Eventually

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Every magical reality had their own rules, and they didn’t always align with each other. There were no Jusenkyo springs in the world of One Piece. Thus, no spring of Drowned girl. The magic that turned Ranma for a girl to a boy with hot water, and from a boy to a girl with cold water, did not exist in the One Piece world.

But part of the function of the portal was to align a traveller with the reality of the world he was visiting so he, or she, remained as close to themselves as possible. Ranma was a gender-shifter, so the portal sought out a corresponding magic to allow Ranma to retain that ability. There were many options when it came to gender-shifting, but unfortunately the rules of the One Piece universe did not allow for more than one person to possess any given special attribute at a time and the majority of Gender related abilities were currently taken. But there was one left, a particular power unique to the various free-use One Piece realities. Ranma gained the power of the Onna-Onna fruit. He became an Onna-hole man. or girl. This did not mean he transformed into a small masturbation sex toy, it merely meant that his girl side shared certain attributed with said toy, such as a very durable, solid rubber like, body, and a bottomless cunt. Stick a cock long enough in Ranma’s pussy, or mouth, and it would come out the other end, if you used enough **** and lubrication.

Ranma had avoided, with all her might, learning anything detailed about her internal female anatomy. There was no reason for her to ever become aware that her female body didn’t meet factory specs. But others, more educated, might start to take notice of the fact that Ranma had the ability to take way more cock than a girl only four foot ten inches should by all rights be able to.

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“Huh, huh, huh, huh.” Ranma gasped as Usopp’s cock jolted her small body over and over again, forcing air in and out of her lungs as if he were performing a version of internal CPR.

“Uhg, ugh, ugh, ugh,” Usopp grunted, sweat running down his face, as he tried his best to keep up with the pace set by Ranma’s hips as they pumped up and down under him as she bounced on her heels and flexed her stomach.

“Smack, smack, smack, smack,” went Usopp’s balls as they slapped Ranma's ass.

“Slitch, slitch, slitch, slitch,” went the walls of Ranma’s cunt as Usopp’s cock pumped in and out of her juicy socket.

“This may have been a bad idea,” muttered Nami to herself. She had a front row seat to Usopp’s dick plowing in and out of Ranma’s distended cunt. Living up to his title of Ship’s sniper he was pulling his cock all the way out of Ranma’s cunt with each stroke, leaving a few inches between the drooling tip and her distended hole, and then unerringly he drove back down and hit the mark every time, jolting Ranma’s body as his full ten inches slid up to the balls in her.

Nami’s hips twitched on her chase lounge and her thighs clamped together as she fought to control her body’s reaction to the floor show. She had a niggling feeling that there was something wrong with the scene, but at the moment her brain wasn’t inclined to speculate.

“Disappointed?” Zoro asked from right next to the distracted pirate-thief.

The navigator jolted as she was snapped out of her focus. She twisted her head around and found Zoro’s, more than a foot long, cock hovering in front of her face, cum oozing out of the tip.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Nami snapped as she dragged her eyes away from Zoro’s manhood and glared up at his face. Her sunglasses hid her eyes and the look in them, but her decision to sunbathe in the nude resulted in nothing else being hidden, including her flushed skin and the way her hips were twitching.

Zoro had been looking Nami straight in the face, but now he let his eyes wander down her tanned and glistening body from head to toes, a sardonic smirk twisting a corner of his mouth. He then looked over at Luffy, who was waving a pair of small flags while he did a leg-kicking dance and urged Usopp on. Not for a moment did Luffy’s eyes leave the sight of Ranma getting fucked to look over at Nami, despite the buffet of flesh laid out for all to see.

“Funny, you say you hate pirates, but you put yourself on display like this. If Luffy was really a pirate you’d be on your back right next to Ranm with me or Luffy between your legs.” Zora said in a casual tone, before meeting Nami’s hidden eyes again, “Testing us are you?”

“Luffy is a pirate! He can’t go an hour without declaring he is!” Nami snapped back, as she tried to erase the image Zoro’s words had put in her head. She ignored the last part, for the reason that she’d look like a food denying it.

“And yet your belly isn’t full of cum,” Zoro remarked before he took a swig from the bottle in his hand. “Like I asked, disappointed?”

“Fuck you, mosshead!” Nami snapped back.

“I think Luffy has messed with your head. You can’t figure him out. So you decided you’d prove he’s scum by throwing up bait he couldn’t resist.”

Nami’s flush moved down her neck to her breasts. She snatched off her glasses so she could direct the full **** of her glare at Zoro. “So if he’s not a pirate, what is he?”

