They meet Luffy

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[I am not going to rehash the entire early plot of One Piece. I’m going to assume if you are reading this that you have some idea of what is going on. I’m going to be focusing on how this universes version differs, the relaxed attitude toward sex being the main one.]

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Ranma was a bit of a quick change artist. In more ways than one. One minute after Nami had fled, the female Ranma, dressed in her old clothing, was hopping across roofs in parallel to the running girl. Nami ran real good, with only the slightest hitch in her step giving any indication that she’d been recently well fucked. Ranma guessed he’d have to try a bit harder the next time he got the chance. She grinned. She had a sneaking suspicion that Nami would be having future encounters with the evil bastard Ryoga.

For the time being Nami was keeping well in front of her pursuers. If they caught her, Ranma would step in, but in the meantime a little road work never hurt anyone.

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Far, far away, on board a huge Marine Battleship a small black pig who was currently being towelled dry in the lap of an attractive Marine ensign, sneezed violently. “Oh dear, did you catch a cold swimming in the ocean for so long, little fellow?” the ensign asked.

“What Hina wants to know is where the ship he fell off of is?” A tall attractive woman smoking a cigarette and wearing a captain’s coat, asked. “Hina wants to know if the lookouts have seen anything yet.” She said, directing the inquiry to one of the marines standing nearby.

“Nothing Maam.”

“Hina says keep a lookout. Hina thinks there may be a pirate hovering over the horizon. Hina knows this pig had to come from somewhere. Hina knows he didn’t just fall from the sky.”

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Nami was starting to get winded. Ranma could hear her puffing and gasping for breath. She really needed to work on her stamina. “Just about time to step in,” Ranma muttered to herself as the trio of pirates chasing Nami started to get within lunging range. Just then there was an explosion in the sky, which caused everyone in the vicinity to glance up at the cloud of expanding smoke, and the small figure falling from it. Even as they kept running.

The distraction did gain Nami a few extra steps on the pirates.

A few seconds later the chase became moot as something crashed onto the road between Nami and the pirates, blasting cobblestones and dirt into the air in a huge cloud of dust. When it dispersed it revealed a short scrawny boy wearing a vest, cut off shorts, sandals, and an oversized straw hat, leaving a good portion of his tanned body bare. He might have been thin, but his muscles were wiry and clearly defined.

Ranma was impressed that the boy didn’t have a mark on him. He was clearly a lot tougher than he looked. The crater he had made in the road was Ryoga level.

If the boy’s physical abilities didn’t phase Ranma, Nami wrapping her arms around his neck and greeting him with pleasure as her boss did. Only when she let him go, told him she’d leave the rest to him, and hightailed out of there did Ranma understand that Nami had pulled a Nabiki.

Ranma wondered if she should intervene. As someone who’s found herself in similar situations more times than she could count she had sympathy for the boy, but he seemed more puzzled than worried as the three pirates, each twice his size, surrounded him.

Ten seconds later all three Pirates were comatose, and the only thing that had bothered the boy during the short fight was when they’d almost damaged his oversized straw hat.

“Wow! You’re strong. You beat those three guys with swords bare-handed.” Nami’s voice floated up from below Ranma. The red-head peeked over the edge of the roof and saw Nami sitting casually on the railing of a second story balcony for all the world as if she was just relaxing in the sun and had not been running for her life two minutes previously.

Ranma couldn’t see Nami’s face from here, but he could imagine her expression, and thought process. She was about to rope this guy into escorting her back to her boat, or maybe more.

The strawhat guy put a hand on the top of his hat to hold it in place as he tilted his head back to look up at Nami. “Who are you?”

“I’m Nami. I’m a thief who steals from pirates. Want to team up? We could make a lot of money.”

“Not interested,” Strawhat replied and turned to leave. Ranma watched him with interest. All the while he’d been talking to Nami, Strawhat’s gaze had been focused on her face, despite her position above him giving him a perfect upskirt opportunity. Was he gay? Or just a decent person? Nah, had to be gay! In Ranma's experience no guy was that pure.

Nami must have picked up something that told her sex would not be a good lure for this person. She didn’t try to vamp or tease him, instead she started talking to him about the hat he seemed so protective of, which was clearly precious to him. With the skill of a ranch dog herding sheep she nudged and encouraged him and before long she was sitting with him inside one of the abandoned houses having a conversation with him, feeling him out for advantage.

Ranma hooked her toes on to the eaves of the house, and hung upside down outside the window of the room Nami and the guy, who was called Luffy, were talking in.

The talk seemed to be going good. When Luffy found out Nami was a navigator he instantly asked her to join his crew. Unfortunately it turned out to be a pirate crew. Luffy declaring with great pride that he was a pirate captain. Things went frosty from that point on. Until they warmed up. Ranma face-palmed when Nami got all sweet and invited Luffy to go with her to confront Buggy. How often had she heard Nabiki use almost that exact tone of voice when convincing someone of what a great idea to jump into a hornets nest would be.

