Not because she's into that sort of thing.

Nami really, really, wanted to get blind stinking drunk. Unfortunately she was the only one onboard the Going Merry who could forecast upcoming storms and navigate them to a port before they ran out of water and food.

She had started down this path when Luffy and Ranma had begun to discuss the fact that neither one of them pooped. The sheer immaturity of the discussion had hurt her brain. But it had revealed that Luffy had in fact not, evacuated his bowels since he ate his devil fruit.

Nami refused to use the word poop, even in her own mind.

Ranma on the other hand had not done so since the day Nami pulled her out of the ocean, over a month previously.

That had led Sanji, Usopp and Zoro to compare notes and roughly calculate that at the victory party Ranma had eaten at least half her body weight, if not more, in food. Luffy on the other hand had consumed several times his own body weight in a six hour period. A sheer impossibility. That was interesting. But, the discussion on what happened to the contents of their bowels was not. It contained numerous scatlogical jokes on a level you might expect in a grade school and left Nami feeling like a kindergarten teacher riding herd on a bunch of dirty-minded little boys, and she included Ranma in that description.

It was a great relief when Usopp suggested that maybe Ranma had similar abilities to Luffy and that was why neither one of them excreted. That was because they dumped the whole not taking a dump topic and began to test if Ranma’s limbs would stretch in the same manner as Luffy's, if encouraged. They didn’t. Not even after Ranma gripped the Merry’s rail while Luffy grabbed her ankles and pulled as hard as he could. Ranma’s limbs didn’t stretch, but the rail broke, which earned Luffy and Ranma another knot on the head courtesy of Nami.

It was clear that unlike Luffy, Ranma clearly had a skeletal structure that was inflexible where you would expect it to be, such as between the ankle and the knee, or the knee and the hip.

On the other hand there didn’t seem to be any limit to how far her actual joints could bend.

Things went south again, as far as Nami was concerned, when Ranma folded a leg up along her torso and slipped it under her armpit until she could touch the back of her head with her own toes. She tried to duplicate the process with her other leg, but could not quite do it, until Luffy helped her bend the last little bit so she ended up with both feet tucked behind her head, and her hands clasped behind her back.

That wasn’t the worst part, though it was disquieting seeing Ranma folded up like a bit or origami. The worst part was when Luffy sat down with his back to the mast, and his erection jutting out from his groin six or seven inches. He had lifted up Ranma’s folded body and impaled her on his cock, wrapping his arms around her while taking a good firm grip on her tits as he pulled her back against her chest. Then he had just sat there doing nothing while Ranma wiggled on his lap the best she could given how twisted up her body was. At first Nami wasn’t sure what Luffy was trying to prove, until she saw a narrow bulge move up Ranma’s belly until it disappeared under her breast bone, and then reappeared where her neck met her collar bone. It was like a shipwreck, Nami couldn’t bring herself to look away as Ranma was **** to tip her head back till she was staring straight up at the sky. Ranma began to gag as her mouth opened wide and Nami clenched her thighs tight together in a defensive reaction as the head of Luffy’s cock **** its way out from between Ranma’s lip and continued to grow until the pre-cum drooling tip was a good four inches outside her body like some obscene slimy mushroom.

That was all Nami could take. She spun so her back was to the pair. “Enough, suck it back in!” Only after she heard Ranma gagging again, and then drawing a deep breath did Nami turn back around, to see Luffy and Ranma both giving her shit eating grins. Her ass clenched around the plug filling her when she noticed that Ranma still had a narrow bulge running up the middle of her stomach, showing she was still impaled on nearly a foot and a half of thick cock.

“Never, ever, think about doing that to me, Luffy! I’ll cut your balls off!” Nami railed while pointing a finger at the clear evidence. “While I’m at it, don’t do it to any other female! That is just wrong!”

Luffy laughed. “Of course not, Nami. No other woman is as good as fucking as Ranma. That’s the least I’d expect of my cabin girl.”

“Yep, I’m the best,” Ranma said. Her affirmation might have been more effective if her voice hadn’t been thready and her eyes distracted as she shuddered through an orgasm.

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“Easy, easy!” Nami snapped at Ranma, as the small redhead tugged on Nami's temporary cotton tail. The twenty-four hour of her punishment was over and she couldn’t wait to get the eight inch wooden butt plug out of her ass. Unlike Ranma and Luffy she still pooped, and right now she needed to hang her ass over the railing in the worst possible way.

“I can’t help it if you’re a tight ass,” Ranma told Nami, earning herself a spanking sometime in the future.

Ranma was counting on it.

