Not just yet. It's luffy's turn

“Get over here and suck our cocks, girl,” Johnny yelled at Ranma. She was on deck doing some stretching exercise, in the nude. She was hoping to goad Zoro into giving her a good hard ride. He was way better hung than Usopp on top of being far stronger. She expected she’d really feel the burn if she could just motivate him to let loose. It was just her luck that the two fools were the ones who rose to the bait. She glanced over at the two men, and saw how they were all but drooling as they looked at her. It struck her that the three guys she’d actually screwed looked at her like that. Usopp came the closest, but even in his eyes Ranma could tell that he saw her as a person. Johnny and Yosuka saw a relief station. Frankly she was surprised they hadn’t just grabbed hold of her and tried to shove it in.

“You’ll have to ask the captain. I’m the ship’s cabin girl. He decides who I screw,” Ranma replied in matter of fact voice as she bent over backward from a standing position and laid her palms on the deck. She then used her fingers to walk herself further into the **** back arch until she gripped her own ankles. It was a position she had been able to do before, but not without a lot more effort. She’s guessed earlier that she was a lot more flexible than she had been, and this confirmed it.

“Hey, captain!” Yosuka yelled up at where Luffy was perched on the top of the Merry’s mast. “Can we fuck your cabin girl?”

“Sure,” Luffy replied as he continued to scan the horizon for the floating restaurant that the two weak-ass bounty hunters had told them about. The place where Luffy hoped to find a good cook for his crew. The crisis with Yosuka’s scurvy, and Nami’s lecture had convinced him of the necessity of having someone to look after their nutritional needs. Ranma didn’t know about that, but she was all up for adding another man to the crew, and having one that could cook would just be gravy on top of steak.

“I only fuck strong guys,” Ranma yelled at Luffy as she pulled her head between her ankles, from behind and arched her head until the tip of her pigtail brushed against her own cunt. Yep, definitely more flexibility.

“Oh, then no,” Luffy said, instantly shooting down the two men, who had already unzipped and were waving their erections in Ranma’s direction.

Ranma was not exactly telling the truth. Having discovered the joys of sex she had no objection to casual sex with lots and lots of guys, but she had certain standards left over from her old life. If the men in question were the sort who were so weak she wouldn’t have bothered to fight them in her previous life, they weren’t worth fucking in this one. Unless it was a medical emergency, in which case the universal law of the sea concerning sailors in distress came into effect. As Nami had explained, it was actually a crime for a woman to deny service to a sailor on the point of popping his balls.

Mind you, if the two men had been as well hung as Usopp, Ranma might have reconsidered, but they weren’t and so she didn’t.

Ranma had guessed, and it looked like she was right, Luffy wouldn’t override her selection process. If he had! Well, she was currently the ship’s cabin girl. Nami had been firm that Luffy, as the captain, as good as owned Ranma’s body. If he told her to do it she’d suck and fuck Johnny and Yosuka until they couldn’t walk straight. But she’d lose a lot of her respect for him in the process. Right now she was doing her best to convince Nami that they might as well join Luffy’s crew for real. But if he had ordered her to fuck a couple of guys who weren’t worth it she’d have stopped doing that.

Letting out a long breath Ranma slowly reversed her folded stance until she was once again standing straight up. After that she lifted one leg while keeping the other one firmly planted and straight, until she could hook an ankle behind her head. Ranma held that position for a thirty count, and then repeated the process with the other leg. Behind her Johnny, or maybe Yosuka, let out a low moan. She grinned. Cock teasing in this new world was just as much fun as it had been in her old one. The only difference was that she no longer worried about pushing a guy, or guys, too far and getting her ass ****. Rather than something to be feared, it was a perk. As far as she was concerned, she wasn’t teasing the guys, so much as showing them what they could have if they were willing to do the work to get it. Technically she wasn’t sure if she could be ****. The way she felt about sex, and fighthing, if a guy was strong enough to **** her, he was the sort of guy she wanted to fuck.

Clearly Johnny and Yosuka didn't fall into that category because with a few looks of longing and resentment, they retreated around the side of the ship and out of sight of Ranma and her unattainable body.

Ranma returned her foot to the deck and twisted her head from one side to the other to release the tension in her neck. As she did she spotted Zoro looking at her. There wasn’t any lechery in his gaze, or really much emotion at all. He just looked.

