Nah! Food is more important

{I'm trying the option to insert images. I won't go overboard on future chapters like this. but I'll try to give readers a look at new characters going forward if this works out.}

“Oh, god! I’ve never tasted anything so good! You’re the best, big brother,” the small red-head exclaimed in rhapsody as she tucked into a bowl of custard and glazed fruit half the size of her head.

“Nothing is too good for a pair of beautiful women such as yourselves,” Sanji, the big brother in Ranma’s statement said as he slid a slightly smaller bowl in front of Nami.

Nami looked worried. “Oh, you’re so kind, big brother. But I don’t think we can afford these.”

“Then consider it free. I would never dream of depriving such lovely girls of a treat for something so petty as a lack of funds,’ Sanji assured Nami.

"You're my favorite, Big Brother!" Nami gushed unashamedly.

Sanji was the head-assistant cook of the Baratie, but was waiting tables because the waitstaff had abandoned the restaurant due to the constant, near daily, brawls with assorted pirate crew. As tall as Zoro, but with a slim build and shaggy blonde hair that drooped over one eye. His most eye-catching features were the swirl spiral eyebrow over his one visible eye, and the carefully groomed goatee that made him look slightly fey.

“Um, we’re still waiting for ours,” Usopp said with a disgruntled expression, earning himself a scathing look from the black suit wearing chef who was serving their meal. A plate with a tiny slice of cheesecake clattered onto the table in front of him.

“I hope you can pay. Baratia takes a dim view of dine and dashers,” The blonde chef said in a scathing tone as he ran his eyes over Usopp’s pedestrian garb.

“Another!” Ranma demanded, as she stared up as Sanji with her fists tucked under her chin. The naturalist look Ranma had grown used to on the Going Merry wasn't suitable, to say the least, for a public restaurant, so Nami had **** her into some of her own clothing she had modified to fit.

“Save some room!” Zoro growled. “You’re going to need it for later. When I fill your belly with cum.” Normally such a statement would have earned him a challenging look from Ranma, daring him to back up his words, but she didn’t even glance his way. She was too busy giving Sanji a begging look as she held out the bowl she had just licked clean as if she were on the verge of starvation.

Zoro’s right hand curled tightly around the beer glass he was holding. Just a tiny bit more pressure and it would shatter, sending shards everywhere. He had a lovely mental image of himself shoving the jagged base into the cook’s smarmy face. Ranma was the Strawhat’s cabin girl, for fuck’s sake. What the fuck was she doing sucking up to this shitty, pretty boy, cook? From the look of him he spent more time sucking dick than getting it sucked. If ever there was a man who fit into the small percentage of males whose saliva could induce orgasm in another man, it was him.

It wasn’t that Zoro was jealous. He didn’t do jealousy, but he expected a certain amount of dignity from his crewmates, and right now Ranma was acting with all the dignity of a two berrie whore. She might be a slut, but she was their slut. If she had to look at a guy with that expression it should be one of her own crewmates, not some waiter with delusions of manhood.

Sanji sent Zoro a dismissive look, that held more than a bit of a challenge. “Ignore him, fair lady. I will happily fill your belly with all the goodness you could ever desire. You have no need to rely on the pathetic teaspoon of foul tainted sperm that no doubt is the best he can manage.”

As he spoke Sanji slid another bowl of dessert in front of Ranma, who ignored Zoro while she directed a dewy eyed expression of gratitude toward Sanji, for all of a half-second before she all but dived face-first into the bowl.

“Shut it, shitty cook! Where’s my fucking steak.”

Sanji slid a plate in front of Zoro, with a huge sausage taking up most of it. “Steak? You look more like a sausage eater to me,” he said to Zoro with a quirk of his weirdly shaped eyebrow as he leaned in till there were only inches between the two of them.

“More!” Ranma said, shoving her empty bowl up between Sanji and Zoro’s faces.