Nami had talked to Ranma while the smaller girl had been laying next to Nami in her bed, recovering from her gang-bang. Nami had pointed out that they were now nakama, and crewmates. Nami was higher in the chain of command than Ranma. Because of that she would still be running Ranma’s life; it wasn’t like Luffy was going to do it. As such there was no need for Ranma to consider herself Nami’s vassal. In fact it would be detrimental to the crew dynamic.

All Ranma cared about was whether Nami was still going to be in control of her life. Seeing as how Nami’s job as navigator pretty much put her in command of where the Going Merry was in fact going, and thus the people sailing on her. Ranma had no fear of being separated from her nakama, and Nami in particular. That was all she’d ever needed. It was the reason she’d sworn herself to Nami in the first place.

“Damn, Usopp went a bit overboard with this thing,” Ranma muttered. She slowly worked the butt plug from side to side while keeping pressure on it. Usopp had carved and polished the wooden sex toy with a very wide body in comparison to the neck. Ranma wasn’t about to say anything about it to Nami, but she was a little bit afraid that if she pulled too hard the narrow neck might snap off, leaving the bulk of the plug trapped in Nami’s ass. That would be bad. Ranma was confident they’d still be able to remove it, but she really didn’t want to be trapped on the same boat with Nami for a week or so after they’d done so. And it would really suck to be Usopp.

Nami groaned into her fist as the fatter part of the plug distended her rectum and then gasped in relief when it popped free. Leaving Ranma behind she dashed for the rail.

Ranma was left holding the plug by it’s big fluffy cotton ball. She was really tempted to toss it over the rail. Ranma was pretty darn sure that at some point in the future she was going to find the thing shoved up her ass. But, Luffy, via Sanji working through Usopp, had ordered that Nami hang the plug/tail and the rabbit ears on the wall of her cabin as a reminder not to be a bad girl. Ranma had **** but to follow the chain of command. She grimaced as she knelt down and started to wash the toy clean in a bucket of water.

“Not one word, Luffy!” Nami yelled from the deck, causing Ranma to flinch and contemplate hiding in the scuppers for the next few days.

A burst of wolf whistles sounded, far more than there were male crew members on board the Merry. Followed by Nami cursing like a sailor. Her curiosity aroused Ranma, bearded the wild-cat and went up on deck, after laying the butt plug out to dry. None of their crew would have been stupid enough to whistle at Nami as she hung her ass over the rail, except maybe Luffy, and it would never have occurred to him to do so.

When Ranma got up on deck she was surprised to see a half-dozen separate ships of various sizes within eyesight. Two of them were close enough that their crew had been able to enjoy a front row seat to Nami's attempt to unload her cargo. A flushing Nami headed for the seldom used head, giving the whistling crews of the other ship the finger as she did so. She was red from her hair to her fully exposed breasts. Ranma, no fool, gave her lots of room.

As Nami disappeared into the bowels of the ship, she shouted out. “Furl our flag and reef in our mainsail! LogueTown is a marine port. If we go in with our colors flying they’ll fall on us like a ton of bricks!”

“Don’t want to!” Luffy pouted.

“Do you want to see the place where God D. Rodgers was executed,” Zoro asked. A rhetorical question as Luffy had talked about hardly anything else since Nami had told them that Logue Town was known as the town of the beginning and the end. It was where Rodgers had set out on his voyage, and it was where he was executed after he was captured by Garp the Fist.

Luffy sullenly helped reef in their mainsail and carefully rolled up his precious flag. By the time they were done Nami emerged on deck dressed in her usual short skirt and crop top. She took the tiller and steered them into the line of ships heading for the port.

“Ranma, get dressed! Modestly!” Nami snapped. If you go into town naked, or dressed like you usually do, every man is going to think you are a public relief station. We don’t need the hassle of explaining why you ripped their nuts off when they wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

It was Ranma’s turn to grumble as she obeyed. She enjoyed basking in the sun with nothing on, and it saved on cleaning. The guys tended to be a bit messy when draining their balls. Skin wiped clean better and easier than cotton or wool.

This was the first true port that Ranma had seen. While not that impressive compared to the few ports she’d seen in Shanghai and Japan, it was a far cry from the small town ports she’d seen so far in this world. The buildings were built on the side of a hill and they rose up from the harbor in row after row of well built brick and stone structures. True to Nami’s claim there was also a large gleaming white Marine base off to the side of the port, and various patrols could be seen marching along the docks.

They were still one hundred yards out and maneuvering slowly when Luffy announced. “I’m going!” just as he used his arms to slingshot himself across the water and onto the wharf.

“Idiot!” Nami growled at their random captain. She rapidly snapped out a series of orders before the rest of the crew could jump ship. Ranma! You’re with me! The rest of you idiots try to stay out of trouble! We’re likely going to have to bale Luffy out before we leave! Zoro. I’ve got two hundred thousand berries set aside so you can buy a pair of swords to replace the ones that Mihawk destroyed!”