Zoro for sure fell into the category of a guy who could call Ranma on her cock-teasing, and make it stick. She felt a jolt of sensation between her legs as she remembered he still hadn’t fucked her with his forth sword. She felt her cheeks heat, and she was embarrassed to find she actually felt a little bit of shame at teasing Zoro’s friends. For a moment she considered giving the two a blowjob after all, just to make it up to them.

Before the red-head could decide if she should be nicer to Zoro’s friends, her thoughts were interrupted by her captain’s voice.

“Ranma!” Luffy yelled from the mast. Ranma flinched, thinking the captain was about to lay into her for teasing the poor saps, but instead she blinked as he stretched out an arm from seventy-five feet overhead and held out his hand to her. Without really thinking about it, Ranma reached out and took hold of the offered hand.

“See if you can spot the restaurant,” Luffy said, and Ranma suddenly found herself dragged upward, and past Luffy at an ever increasing speed. When he released her she continued to fly upward, rising a good two thousand feet above the Merry.

Ranma felt exhilarated. Her hair fluttering in the breeze, the caress of the air against her slightly sweaty skin, a temporary vacation from gravity. What a rush. This put the best thrill ride she’d ever been on to shame. She was so busy enjoying the trip she almost forgot why she was on it. She scanned the horizon and spotted an object in the distance that had to be the floating restaurant they were looking for. She couldn’t imagine anyone would build a ship that looked like that for any other reason.

All good things had to come to an end, however. Ranma’s upward momentum bled off and she began her descent back to the ship. “Damn, can’t just land on the ship, I’ll go right through it,” Ranma muttered to herself. At first she figured she’d angle to the side and dive into the sea. But, then she remembered how she’d kicked against the air when she’d first arrived and tried that trick again, only this time kicking straight down as fast as she could, and was rewarded by feeling a slight jolt as if she’d kicked against something soft, like a firm pillow. Her acceleration downward slowed, and she grinned at this expansion of her skill set.

The small girl flattened her body out while spreading her arms and legs in order to reduce her terminal velocity to the minimum. In this position and using nothing else she’d have been able land safely on firm ground. But, as she’d noted earlier she’d go right though the Merry from deck to keel if she tried. But this would keep her falling speed to a minimum until she was close enough to use her kicks to slow down. She didn’t dare use her kicks for the entire distance. She remembered very well how she’d cramped up on her first day here and had fallen short of Nami’s boat. If Nami had risked her own life to save her she’d have died for sure. Beside’s she’d only finished half the job Luffy had sent her up here to do.

Using her body like a weathervane Ranma pointed her arms out straight at where the distant restaurant was, and then spread her legs to make an arrow shape. The rush of wind past her slightly spread labia was just icing on the cake.

Nami had clearly been watching because Ranma saw the Merry shift course slightly until it was pointing in the same direction as Ranma. At the same time a large tan object appeared right in the middle of Ranma’s proposed landing site. Her first reaction was to curse, but then she realized that the bizarre object was an inflated Luffy, the straw hat was a dead give away. It seemed that Luffy had not tossed her a half-mile into the air without a game plan. For a moment Ranma’s ego warred with her inner child. She wanted to do the cool nauchlant land and walk away. But, bouncy house Luffy was just too tempting. Ranma switched over to pile driver mode and aimed right for the middle of Luffy’s inflated belly.

“Geronimo!” Ranma screamed as she impacted Luffy’s swollen body and it collapsed under her, robbing her of all momentum. That had been within Ranma’s expectation, next should have come the bouncing part of the mix, instead Luffy’s body deflated fully, leaving her sprawled on top of her nude captain, his erection poking between her thighs. Giving her a grin he gripped her wrists firmly in his hands as he rolled over and she ended up pinned underneath him, her legs **** apart by Luffy’s limbs.

Luffy’s grin widened as he looked down at her from under the brim of his ever present hat and asked, “Who do you like better. Evil pirate Luffy, or me?” He shifted his hips and ground the back of his erection between the lips of her sex.

Ranma smirked back as she hunched her hips at him. “Evil Pirate Luffy of course. He’d already be fucking me and not wasting time asking silly questions.”

Luffy blew a raspberry in her face, and then said, “Okay, before releasing one of her wrists long enough to take his hat off and hang it on a nearby belaying pin.

Ranma punched him in the face with her free hand, of course. The conventions had to be followed and that was what a girl in her position would do to evil pirates in order to show her undying defiance.