Ranma’s instincts were right. No sooner did they get out into the street than Nami hogtied Luffy and dragged him to the bar Buggy had made his base. Ranma was sympathetic. She’d been disappointed as well to find out that Luffy was an unapologetic pirate. She’d had such a good opinion of him. But she was a bit disappointed in as well Nami. Getting so angry that she’d walk back into the hornets nest was stupid. Nabiki might have tricked a lot of people into do that, but she'd never accompanied them.

No matter how long she lived in a girl’s body Ranma didn’t think she’d ever understand their thought processes.

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Nami had tried, she really had. But she was unable to get the memory of all that gold Ryoga had left behind in the treasure room out of her mind. He’d taken the bulk, but there had been a lot that wouldn’t fit on the rug he used to make a bag. Maybe even enough to push her over the hundred million mark she needed. One Piece would make her rich beyond her wildest dreams, but she was on a deadline.

Luffy was her key to Buggy’s treasure. She’d trade the map and Luffy to Buggy as payment for being allowed to join his crew. Her talent as a navigator made her valuable as fuck to a pirate. She knew this first hand. That would hopefully save her from becoming the ship’s urinal. Best bet. Buggy would personally break her in. Pirate captain's liked to save girls with Nami's talent for themselves. Only sharing them with the crew when they needed to be shown their place. Once Nami was a member of Buggy's crew she’d have time to rob him blind and take the map back.

At first things went perfectly. Buggy thought it was a huge laugh that Nami had betrayed her boss, Luffy, and turned him and the map over to him. He had been impressed with her navigational skills, demonstrated by her pointing out features of the map she’d stolen that he hadn’t noticed himself. As she had expected that had been the deal maker. Him telling her to strip and show him what else she had to offer him was also within her expectations.

What she had not expected was for Buggy’s hands to separate from his body and fly over and take hold of her ankles.

“Surprised?” Buggy had chortled. “I ate the Chop Chop fruit. Now I’m a chop chop man. I can’t be cut, and I can separate my body into pieces and freely use them.”

Then Buggy’s cock had slipped out of his pants, flown over, and shoved itself up her cunt and begun to fuck her as his crew cheered him on.

This had not been part of the plan.

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Ranma watched from a nearby rooftop as Nami confronted Buggy. Luffy was thrown into a small cage with a solid top and bottom and bars connecting them. The bars were over an inch thick and too close together to let even someone as thin as Luffy slip out.

Luffy dealt with, Buggy turned his attention toward Nami. The clown seemed amused by Nami, but that didn’t stop him from insisting she strip nude in front of his entire crew. At least Ranma assumed Nami was only doing it on Buggy’s order. She couldn’t imagine her doing it of her own volition.

When Nami took a spread-legged stance and put her hands on top of her head, it pretty much confirmed that her earlier striptease had been on Buggy’s orders. Was he looking for a wire? Did they even have wires in this world?

What happened next was mysterious. Nami’s ass cheeks suddenly clenched tight, and she lifted up on her toes, for all the world as if someone had just violently goosed her. Ranma couldn’t see her face, but the back of her neck flushed red. It didn’t stop there. Nami’s ass continued to shift from side to side as her body rose up and down on her toes. Her cheeks kept clenching and releasing and it almost looked like she was trying to dodge a phantom molestor, while not being able to move her feet from where they were. Only when she let out a loud cry and orgasmed in front of the entire crew of pirates did it stop. At Buggy’s directions one of his crew handed Nami a mug of beer as big as her head and she drank it down in one draw, beer spilling over her sweaty bare breasts.

Ranma had watched closely, and not just because of Nami’s porn dance. But no matter how closely she watched, she could not figure out what was going on from this distance. And that bothered her a lot. There was a gimmick at work here and Ranma had bad experiences with gimmicks. They always seemed to bite her on the ass big time before she had a chance to figure them out.

Whatever ‘it’ had been had stopped, and from what Ranma could tell, Nami seemed to have passed whatever test Buggy had given her. Then some members of Buggy’s crew dragged out a canon and loaded it. Ranma was puzzled. What did they need a cannon for. She got her answer when Buggy ordered the cannon fired and the house under Ranma turned into a cloud of splinters, and every house right to the edge of town in line with the canon did the same thing. Ranma didn’t notice that. She was too busy looking at all the pretty birdies fluttering around her head as she lay in the wreckage of what had been a perfectly sturdy three story house seconds earlier. Ranma’s skin had come through the blast fine. If she’d been able to see in the dust and dirt she would have seen it turn dead black as she had automatically directed chi into her skin to toughen it, but her clothing was another matter. Her garments were totally shredded.