Zoro looked surprised, and suspicious. “What do you want, witch?” he growled.

“Nothing!” Nami snapped, her eyes never leaving the surface of the water and the currents in the harbor. “It’s not a gift. I expect to be paid back, with interest, say in six-months. If you can’t do it you can wear the bunny tail for a day.”

Normally Zoro fell into the category of fearless. But even he looked a bit uneasy at Nami’s words. “How am I supposed to raise that sort of money?” He demanded.

“We’re pirates! You’re the first mate. Figure it out!” Nami snapped out, ignoring the discussion she’d had with Zoro about the fact that Luffy might call himself a pirate, but that was about as close as they came to being the real thing. They were not going to be boarding merchant ships or raiding coastal towns. The odds of Zoro scoring major loot were slim to none. but that was his problem not hers. She gave an evil grin. If she got to see Zoro prancing around with that cotton-tailed sex toy shoved up his butt for twenty four hours she'd feel the money was well spent.

“Hopefully we’ll meet some real pirates, with a decent bounty,” Zoro muttered. That caused him, and Ranma, to glance over at where the front page of a newspaper had been pinned to the pilot house wall. It showed a grinning Luffy and was captioned with an offer of Thirty Million berries dead or alive. Luffy regarded it as the greatest thing in the world.

Ranma was still a bit flabbergasted at the idea of extra-large seagulls delivering newspapers to ships at sea, and collecting payment.

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“No way! I ain’t going in there!” Ranma protested. She dug in her heels but Nami took hold of her ear and bodily dragged her into the high-end apparel store that sported mannequins dressed in skimpy lingerie in the window.

Ranma’s reaction was more a conditioned reflex rather than outright antipathy. There were several practical reasons why it had been a bad idea for her to wear undergarments like those back home, and more reasons that came down to “I don’t wanna.” in the end. That was what was causing her to drag her heels at the moment, but Nami wasn’t leaving her any option.

A short while later Ranma was standing in the middle of the area devoted to the dressing rooms, arms crossed under her bare breasts as she glared at Nami. “I don’t need a bra, they’re uncomfortable, expensive, and get in the way when one of the guys wants to suck on my tits or get a titty fuck. And I ain’t going to sag.”

Instead of retorting with an argument that came down to, ‘You’ll do what you’re told,’ Nami took a different tact. She stripped down to her skin and took a sexy pose. “Would you say I’m hot, Ranma?”

Ranma ran her eyes up and down Nami’s body, and the appreciation of the female form cross-contaminated from her male mindset had her nodding her head. “Pretty hot.”

“Okay, wait a minute,” Nami instructed Ranma. She disappeared into a dressing room with an armful of undergarments.

Just as Ranma was about to nod off standing up, Nami called out from inside the curtain. “Now I want you to watch and tell me your first reaction.”

A second later Nami stepped out of the dressing room, strutting in high-heels. She was dressed in a bra that concealed everything, while almost showing everything, and the dental floss thong she was wearing did pretty much the same thing. She did a slow turn and then reached out and put a hand under Ranma’s chin to close her mouth. “So, am I hotter like this?” she asked.

Ranma used a forearm to wipe away the drool as she answered. “Yeah, a little.” she tried to look bored, but her eyes kept wandering back to those areas she’d seen numerous times with nothing blocking the view, but which for some reason were fascinating as hell now.

Nami reached out and pinched one of Ranma’s nipples to get her attention.

“Ow! What was that for?” Ranma protested.

“Just wanted to make sure you’re paying attention,” Nami said. “Because this is important.”

Nami gestured at Ranma’s body, and then her own. “These are weapons. Especially for a pirate. They can be used as a distraction or to lure a victim in close enough to do them harm. It is very likely at some point you’ll be asked to distract a ship load of horny men while we sneak around and loot their treasure or whatever else they have that we want. The more distracted they are, the better. Think of outfits like this as making sure your blade is as sharp as possible.”

“Luffy would never ask me to do that,” Ranma said. Not as a protest over the concept, but as a simple statement of fact. It would simply not occur to Luffy to use a diversion, of any sort. He was much more a, kick open the door, sort of guy.

“No, he likely wouldn’t. But I would,” Nami said in a matter of fact way. Especially if the opponent is strong. “Nothing makes a guy more **** than having his dick up to the balls inside a girl. Be aware of that. Use it when you need to.”

Ranma’s eyes got a bit distant. She had always enjoyed cock-teasing strong opponents, playing them for fools. She had no objections to doing that. Even the idea that she might have to let them actually fuck her wasn’t as much a deterient as it once was. Why should she object to them making her feel good? She would never turn down free food from a guy blinded by her tits, why would she turn down a stiff cock?”