If it had been Johnny, Ranma’s punch would have broken his jaw. As it was, all it did was collapse the side of Luffy’s face for a second, before the flesh bounced back leaving not even a mark behind to indicate she’d hit him.

Luffy gave his familiar hissing laugh, right before he landed a counter-blow right on the tip of her chin, hard enough to snap her head to the side and ring her bells. While she was shaking that off he grabbed her free hand and pinned it back down on the deck.

Ranma ran her tongue over her lips, half-way expecting to taste blood, but there was nothing. Luffy’s rubber fist must have spread out the **** enough to keep from splitting her lip against her own teeth. Ranma gave Luffy a defiant look, and contemplated spitting in his face, but decided that was a bit over the line. She did lift her foot and from flat on her back kicked him in the back of his head, causing it to jolt forward and press their faces against each other.

Ranma’s eyes widened as she felt Luffy’s lips press against hers, and her heart gave a huge lurch in her chest as she felt his tongue exploring her mouth. She blanked for a minute, her mind trying to process both the sensation, and the emotions it stirred in her. She’d sucked Luffy’s cock for kami’s sake. Why did this feel way more intimate? And why was she more focused on the feel of Luffy’s tongue as it slipped into her mouth than the fact the fat head of his cock was pressing between her lower set of lips while seeking entry into her cunt.

Ranma tried to twist her head to the side, but Luffy followed her motion as he kept her arms pinned to the ground and his chest pressed down hard on her torso, compressing her tits and holding her firmly in place as his hips shifted until he could thrust forward and spear her on his cock. Ranma gasped into Luffy’s mouth as she felt the now familiar presence of a man’s cock pushing into her body. Well, not all that familiar. The only guy who had actually fucked her up till now had been Usopp, and he certainly hadn’t caused this confusing cascade of emotions by doing it.

Ranma shifted, intending to drive her toes into the back of Luffy’s neck, but he shifted his legs, half curling them over top and around her lower limbs and pinning them in place as he continued to rock on top of her, sliding more and more of his cock into her cunt.

Ranma felt the familiar heat between her legs as she reacted to Luffy’s presence inside her body. She pushed against Luffy with all her might, but his elastic body simply gave way before her and then snapped right back when she retreated. It was like wrestling with a rubber inner-tube.

Adrenaline rushed through Ranma’s body as Luffy’s elastic captivity allowed her to let loose with everything she had, while at the same time not putting her in any danger of actually avoiding a good fucking. It had been a bit frustrating having to hold back so much when Usopp had shackled her the day before. That was not a worry here. She wasn’t ready to concede that Luffy could beat her in a fight, but once it turned into a grappling match it was game over for her, thank goodness. Ranma would never have imagined back in her old world that she’d look forward to losing a fight so much. But the tongue exploring her mouth added an element that made everything seem more real, more important. Luffy wasn’t just fucking her, he was claiming her in a way far more intimate, to her anyway. She had no idea if it meant anything to him at all.

Ranma tried to ignore the kiss, and focus on the fucking. Telling herself that it was the best of both worlds. Ranma got to push her body to the limit of her martial skills, with sex as the cherry on top. Ranma gasped, and bit down on Luffy’s tongue as her flesh was **** to spread under Luffy’s **** and several more inches of his slender cock pushed into her body.

Her experience with Usopp had taught Ranma that there were places deep inside her cunt where a touch could blow her mind, it felt so good. Unfortunately Luffy was not long enough to reach them. Ranma, however, remembered how Luffy had swollen up in her mouth to the point where she was afraid her jaw would break. She had high hopes that she was about to experience something similar between her legs, and hopefully discover another secret sweet spot in the process. Ranma’s expectation was not unreasonable. Every sexual encounter she’d had up to this point had taught her something new about her body. Eventually she would there would be no more secrets to discover, but she wasn’t going to accept that without lots of experimentation to prove that this was the case.

Luffy’s cock started to pulse and move inside Ranma as it started to swell, just like it had when she’d blown him. She was soon rewarded by feeling her channel being **** open to the point that the pressure caused her entire pelvis to ache as her sensitivity shot through the roof. Ranma writhed as best she could, trying to add a bit of her own motion to the process, but Luffy’s limbs had her locked down tight. The only reason he was able to slip in and out of her was because his cock was damn near prehensile.

