payoffs like these came only once in a blue moon, and it was nice to share it with an honorable partner in crime.

Oh, and Akaba, too, of course. Though he wasn't here now, which was a shame. Huh, nearly forgot about the guy.

Hopefully, the klutz was okay. Just wait 'til he got word of this!

"Robin," speaking after a decade caged in a minute, Nakaba lazily slung his arms across his chest, "for the last part of your Babe Spotter examination, clean up my semen from the floor." As the woman murmured a neutral 'yes' and arose to her feet, Nakaba pulled his head forward to look at her. "Oh, and one other thing. You got a permanent marker right? Like I thought I saw one on raccoon dog guy's desk."

---

In the dining room, two individuals sat slumped on a chair, rubbing their bloated bellies before an empty plate, alone. Ordinarily, the cook might have been stationed in the kitchen across from them, preparing some late-day cuisine, or a gelatinous appetizer. But he had gone out, waiting for one of his dishes to cool in the fridge. Just in time for two such as these to waltz in, open the fridge, and slide their hands together in anticipation as a glowing, scrumptious plate of funnel cake with a sticky note that read 'DO NOT TOUCH' on it was relocated to the eating table.

That was a few minutes ago.

Now...

"Usopp..."

The long-nose belched, then turned his head. "Yeah, Chopper?"

"I think..." The reindeer burped. "I think we were supposed to stop a long time ago."

"Well... you know what they say," Usopp slurred.

---

"A man without balls... is no man!" Nakaba huffed with a ribbon of pride. "That's what I used to always tell my pupils. Back in my home island, I mean."

Buttoning her trousers, Robin only gave a courteous smile as Nakaba grinned ear to ear and watched her worm into the purple pair. In the meantime, he had found some spare pants in one of the drawers, and decided to take them in place of his old ones. Sentimentality wasn't always his forte, anyhow. Plus, they fit better.

"Feeling better, eh," she flipped her hair over both shoulders, "Nakaba-san?"

"You could say that again." He silently winked at his earrings. Would've done it outright, but talking to inanimate objects also wasn't really his forte. "How's the mark I gave ya?"

Robin neither smirked nor scowled as she slowered her pants to mid-tush area, revealing, in nice, moderately visible black marker, a distinct 'NA'.

"Remember," he proceeded as Robin pulled her pants back up by a belt loop, "that's my mark of approval, which means you are kind-of-officially my Babe now. Not a **** or anything; I ain't taking you from the crew. But... well, we'll figure out the specifics later. Just keep it a secret for the time being, okay?" Nakaba crossed both arms over his torso. "Also, I think you can be really useful to me, Robin. Especially with that... ability of yours."

"Thank you. I suppose." Robin withdrew her hand from the doorknob. "And, of course, you may do as you wish. However, keep in mind; if you remain unaffiliated as a Babe Spotter, this may come to clash with the affiliations of your designated Babes. I, as you know, am a Straw Hat. You, Nakaba-san, are not. Being that you are two separate entities, this may lead to conflicts of interest where, when joined, there would ideally be none."

"I guess," Nakaba said after taking a few seconds to parse out the syllables. "But like you said, I could do as I wish, can't I?"

"Yes. Perhaps." The woman chuckled at Nakaba's raised brow. "Sometimes, inconveniences present themselves at inopportune times, don't they?"

"I guess."

"In moments like those, having support can prove invaluable."

"So... you're saying... what are you saying?"

"That you should consider joining the crew, if you don't already have one of your own. After all, we could use a Babe Spotter like yourself."

Hold the horses there. Who was recruiting who, now?

Robin chuckled again, and twisted the knob, ass hypnotically drawing Nakaba's gaze. "Glad you're awake and well, Nakaba-san. If you're still awake by tonight, feel free to join us for dinner." Upon a push, the door opened. "Don't push yourself."

She slid out the door, then let it close shut.

Once she was out and the door was closed, Nakaba winced. His body ached like it belonged to a guy who had just woken from a really bad shipwreck and **** it into a magnificent sexual climax with an arbitrary female member of the crew who'd salvaged him from ****.

Yeah, he thought to himself as he hurdled -- gently -- back into bed, mulling over the notion of joining their crew, I plan to, Robin. But let's see how this pans out first... besides. I kind of like the idea of the rest of the Straw Hats being oblivious to my true 'nature', at least for now. I don't know. I could always tell them over dinner...

Rolling to his side, Nakaba came blink-to-blink with the wall, and was suddenly overcome with heavy eyes.

...

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....Shit am I hungry, now that I think about it.