Ranma goes it alone

East Blue was considered the weakest of the great oceans, The pirates who plied it’s waters and the Marines who fought them were lower echelon compared to the forces in the other oceans. The same went for the monsters and perils that dwelt there.

But that did not mean all was sweetness and light for the civilians that inhabited the thousands of small port towns that dotted the many islands scattered throughout East Blue.

It was a bit of a lottery for them. The odds that the smaller more remote towns would be raided by pirates were possibly a hundred to one. If they were raided it was ten to one that it would be a simple raid, with the pirates hurriedly restocking their ships, and cleaning the dust out of their pipes with the help of the local girls, before the marines could show up.

Sometimes however the pirates would stay put for weeks, recuperating and taking it easy. A vacation from the hard work of raiding and rapine. Mostly the pirates would only be interested in a good time. If the townsfolk did not aggravate them they would drink all the booze and despoil any attractive woman that caught their eye, but on the whole cause little damage. But then there were the pirates that did not consider any shore stay that did not leave a smoking ruin behind a failure.

In general even the nastiest of pirates despised this sort of pirate. It was like shitting where you eat. And the next pirate to arrive in need of fresh water and food, and lots of pussy would find a dry well. That could often mean the failure of those pirate crews as they operated on a threadbare margin and sometimes all it would take to destroy them was to find that their current port of call had been turned to ashes. That was why most pirates, if they had the ability, made a point of curb stomping the sort of pirate who could not restrain themselves when in port. That tended to keep those pirates who were inclined in that way honest and to restrict themselves to only minor atrocities.

But there were always some who would not heed the laws of the brotherhood, and it could be said that the towns unfortunate enough to be visited by them could be said to have lost the lottery big time. And in most cases they would never recover and a once prosperous town would become a ghost town.

Orange Town was one such town. It was currently playing host to the Buggy Pirates, led by the notorious, slightly ridiculous, Buggy the Clown. Many people tended to dismiss Buggy as a joke due to his natural physiognomy that caused him to closely resemble a clown, complete with an oversized bulbous round red nose. But Buggy was no cheerful jokester. Unless you count tying people to the mouth of a canon and firing it off a jest. He certainly did. And that was mild compared to the indignities he loved to inflict on females who made the mistake of mentioning his nose.

Currently one such girl was currently serving as a visible reminder to not piss off the clown. She was the centerpiece of the circus themed promenade that made up the the roof of the large bar that Buggy had commandeered. It was a large open deck on top of the second story of what had been a hotel/bar before Buggy took it over. The girl had spent the last three days secured in a public use pillory and all fifty some odd members of Buggy’s crew had made use of one of her three holes several times, always being sure to replace the plugs that filled her mouth, ass and cunt when not in use. Her belly was currently swollen from the several gallons of cum filling her womb, stomach, and bowels. And she’d only slightly annoyed Buggy.

And this was the meat grinder that Nami intended to infiltrate, and not just piss off Buggy, but outright enrage him. If she got caught she’d be envying the girl in the stocks.

Ranma was currently standing on the roof of a building a block away from this scene. She shook her head and muttered. “She’s either an idiot, or has balls bigger than Pantyhose’s cursed form.” Considering that Pantyhose Taro's cursed form was a fifteen foot minotaur, that was a pretty big compliment. It was also the first time Ranma had ever really thought about how well hung that particular foe was. For some reason she had never really paid much attention to the fact that Taro's cock was a good eighteen inches long, when soft. Now having thought of it she suddenly found herself curious as fuck as to just how big he'd be if he got hard. She felt a now familiar tension in her belly and shook off that train of thought and brought her mind back to her current situation.

After they had made landfall in Orange Town’s port Nami had refused to allow Ranma to accompany her into the belly of the beast. She’d been pretty blunt. The only thing Ranma accompanying her would accomplish was to see both of them become cum-sockets for Buggy’s crew. Seeing the scene in front of her Ranma could see why Nami was worried. If only Ranma could have convinced her that Buggy's crew posed no threat to her.