The feeling of being well stretched was welcome, but Ranma still craved that deep penetration that hit her buttons. Maybe if he penetrated her deep enough she’d be able to ignore the way his kiss was fucking with her mind. She was so pleased when she felt the end of Luffy’s cock probing deeper into her depths she didn’t stop to consider the implications, she just twisted her hips as best she could to maximize the pleasure while trying to move all her focus to the lips between her legs and not the ones on her face.

A familiar pain, deep in her cunt made itself known as the end of Luffy’s cock met the first of the barriers Luffy had discovered with his tongue the day before. Knowing that there was a way through, Luffy didn’t hesitate and **** himself through the sphincter barring his way into Ranma’s depth.

Ranma felt the same flash of pain she’d experienced with Usopp, and her pelvis clenched because she knew it was going to be followed by something really good. Sure enough, Ranma felt the now familiar wash of sensation that had rendered her comatose the first time it had happened. She was so lost in the sheer pleasure of the experience that she totally missed that her strength was suddenly cut to a tenth of it’s normal amount. It was as if there was a switch somewhere in the middle of her body that controlled her ability to focus her battle aura, or as it was called here, armament haki.

When you were four foot ten inches tall, and were only within spitting distance of 100 pounds due to being mostly pure muscle, you were dependent on involuntary armament haki to level the playing field. All the strong fighters that exceeded the limitations of normal people had some level of this ability, some more than others, and some, like Ranma, a lot more. But for whatever reason it seemed that deep penetration interfered with the flow of energy. Or more like it was diverted to other channels, such as the ones that were currently making Ranma feel like she was on the best **** ever as several orgasms wracked her body.

When Ranma had been fucking Usopp the same thing had happened, but because Usopp was pumping in and out of her as fast as he could, her on/off switch was being toggled so fast that she never noticed. And now Luffy already had her so constrained that she barely noticed the difference. On some level Luffy must have, however, because he loosened his grip on her. Or maybe he just figured that playtime was over and it was time to get down to some serious fucking. His hips rose somewhat tentatively, drawing a few inches of his shaft out of Ranma’s distended cunt, and then shoving it all back in, plus a few more inches as his cock continued to grow inside her body.

Ranma whimpered as she was overloaded with pleasure to the point where it was painful, not that she would have dreamed of asking Luffy to take it easier on her poor abused twat. He did finally release his deep kiss, allowing her to gasp and groan as he tucked a shoulder under her chin and lay his head alongside hers as he both cradled and pinned her torso in place with his arms.

Ranma’s whimpers turned to groans as Luffy ventured deeper into her undiscovered territory than Usopp ever had. She bit down hard on his shoulder as tears streamed down her cheeks while her nails clawed at his back as best they could. Luffy was really lucky he’d inadvertently nerfed his cabin girl, or even his rubbery hide might have had a hard time holding up to the by-products of her passion, and it had only just started.

Ranma would never admit that there was such a thing as too much of a good thing, well there was that time she happened to be in an ice-cream parlor when the power went out and the owner offered an all you can eat one-time special, but while that had left her looking six months pregnant and barely able to walk, it wasn’t even close to what it felt like to feel Luffy’s cock advancing deeper and deeper into her body. She was ready to swear that the end of his dick was level with the bottom of her breasts.

Female bodies are freaky, Ranma thought in her total ignorance of reality. Luffy was no better. He found nothing strange about being able to slide fourteen inches of cock into Ranma.

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Zoro on the other hand was very familiar with the limited capacity of a small female to take inhuman amounts of cock. By all rights a girl Ranma’s size should have at best been able to manage five inches, maybe six. It was why he had only used her mouth the day before and why he had passed on his turn the day before to a second round with Ranma. Now he watched as she took whatever Luffy was currently sporting with, if not ease, without any sign of serious physical trauma. He sat against the rail and watched his captain ream out the new cabin girl while he slowly pumped his hand up and down his own thick thirteen inches and for the first time in a very long time contemplated that he might be able to get balls deep in a female who wasn’t a few feet taller than he was.

Zoro took a casual look around. Johnny and Yosuka had made themselves scarce after being shot down. Nami was steering the ship, and Usopp was down in the galley trying to make something edible. Zoro was the only witness. He eased to his feet and headed for the tiller room. The witch needed to be given a heads up, or her little pet was going to vanish in the night sometime in the future. There were some very powerful men out there, on both sides of the law, who would be very interested in a girl as talented as Ranma was.