Zoro glared at the small redhead, but then he caught a challenging glint in her eye. The little bitch had been playing him. “Fine. If that’s the way you want it, that’s the way you’ll get it,” he growled. Zoro reached out and took firm hold of Ranma’s pig-tail and bodily dragged her away from the table, and toward the exit.

Ranma grabbed hold of Zoro’s hand and made a good show of trying to free herself, while sputtering protests, but that was all it was, a show. He’d seen her in action enough times to know if she really wanted to get loose from him she had far more effective means than trying to pry his fingers open.

“Let her go,” Sanji growled, putting himself between Zoro and the doorway.

Things might have gotten dicy, but the head-chef, and owner, chose that moment to deliver a powerful kick with his peg-leg that sent Sanji flying through the air toward the kitchen. “Fooling around with women again brat. Troll for blowjobs on your own time.”

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“Darn it, Zoro! I wasn’t full!” Ranma bitched as Zoro dragged her on board the Merry and into the cabin the men used. It was slightly larger than the one that Nami and Ranma shared, but was still cramped. It didn’t stink as bad as Ranma had expected, but then they’d only been using it for a few days.

The small girl only noted this in passing. She was far more focused on Zoro’s behavior, and what it entailed for her. She hadn’t been acting in the restaurant. Well, not much. Sanji’s cooking was out of this world, but to be honest when she’d seen how Zoro had reacted to Nami and her sucking up to the cook she had started to stir the pot. She was more than pleased with the result. Even if it turned out that Sanji had a pencil dick, Luffy just had to add him to the crew. His cooking would keep Luffy happy, and herself come to that. But, Ranma shivered in delight at the thought of how she could benefit from playing him and Zoro off against each other if Zoro’s present behavior was anything to go by.

Thanks to her shit-stain of a father, Ranma had a rather unfortunate relationship with pain. She equated it with affection. Luckily for the girls Ranma was fond of her attitude toward it centered on receiving, not giving. None the less, it had destroyed whatever relationship she might have had with her fiance, Akane. Seeking reassurance that the girl actually liked her, Ranma could not stop herself from goading the girl into ****. She hadn’t even been aware of what she was doing for a very long time, and by then it was too late to fix the damage. The result had made both her and Akane miserable. But that wasn’t going to be the case with Zoro. Ranma sensed a kindred spirit, of sorts, in the swordsman. If he was anything like her guy side she was willing to bet that he was clumsy at expressing his affection and she would further bet that he tended to fight with females he was attracted to.

“Your belly's not full? Lets see if I can fix that!” Zoro growled as he **** Ranma to her knees and pulled out his cock. Ranma’s eyes gleamed in appreciation at Zoro's bitch breaker. She’d know she’d been fucked after he used that thing on her. The angry swordsman slapped Ranma across the face a few times with the end of his engorged manhood, leaving behind snail trails of pre-cum. Having marked his territory, Zoro presented the drooling tip of his dick to Ranma’s mouth.

In what looked like a nervous gesture, Ranma’s small pink tongue darted out and tried a sample.Taste wise it wasn’t in the same category as Samki’s cooking, but the implications it presented were just as tasty in their own right. Ranma glared up at the man looming high above her, tight lipped, for a few seconds. Then displaying what she hoped was a proper level of ****, she opened her mouth and engulfed the tip of Zoro’s cock. Her eyes stared up at him with a challenge to do his worst as she ran her tongue around the circumference of the bulbous head. Her face was slightly distorted due to Zoro’s girth, but to him she knew she still looked hot as fuck with the way his cock stretching her lips into an oval. At least she didn’t have to pretend there. His girth really did strain her jaw and lips.

Zoro flexed his pelvis, causing his cock to shift in Ranma’s mouth as her head bobbed up and down in short strokes as she slid her lips back and forth a couple of inches at a time while sucking hard. The urge to swallow him down was overwhelming. She ached with the desire to feel him filling her throat like it had the only other time she’d been with him. But that would defeat the whole purpose of working him up into this sort of state. She wanted him to brutalize her. So, in order to give the green-haired man more motivation she stuck to tentative licks and teasing touches.