Zoro took a swig and then wiped the back of his arm before answering Nami, “Fucked if I know. Sometimes I think he’s just bugnut crazy. Then I think about how he reacted to Kuro. If Ranma hadn’t gotten pissed at Kuro’s stupidity I’m positive Luffy would have torn him apart for betraying his own crew. Luffy talks about becoming the pirate king because the pirate king has the most freedom of anyone in the world. But he doesn’t think his freedom trumps that of his crew, or anyone else. He had no interest in taking away someone else’s freedom. Remember how he left all that treasure back in Orange Village, because it was theirs in the first place.”

Nami scowled at that reminder. Of course she remembered, that had been her fucking money. Or it would have been once she stole it from Luffy.

“A pirate wouldn't do that. He’s fine with me devoting my life to becoming the greatest swordsman in the world even though it might put me in conflict with his goal at some point. Because it's my dream and it would never cross his mind that his freedom should trump mine.”

“He didn’t have any trouble taking away Ranma’s freedom!” Nami snapped, glancing over at where Usopp was doing his best to nail Ranma to the deck with his big thick cock.

“That’s bullshit! I know fucking well that you were the one to suggest to Usopp how to handle Ranma’s nerves on her first day as the ship’s cabin girl. Luffy went along with your and Usopp’s suggestion on how to treat Ranma, not because he gets off on **** girls, or to take away her freedom to choose, but because he knew she’d have fun with those sorts of games, all three of those idiots haven’t grown up yet, I’m halfway convinced that this whole pirate thing is just one big game to Luffy. He wants to be the pirate king. So he has to have a crew worthy of the pirate king, I don’t think he’s thought one step further than that.

“The whole reason Luffy wants Ranma as his cabin girl so much is because she can kick ass, and loves sex, the harder the better. Someone he respects told him that you can tell how strong a pirate crew is by how strong their cabin girl is. He honestly thinks cabin girls are something other than convenient replaceable cum-buckets! There was a bit of incredulity in that last statement. Even so merchant ships used less than willing females as Cabin girls. Debtors, or prisoners paroled into their employers custody. Neither of which had any options other than to suck dick on demand. Under the letter of the law they weren’t slaves, but everyone is aware of the truth. It didn’t stop the men on those ships, crew and customers, from making good and frequent use of those girls.

Zoro took another swig, emptying the bottle. He examined it with a steady hand and eyes that were clear despite the amount of booze he had sucked down. He shot a grin at Nami and said. “Fuck, I’m drunk. I always get philosophical and think too much when I’m loaded.”

Without another glance at Nami’s displayed charms, the green-haired swordsman wandered away in search of another bottle, or a place to nap. He didn’t even glance down as he stepped around the rutting forms of Usopp and Ranma.

Nami glared at Zoro’s retreating back, while trying to tell herself that he was wrong about her, and about Luffy. But the problem was, the bastard was right. She didn’t understand Luffy. He wasn’t a pirate. Not as she understood the term, and she had far more experience with them than most people. More experience with the worst sort than even most other pirates.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d spent this long in the company of several male pirates and not ended up getting fucked. And no matter how she might have acted during those sessions, she didn’t enjoy it beyond her body’s natural reaction to the act. She certainly didn't have any desire for more of the same on this boat. Her current state of arousal was simply a conditioned reflex.

It was perfectly natural for Nami to try and discover Luffy’s true nature, before he betrayed her and Ranma by selling them off to a larger crewed pirate ship so he could buy a bigger boat. A cabin girl as durable as Ranma would bring a good price. Nami’s skill as a navigator and a weather forecaster on top of her possessing a cunt made her worth a lot to a serious pirate captain. Slavery might be illegal, but that was hardly something pirates would care about. Next to gold and hard currency nothing had more worth than fresh unspoiled females, both for their own use, and to sell to those with the money, and a dislike of the restrictions society put on what you could do to a free woman.

Nami didn’t understand Luffy, and she hated that. How could she manipulate him and assure her and Ranma’s safety if she didn’t understand what motivated him. He was outside of any frame of reference she possessed. He didn’t fit into any of her boxes, and fuck it, she was horny! Her last good hard screwing had been from that bastard Ryoga back when they had dealt with Buggy. She wasn’t used to going this long without a good hard fuck. Nami glanced in the direction Zoro had gone, and then mentally slapped herself. She did not fuck pirates voluntarily. The only way Zoro was going to get that huge fat dick in her twat was if he pinned her down and **** it in. Or, if she was trying to manipulate him in some way.

Nami’s futile speculation on how she could wiggle around her beliefs in order to get her itch scratched was interrupted by a sudden screech. It contained equal parts male completion, pain and outright terror. Nami jerked her head around and discovered that Ranma had snapped the chains holding her wrists and ankles together and that her legs were locked around Usopp’s waist with her heels dug into the small of his back as she experienced her own powerful release. She looked like she was on the verge of breaking Usopp’s back.