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Luffy had been a rubber man from the time he was around six. and as young boys will do he had played with the convenient toy nature had provided him with a fair bit but his ability let him do a whole lot more than see how far he could wizz, if he could kill a bug with his stream, or if he could write his name in the dirt with it. By the time he was old enough to know what his cock was good for besides having a wicked wizz he could cause it to do all sorts of tricks just by thinking about it, as Ranma had learned the day before. But he was reaching the limit of how far he could control his cock with purely mental manipulation. If he wanted to get even deeper into Ranma he was going to have to simulate the beast and use the friction of Ranma’s sheath to stretch himself to an even greater length than he was currently sporting.

He lifted his hips and slipped a good ten inches of wrist thick cock out of Ranma’s distended twat, before slamming it back home again. A small narrow bulge formed on Ranma’s flat stomach that corresponded to the thick cock inside her, that retreated as Luffy drew out twelve inches with the next stroke. The bulge in Ranma’s belly advanced an inch so further and dove under her breast bone.

Ranma tried to wrap her legs around Luffy’s hips as she’d done with Usopp, but the length of his strokes were too long for her short legs to compensate for and still allow him to slide so much wonderful shaft in and out of her bucking body. She settled for splaying them out to the side and digging her heels into the deck so she could hunch her groin up at Luffy as his heavy balls began to slap her ass like a metronome, each inward thrust sending just a little more cock into Ranma.

“Huh, huh, huh,” Ranma grunted as Luffy owned her body. His cock was going deeper and deeper with each thrust. And the deeper he went, the better it felt, something she would have said was impossible. She felt pressure high up in her chest followed by a sharp sense of discomfort as the last barrier was breached and Luffy pushed into Ranma’s throat from the wrong side.

“Guk, guk, guk, guk” Ranma coughed as Luffy’s cock triggered her gag reflex, but the same barrier that had parted to allow Luffy’s dick entrance had sealed off her stomach. There was no danger of her vomiting, instead her gagging and **** massaged the tip of Luffy’s dick, drawing a groan from the rubber man and encouraging him to increase the **** of his thrusts. Ranma’s narrow neck swelled and contracted from the internal pressure and the girl twisted and bucked under Luffy to the best of ability given her reduced strength and the extra stiffener her body had suddenly been supplied with. As hard as Luffy was he was a lot less flexible than Ranma’s spine and it showed in the rather rigid posture of Ranma’s torso as Luffy railed her out. She was like a rag doll with a stick shoved all the way through to give it’s shape some stiffness.

With a gasp Luffy reared back and unloaded, his cum flooding up Ranma’s throat and filling her mouth to its limits before vomiting out her mouth and nose as she sprayed the deck with Luffy’s sperm, at the same time she experienced the most powerful orgasm yet and her eyes fluttered as she fought to keep from blacking out from sheer sensory overload.

Luffy’s cock, still spewing cum retracted down Ranma’s throat, The sphincter in her chest closed and she was able to start swallowing what was left in her mouth, while enjoying the taste. In the meantime Luffy still had enough left in his tanks to pump several pints directly into her torso, where almost instantly it began to be slowly absorbed by the flexible walls.

Luffy and Ranma lay intertwined on the deck, both of them gasping for breath, and both sporting silly grins. But their cool-down period was cut short when Johnny called out from the bow of the ship. “There it is. Seagoing restaurant, the Baratie. Home of the toughest sea cooks in the east blue.”

“Yes! Time to get our cook!” Luffy cheered as she sprang to his feet, oblivious to his flopping cock that was still drooling cum. Ranma would have liked to have basked in the afterglow a bit, but her rumbling stomach reminded her that she had a serious vested interest in them landing a good cook. She joined Luffy by the rail, wiping cum off her face with a movement she was getting way too much practice at.

She found herself staring across a small channel of water at a ship much larger than her own, painted white and blue and sporting a large number of uniformed sailors. She blinked and shifted her gaze a bit and saw the floating restaurant they were both sailing toward. A huge barge like vessel that had been built in the shape of a fish. It looked as sea-worthy as a wooden raft, but what did she know.

As both Ranma and Luffy contemplated a good meal, an arrogant voice yelled across the narrow channel of water that separated them from the blue and white vessel. “Who are you pirate scum!”

[I am thinking about doing a fusion between Ukyou and Sanji. Looks like Ukyou, but is passing as a male, with Sanji's background. In many ways they share the same personality cook-wise. This version would be a hard core lesbian with a desire to protect all the lovelies of the world from the foul touch of men, saving them all for herself.] opinions?