However, after the disastrous results of Ranma’s last attempt of demonstrating her fighting skills to Nami the small red-head didn’t dare try again. Even though the thought of being punished again was rather disturbingly exciting. Ranma gave a sigh. She was **** to admit it, but Nami did have a point. If Ranma insisted on accompanying Nami it would compromise the girl’s ability to sneak onto Buggy’s ship and steal the map of the Grand Line. The both of them would be so focused on each other that they would not be at their best, whatever Nami’s best was.

Ranma was positive she could accomplish the mission solo, especially if she wasn’t a girl when she tried, but she could hardly tell Nami about that.

If Ranma was determined about anything in this new life she had found herself living, it was about not revealing her curse to anyone, and especially not to Nami. She’d escaped her tangled life in the other reality, the last thing she wanted was to start it up all over again on this side. And living as a guy would do that. She could handle guys chasing her ass, indeed, the idea had a certain appeal now where before it had been disgusting. But, she just knew that her guy side would not be able to cope with a half-dozen girls determined to marry him. The same tactics that Ranma could use to discourage guys were not ones her guy side could use on girls. As the incident with Nami had shown. If Ranma had been a guy at the time her ego insisted that Nami would currently be determined to latch onto him for life.

Currently Ranma had two goals. Making sure that Nami didn’t become a full time relief station for the Buggy Pirates, and stealing the map before the other girl could. She intended to meet Nami back at the boat, with the map in her possession. If that didn’t prove she could be a valuable resource Ranma didn’t know what would.

But to do all of that Ranma was going to have to be a guy. And while all she needed to change was hot water, making sure Nami didn’t get suspicious meant a change of clothing as well. Ideally that meant looting them from a member of Buggy’s crew. That would both avoid any suspicion on Nami's part if Ranma showed up as a guy in the exact same clothes she was currently wearing, and make it easier to sneak around on Buggy’s ship.

Picking out a pirate among a hoard of townsfolk would have been a problem, but thanks to Captain’s Buggy the entire town had been evacuated and the residents were currently living in an encampment outside it leaving the town to the pirates. So pretty much anyone Ranma saw wondering the streets was likely to be a pirate. Her only issue was picking out one that was the same size as her male body, and who looked like he bathed more than once a year.

Ranma somewhat understood the situation in the town. A dozen or so girls had ‘volunteered’ to entertain the pirates. The reality was more along the lines that they were hostages. If the townsfolk were obedient and didn’t make trouble the girls would only suffer some rough usage but would be left intact once the pirates decided to leave. From what Ranma had seen she was skeptical about the last part. She had a sneaking suspicion that the girls would vanish along with the pirates. After all they were pirates, by definition that made them scum. In Ranma’s mind the townsfolk had made a bad bargain. But they had made the bargain and it wasn’t Ranma’s job to save them. Her priority was Nami.

Keeping to the rooftops Ranma hopped from building to building until she discovered a group of five pirates idly walking down a backstreet. They would occasionally break into a business or home. But, by this time the town had been thoroughly looted and there was little for them to find so they simply smashed things while taking long draws on the bottles they were carrying. One pirate was about the same size as Ranma’s guy side, and looked like he might actually know how hygiene was spelled. Now all that was left was to borrow his outfit. That was the easiest part of this whole scheme.

“Hup!” Ranma grunted as she leapt off the roof and landed in the roadway in front of the half-drunk pirates. Her boobs bounced under her thin shirt clearly demonstrating she wasn’t wearing anything under her shirt. “Hey, can you boys tell me where I can find Captain Buggy’s map to the grand line?” She asked in a casual voice.