Nami sprang forward and gripped Ranma’s feet, trying to loosen her **** hold on Usopp. Luffy was of no help, he was busy laughing his ass off. Fortunately for Usopp, because there was no way Nami could have saved him, Ranma’s legs relaxed on their own as she came down from the cumulation of her most recent wild-ride. Her legs unwrapped and fell to the deck as she panted like a bellows.

Usopp, no fool, rolled away from the much smaller girl as if half-expecting her to resume her attempt to snap him in half. The revealed Ranma was splayed out and nearly comatose, no, strike that. She was dead to the world, a small sperm bubble inflating and deflating from her nose as she slept the sleep of the truly well fucked. In her sleep Ranma’s legs were spread wide and her distended twat was oozing cum. Nami fought down a feeling of envy as she took in the well contented expression on Ranma’s face.

“Your turn, Zoro,”Luffy called out to the first mate, who was sitting against the ship’s railing a few feet away. Luffy’s voice had the timber of someone determined to do the right thing, very much against his personal desires. The words came out of him like teeth being pulled and the smile on his face was as far from Luffy’s usual cheerful imbecility as it was possible to get.

“I’m good, captain,” Zoro said, waving Luffy ahead. “Enjoy yourself.”

“Heheheheheheh,” Luffy giggled. “Thanks for the meal,” he said as he stretched out his arms reaching for Ranma’s breasts with both hands.

Nami was just about to tell Luffy to back off and let Ranma sleep and recover, when the red-head’s hands flickered and she swatted away Luffy’s approaching fingers.

“Ouch!” Luffy exclaimed, snatching his hands back while shaking them to relieve the sting before putting both sets of fingers into his mouth to sooth them.

Zoro, who had been watching the scene indulgently, sat up straight, a look of surprise on his face.

Nami was amused, and impressed at Ranma’s sleeping reflexes. But Zoro’s reaction caused her to think a bit deeper, and her eyes widened as she realized what had caused Zoro’s surprise. Everything she had seen had led her to believe that Luffy was impervious to pain caused by blunt **** trauma, but somehow Ranma had hurt him with a casual swat. How?

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Ranma lay on her padded floor mat/futon, legs spread and one arm tossed out to the side while the other arm lay across her chest. There was a small smile on her face and every now and then her hips would twist as her ass clenched and her legs would kick slightly. In some ways she resembled a dog dreaming of chasing squirrels, but it was unlikely she was dreaming of furry rodents. Not unless she was way more twisted than she’d so far revealed.

A loud explosion caused the entire Going Merry to shudder slightly, but only caused Ranma to roll over on her side and pull the covers over her head. A second such explosion erased the goofy grin on Ranma’s face as she gave a huge yawn and sat up in bed, thrusting her arms out as far as they could do and twisting her back in a contortion that hurt just to look at. She blinked bleary eyes and idle scratched an itchy breast as she contemplated her surroundings while her mind re-booted.

A grin formed on Ranma’s face as she remembered the previous day? She didn’t know what she’d been so afraid of. It turned out that sex was the most fun you could have, full stop. She had never enjoyed an activity more, and that included pounding in the face of various assorted assholes that well deserved it. No wonder her pop had absolutely forbidden her, or rather him, to have sex before her guy side got married. She’d have been doing nothing else if she’d found out how much fun it was.

As for girl vs boy. Ranma had enjoyed fucking Nami, but if she were being honest there was a lot of pent up grudge against Nabiki getting released during that instance. She doubted fucking a girl would ever measure up to being a girl and getting fucked.

Mind you her partners likely had something to do with that. Zoro and Luffy were strong enough and durable enough that sex with them was a full contact sport, and while Usopp was a weakling, he had an imagination while his cock was big enough to reach that part deep inside Ranma had never known she had. Ranma’s experience was limited, to say the least, but she’d seen enough of what Buggy’s crew was packing to know that Usopp swung a lot bigger dick than any of them

Ranma grinned and wondered if she could talk Luffy into letting her audition future crew members, to make sure they measured up.

Speaking of which, Ranma realized that the voices floating down from the main deck included some she had not heard before. Had they reached port while she was sleeping? Curious about the male voice she rolled off her futon and onto her feet before heading up the short flight of steps to the deck, without bothering to throw on any clothing.

Ranma was disappointed when she got on deck. Rather than some new studs lining up to join the crew there were two sallow complexion yakuza wanna-bes, one of which was laying flat on the deck and looking like he was about to expire while Nami ripped open his shirt and examined his body. “Where the fuck are those limes!” she bellowed.

Even as Ranma took this in, Usopp popped out of the galley hatch, his hands full of limes, and his face frantic with guilt for some reason. Ranma noticed that Luffy was standing off to the side, shuffling from foot to foot and looking a bit guilty himself, an expression she’d never seen on his face before.