Zoro clearly enjoyed the feeling of Ranma’s mouth engulfing him, but she could see that after the way she’d played him in front of Sanji he wasn’t after a little relief. He wanted to discipline her. She felt a familiar heat between her legs at the thought. When Zoro cupped the back of her head with a broad hand she swallowed nervously even as she tingled in anticipation. No matter how much she wanted this, there was no getting around the sheer size of his manhood. No matter how freaky her girl body now was, or what coming to this world had done to it, there was no way what was coming was going to be anything but painful. Her pelvis clenched as that thought increased her arousal.

Zoro used his hand to pull Ranma’s head forward, bumping the fat tip of his dick against the back of her throat as he did so. Ranma's throat spasmed slightly as she gagged. Ranma looked up into Zoro’s face through eyes slightly blurry from stress tears. Despite her fogged vision she could clearly see the command in Zoro’s gaze ordering her to stop with the kiddy games and to start sucking him seriously, or else. Ranma narrowed her own eyes at him in refusal, and called his bluff by continuing to tentatively suck on his dick in a teasing manner designed to drive a man much milder in temperament than Zoro crazy.

As Ranma had hoped Zoro wasn’t bluffing.

The swordsman dug his calloused fingers into Ranma’s hair, getting a real good grip on her pigtail as he **** her head forward, her scalp stung from the way he pulled on her hair. She didn’t even try to suppress her reaction and gagged theatrically as his cock **** itself into the top of her throat. Her hands slapped against his thighs as she tried to push herself back and away from him. Excitement filled her as she felt his strength resisting her own and she realized that he could overpower her easily in terms of pure strength. At least as long as she didn’t boost her power level by channeling her internal energy. She was enjoying the feeling of being overpowered and **** far too much for that to even occur to her, however.

Zoro was relentless as he continued to **** his thick cock forward until Ranma felt her throat convulsing around his glans as her body tried to reject the object that was on the verge of **** her. The bastard paused, and just held her in place as he stared down into her eyes with that bored expression of his. She tried to give an equally disinterested glare in return, but the tears trickling out of the corner of her eyes sort of spoiled the effect. She blinked, clearing her vision. Her eyes rolled in their sockets as she shifted her gaze away from Zoro’s face to his muscular abdomen, and the cock that jutted out of his groin. Ranma’s eyes crossed slightly as she took in the eight or so inches of wrist thick cock that was still outside her lips. If her Zoro’s girth had allowed it Ranma would have been openly drooling in anticipation. As it was her throat worked constantly as she swallowed down a mixture of her own saliva and Zoro’s pre-cum.

Using Ranma’s hair as a handle Zoro began to masturbate himself with her mouth, pulling her off and onto his cock over and over again, his bicep flexing as he fought against her resistance to being skull fucked. He was ruthless and without mercy. Ranma had a suspicion that after the display she’d put on with Luffy the other day he had figured out what she was starting to suspect, that she was some sort of ability user. As Luffy demonstrated daily, the normal limits of the human body didn’t apply to ability users. What rules did apply to her Ranma was still figuring out. But she already knew that being **** to swallow over twelve inches of wrist thick dick was not going to do her any lasting harm, and the discomfort was a perk, not a liability as far as she was concerned.

Ranma pushed against Zoro’s thighs with the flat of her hands, and pounded him with her fists, while being very careful to not accidentally hit his heavy swinging balls. The last thing she wanted was to disable his food factories.

The tears streaming down Ranma’s cheeks increased as the stress of accommodating Zoro’s cock increased the deeper he pushed down her narrow throat. Ranma kept her hands flat against his thighs, no longer trusting herself to accurately flail wildly given that she was almost blind from the tears flooding her eyes. She could feel her throat swelling and could imagine what it would look like to an outside observer. Moisture trickled down her inner thighs, cooling in the air even as her core became even more heated.