By the time Ranma came to, the bar across the street was a wreck and there was no sign of Nami, or the pirates. “Oh fuck!” Ranma cried out, her guts tying themselves in knots from the guilt of screwing up and maybe getting Nami killed.

She had no idea where Nami was, but she knew where she’d go if she was still alive. Running and jumping as fast as she could, Ranma headed for Nami’s stolen boat. With no time to waste Ranma didn’t worry about inconsequential things like finding something to wear.

Ranma arrived at the port and heaved a relieved sigh at seeing Nami safe. She was with Luffy, and some green-haired guy sporting three swords and a hole in his side to go by the amount of blood staining the hakima he wore around his waist and the fact Luffy was half-carrying him. Facing them, and between them and the boat, were three pirates.

Still feeling guilty and needing to make amends, Ranma jumped over top of the first trio and landed in front of the other set. The eyes of the three pirates dropped toward Ranma’s bare, bouncing breasts, and before they could lift up again Ranma’s hands flashed faster than their eyes could see. All three of them simply collapsed for no apparent reason.

Ranma had intended to lay down some serious smack on the three, but when she’d spotted how battered they were, and that they were the three losers Nami and her had stolen a boat from she had changed her atack. It wasn’t cool to bully the weak after all. Instead of punching their faces in, she flicked her wrists just as her hands neared their heads and sent a blast of air at near supersonic speed directly into their faces, rattling their brains, but doing little serious harm. She then returned her hands to her sides. To an outside observer it would look like the men had taken one look at her bare tits and fainted from sheer pleasure, blood spurting from their noses.

“Ranma!” Nami cried out in a happy voice. A far cry from the tone she’d been using with the red-head the last time they had spoken.

“So strong!” Luffy cried out his eyes taking in Ranma’s muscular nude form and looking down at the fallen pirates. “Be my cabin girl!” he shouted.

“Wait? What? No!” Nami yelled at him. “She’s my . . .” Nami trailed off, clearly not sure what Ranma was to her, besides the key to unimaginable wealth. And that she could not tell anyone.

“She’s your cabin girl? That’s cool. Seeing as how you’re my navigator there’s no problem. You can share her with us.” Luffy said in matter of fact tone of voice.

“She is not my cabin girl!” Nami protested, while flushing deeply. “And I am NOT your navigator! I’m just going to accompany you for a bit.”

Luffy ignored Nami and got right up in Ranma’s face, his eyes full of stars. “Join my crew! We’ll have lots of fun!”

“I’m not a pirate. I’m a martial artist. I’m going to become the best martial artist in the world,” Ranma told Luffy.

“Cool! You can be the ship’s martial artist/cabin girl!”

Ranma had some idea of what a cabin girl was. Basically a relief station for the crew. Ranma actually found the idea a bit appealing. Her experience with Nami had shown her how good sex felt and the idea of getting as much as she could handle, and then some, was tempting as hell. Ranma had always viewed her girl side as an avenue to enjoy things her male-half could not indulge in, and having sex with guys was for sure something her guy side was not going to do. She also liked that the job would not require her active consent. But she failed to see how the two skill sets Luffy put together fit together. “Ain’t cabin girls supposed to be all soft and submissive? Ship slaves?” she asked. The submissive part was easy enough. It was just going with the flow, but she was not going to give up her training or her martial arts.

Luffy made scoffing sounds. “Pirates fight hard, and party harder! How could the cabin girl be a **** or soft and weak. The cabin girl on a pirate ship has to be the strongest member of the crew. That’s what Shank’s taught me. How else could she handle all of them?”

That made a sort of twisted sense to Ranma, but to go by her reaction Nami wasn’t buying it in the least.

“Why are you even talking to this idiot?” Nami demanded. Getting between Ranma and Luffy. She yelled in Ranma’s face. “He’s a pirate! We’re going to travel with him for a bit, but we are not joining his crew!”

“Ah, I see.” Ranma said. She looked around Nami and told Luffy. “Sorry. Nami’s the boss. What she says goes. If she says I can’t join your crew, I can’t join your crew. Too bad. You seem like an okay guy, for a pirate.”

“Stop talking to him! You’ll catch his idiocy!” Nami yelled at Ranma. She grabbed the smaller girl by the ear and dragged her onto their stolen boat. “And why aren’t you wearing any clothes? No wonder he thought you were a cabin girl! People are going to judge me by how you behave! Remember that the next time you decide to prance around town in the nude!” Nami yelled while she delivered a hard swat to Ranma’s bottom that left a livid handprint.

[Nami routinely leaves Luffy battered and bruised when he does something particularly stupid. I see no reason why she can’t bypass Ranma’s normal toughness when in this frame of mind]