The pirates were surprised at her sudden appearance, but only for a bit. Ignoring her question they all adopted lecherous expressions. “Fresh meat!” One of them cried out as he lunged at Ranma. “I get the first time,” he said as he tried to grab Ranma. She smiled, lifted a hand, and finger flicked him in the middle of the forehead. His body was catapulted backward as if he’d been shot from a cannon, flying through the group of other pirates and smashing into a building on the other side of the street, cracking the brickwork and leaving him imbedded in the wall.

“Was that too much?” Ranma muttered to herself, but then she shook her head. “They’re pirates. There is no such thing as too much.”

In the meantime the remaining pirates were swiveling their heads back and forth between their comatose comrade and Ranma’s tiny form. They were bugeyed and slack jawed in shock and were clearly having a hard time making all the parts of this equation add up.

“It has to be a trick!” One pirate screamed as he drew his cutlass and leapt in the air while swinging it down toward Ranma with a **** that was clearly intended to bisect her the long way. Ranma casually lifted her hand and caught his blade between the fingers of her hand, stopping the strike dead and wrenching the pirate’s arms almost out of his sockets as he suddenly found all the **** of his attack rebounding on his own body and his shoulder joints in particular.

“What the fuck!” Ranma cried out, yanking her arm back and shaking her hand frantically. Her reaction had nothing to do with any injury she had taken from the sword strike and all to do with the fact that just before she’d pinched the blade her fingers had turned black. Almost as quickly as the color had appeared it vanished, leaving Ranma staring at her perfectly normal fingers.

The pirates assumed the swordsman had been somewhat effective in his attack and lunged at her. She sidestepped the first two as if they were standing still and kicked the one trailing behind in the nuts. Not enough to burst his balls, but he wasn’t going to be participating in the fight anytime soon.

“Aw, come on guys. I just want to know where the clown keeps his map?” Ranma teased the pirates who were still standing.

“Monster!” One of the pirates screamed and turned to run. Only to be brought down before he could take two steps when Ranma picked up the discarded cutlass and threw it so the pommel struck him in the back of the head. That left three to go. One busy holding his balls, and one who currently could barely move his arms. Ranma snap kicked him under the chin and put him out. That left one, who just happened to be the right size.

“His treasure room! Captain Buggy keeps the map in the bar's strong room!” the pirate blurted out as the demon who looked like a small busty girl strolled up to him. He backed up until he ran into a wall and couldn’t go any further.

“See. Was that so hard?” Ranma asked cheerfully She started to strip out of her clothing causing the pirate to gaze at her in mingled lust and outright terror. “Well, what are you waiting for?” Ranma asked him. “Strip!”

The pirate had no idea what was going on, but this was something he understood. “I guess you’ve heard I’m the best hung on the crew,” he said rather weakly as he hastily removed all his clothing, revealing a fairly nice body.

Ranma glanced down at the pirate’s cock, which was starting to swell. “Eh, I’ve seen better,” she said. She snap kicked him under the chin and put him out like a light. She then repeated the action with all the pirates that were still conscious until she was the only one left awake.

“Now all I need is some hot water,” Ranma muttered to herself as she slipped on the oversized garments. She bundled up her own clothing and used the arms of her shirt to tie them to her back as she examined the nearby buildings.

As she walked toward her chosen building Ranma examined the fingers that had earlier turned black, flexing them and trying to figure out what had happened. There didn’t seem to be anything wrong, but it had been freaky as hell. Had the blade been poisoned. No! Her fingers had turned black before she caught the blade. She tried to think about what had been going on when it had happened. She’d **** Chi into her fingers in order to turn her skin steel hard. She might be a bit of a showboat, but she wasn't an idiot. Trying to catch a blade without taking precautions was a good way to lose a hand. Ranma wasn’t in Ryoga’s league when it came to body toughening, but she was pretty good. Experimenting Ranma repeated the action, causing her Chi to flow into her hand. Just like before her fingers, along with the entire hand, turned black. “Damn, so that’s what it was,” she said with some relief. “This world is fucking weird,” muttered the eighty-five pound redhead who had just curbstomped five pirates in less than a minute.