Each inward thrust from Zoro causes Ranma to gag and **** as his shaft blocked her airways and then opened them up, bubbles made of saliva and pre-cum begin to pop up around the circumference of Zoro’s cock as she heard herself making “Guck, guck, guck, guck!” sounds.

Accompanied by a sigh of accomplishment from Zoro, Ranma felt the first mate’s balls come to rest on her sperm covered chin, his entire thirteen plus inches imbedded in her mouth and throat. Silent gags massaged his glans as her flesh spasmed around him as she tried to draw air into her blocked airwaves. Waves of sensation sent jolts of pleasure straight to his balls as she pushed back futilely against the hand holding her firmly in place. Despite Ranma's ability to hold her breath for upwards of ten minutes, her efforts to breath eventually changed from theatrical to realistic and she started to wonder if she was going to have to spoil the fun by getting serious, or let Zoro **** her out for real. The later was tempting as fuck, to tell the truth. But as much as imagining what Zoro might do to her **** body was a turn on, she knew the reality was likely more along the lines of him feeling guilty and getting all solicitous. She’d likely wake up with him giving her the breath of life and declining to **** her any further. Fortunately, Zoro seemed able to sense when her efforts to escape became truly frantic. Just as her vision began to narrow from lack of air he began easing himself out of her throat. It was to his credit, in Ranma’s opinion, that he drew out the process while she became more and more **** for enough of his girth to be removed to allow her to draw a breath. When he finally pulled enough of his cock out of her throat to let her breath she inhaled great gusts of air through her nose, while blowing gusts of stale, spunk scented air against his belly. Her hands slipped from Zoro’s thighs and plunged between her own thighs as she frantically stroked herself. She didn’t want to waste the high almost suffocating had caused, and she was rewarded with an orgasm almost as soon as her fingers plunged into her cunt and her thumbs flattened her clit between themselves.

Zoro left a good chunk of his cock inside Ranma’s mouth and the top of her throat as she refilled her lungs and replenished her reserves of oxygen. Any worry Ranma might have had that he might have been scared mild by her near strangulation was removed when he said. “So much for the stretches, time for the real workout,” Ranma’s eyes widened and she tried to shake her head in denial, even as the motion of her fingers between her legs increased.

The first mate was ruthless. He shoved his hips forward while taking hold of Ranma’s head between both of his hands and dragged her face toward his groin. Ranma let out a strangled exclamation that was quickly cut off as Zoro buried himself to the roots in one smooth thrust and bounced his balls off her chin.

“Huck, huck, huck, huck!” Ranma gag/choked as Zoro’s cock sawed in and out of her mouth, her head rocking back and forth as he used her throat as a cock-socket. His motion became quicker and more brutal and Ranma’s own pleasure spiked as she realized he was about to feed the kitty. With a grunt, Zoro clamped his hands around Ranma’s head and held her firmly in place while his balls emptied a huge load directly into her belly. She felt a sensation of warmth in her stomach as his load pooled on top of Sangi’s desert. A perfect topping. A detached part of Ranma’s mind, whose thoughts were never far from food, idly wondered how sperm would work as a condiment.

With a sigh of completion, Zoro relaxed and eased his cock out of Ranma’s throat, one gooey inch at a time. Ranma felt him pulling out and sucked frantically in order to not miss a single drop of his seed. A few last minute spurts splashed against her face as he pulled free of her mouth and his semi-erect cock flopped downward as Ranma slumped on her knees, her hands working between her legs and her body shuddering with her own release.

“You enjoyed that far too much,” Zoro said in a stern voice. “Guess I’ll have to try some other form of discipline.” He gave a sigh as if the thought of further disciplining Ranma was a chore. The way his cock lurched back to full attention offered a different opinion as to his attitude toward punishing the little red-head thoroughly.