“Here, I got them. Just like you asked!” Usopp yelled at Nami. “Tell me he’s not going to die.”

“Shut up! Hold open his mouth!” Displaying remarkable grip strength, Nami squeezed the whole limes and crushed them in her hands allowing the juice to fall directly into the mouth Usopp was holding open. “I can’t believe it! Scurvy! What sort of idiot goes out to sea without any citrus preserves in this day and age!” Nami remarked as she tossed the squashed fruit aside. She felt the fallen thugs pulse and said, “That should do it. He should recover in a week or so as long as he gets rest and nutritious food, and more lime juice.”

The next second she was almost bowled over as the formerly comatose man jumped to his feet and began dancing with his friend. “Hurray, hurray. I’m not going to die,” he shouted, right before he stiffened and keeled over flat on his back.

“What the fuck did I just say!” Nami yelled as she popped the standing man rather than the seriously ill one who really deserved it. “Idiots!” she groaned as she turned away. She spotted Ranma and looked like she was about to say something when her face went still and she muttered. “No way. They couldn’t be that stupid! But to get scurvy?” She turned on her heel and dropped down beside the thug she had just treated. This time instead of examining his chest, she undid his belt and yanked his pants down around his thighs, revealing his private parts.

Ranma, newly fascinated by anything to do with that part of a male’s anatomy moved closer so she could see what was going on. She winced as she spotted what Nami had uncovered. The man’s cock was, well, average. Maybe five or six inches long. But his balls were as large as softballs, and a deep purple in color. It hurt Ranma just to look at them, and she didn’t even have any of her own at the moment.

“I fucking knew it!” Nami cursed. She turned to the still standing thug and ordered, “Drop you pants, idiot!”

Nami in this sort of mood was scary as fuck. Even if Ranma had not promised to obey her without restriction in return for being allowed to accompany her, she would have instantly obeyed that tone of voice. The thug clearly felt the same as he shucked his pants and revealed that his balls were nearly as swollen as his companions.

“And this is why you don’t go out of sight of land without a cabin girl!” Nami lectured in total disgust.

“You do him, Ranma. Get him as well soaked with your spit as you can.” Nami said, gesturing to the standing thug even as she lowered her head and sucked the tip of the comatose man’s dick into her mouth. She began to bob her head up and down, taking the man’s member in all the way to the balls as she focused on getting his dick as wet as possible.

Ranma wasn’t all that impressed by the two thugs, who it seemed were named Johnny and Yosaku to go by the background conversation. Both of their manly endowments were pedestrian compared to the Strawhat crew, but her mouth still watered in anticipation as she dropped to her knees in front of Johnny and gripped the base of his cock in her hand as she opened wide and engulfed him. As it turned out it wasn’t much of a treat. The taste of his dick, and pre-cum didn’t hold a candle to the three male members of the Strawhat pirates. Still, considering the source, it was a lot better tasting that Ranma would have guessed a few days ago. She’d have to avoid getting spoiled, Ranma thought. You couldn’t expect to eat filet mignon every day of the week. Sometimes you had to settle for a hamburger. Ranma began to slide her mouth up and down the thug’s dick while obeying Nami and focusing on getting it as spit covered as possible.

Behind Ranma Nami hastily pulled her mouth, and head, away from the cock she’d been sucking and gripped it firmly by the base while she aimed it off to the side. A moment later the thug’s hips jolted off the deck as he arched his back and erupted. A geyser of cum gushed out of the tip in one massive pulse, the thick gooey load flew ten feet to the rail of the ship, and then a good fifteen further than that, before arching down to splash into the sea.

Behind Nami the sound of Ranma sucking cock could be heard, “Guk, guk, guk, gyullpp,” Until it was cut off by a wet strangled sound as Ranma suddenly found herself ingesting a huge load of cum with no warning and beyond her capacity to swallow in one gulp. Sperm shot out past her lips and the cock she had been sucking, but also out her nose in two thick sprays that hit the belly of the man in front of her and splashed back into her face, covering it with a thick layer before the excess drained down and covered her tits. Ranma ended up on her hands and knees, gagging and spitting up what seemed like several pints of sperm. After several seconds she gave one last gag and straightened up on her knees while she wiped her eyes clear of sperm. She directed an annoyed look at an unrepentant Nami

“Sorry, you have to watch out for that. They tend to pop when they are that far gone.” Nami said in a deadpan voice, while Luffy and Usopp had hysterics in the background.

Nami paused for a few beats and then gave Johnny a scathing look. Of course in a few more hours they likely would have popped on their own, and not in a good way.” Johnny turned pale, and along with the rest of the males on the ship, including the still comatose Yosaku, covered his groin with a protective hand.