“You got anything in there that will fit me?” Ranma asked.

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Zoro let out a curse. Why did these people not know their own town? Three times he had asked for directions to the best sword shop in town, three times people had named the same shop and given him directions to it, and three times there had been no shop in sight when he arrived. He was starting to think that the townsfolk enjoyed pranking visitors. He grinned an evil smile. Well, then the solution was easy. He’d insist the next one guide him to the store. He clicked Wado Ichimonji’s guard with his thumb, making sure she was loose and ready for action. Lets see someone prank him with her resting against their throat.

Raised voices drew his attention, partly because of their content, and partly because the sort of people who talked like that were excellent guide material.

Two huge true pirate types were looming over a slim girl, half their height, and maybe a tenth of their weight.

“You little slut! Your monster of a boss aint’ around to protect you.! How about we fill you up with cum and leave you for him to find leaking our seed from all three holes? Small payment for destroying our dream of going to the Grand Line.”

“I’m sorry. I’m a marine. My body is reserved for them. I’d never suck the cock of a filthy pirate while there is breath in my body!”

“Heheheh. That’s good. That’s good. Last thing we want is a willing cum-socket the way we feel right now! I’m looking forward to hearing you squeal like a pig when I stick my cock up your tight little marine ass!”

Zoro’s hand gripped the handle of his sword, one step away from stepping in. The girl was holding a cloth wrapped bundle that was clearly a long blade sword, but that didn’t mean she knew how to use it.

In the next instant the cloth that had covered the girl’s sword flew up into the air as she gripped the hilt and pulled it free. In a continuation of the move she cut both her opponents down a single lethal stroke before they even knew they’d been hit. Reaching up the girl caught hold of the cloth covering she’d been using and used it to wipe her sword clean.

All around her there were admiring murmurs and Zoro heard someone say clearly. “It’s their own fault for challenging Captain’s Smoker’s cabin girl, Master Chief Petty Officer Tashigi.

Zoro cocked an eyebrow in surprise, and with approval, he had only ever seen one female swordsman who was that smooth and precise, and that when she was twelve years old. Zoro felt a familiar pain in his chest at the memory of his best rival and first and only crush, Kuina, who had died from a tumble down a dark staircase right after they had made a blood oath that one of them would become the greatest swordsman in the world.

Mind you, if Kuina had lived, by now she’d be a far better swordsman than the Petty officer. Before Kuina died, she and he had fought one thousand battles. He had lost everyone of those matches. It was why he’d adopted the three sword style, in the hope of gaining a step on her, but she’d still easily defeated him with her perfect attack. When he shadow sparred it was always her he imagined as his opponent, the one foe he was never going to be able to defeat.

As Zoro watched the petty officer finish cleaning and wrapping her sword, he stroked the hilt of his own blade, reminding himself that Wado Ichimonji should have been her inheritance, not Zoro’s. It was her honor that he carried, and he would never darken it by cowardice. All his scars would be on the front of his body, none on the back.

The petty officer turned toward Zoro, her head tilted down as she made sure her blade was secured. She had a pair of glasses that kept him from getting a good look at her face. The people around her gave her lots of space, out of respect Zoro assumed, until she took a step forward. The girl’s toe caught on a loose cobblestone and she tripped and fell, she frantically tried to get her feet back under her, but that only caused her to stumble directly toward Zoro. The sword she was holding went flying out of her hand at the same time her glasses slipped off her ears and clattered to the ground in front of her.

Zoro, being wary of the razor sharp blade under the thin cloth bundle, put all his focus on that as he reached out and grasped the hilt before it could impale anyone, or fall to the hard stone roadway. As such he was a little late in noticing that the petty’s officer’s, desperating looking for something to arrest her fall, caught on his Haramaki, right before she did a face plant straight into his groin. Zoro winced as his cock and balls took the brunt of the blow.

“This feeling,” The petty officer said as she pulled her face away from Zoro’s crotch. Groping blindly she patted him with her hand, exploring the bulk of him with her fingers, even as he started to swell involuntarily. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he waited for the expected reaction.

“Ahhhh, no!”

And there it was. The petty officer reared back, her face crimson from embarrassment. She tilted her face to look up at Zoro. The exact same posture she’d have adopted if she was about to give him a blow job.

Zoro’s heart stopped. That face! Never, if he lived to be a hundred, would he forget that face. “Kuina,” he whispered. It couldn’t be. She’d died. His eyes danced over that familiar countenance. Taking in the staring eyes that clearly were nearly blind without her glasses, and the old scar just under her hairline. It was long and nasty looking. The sort of scar you would expect on someone who had split their head open on a stone staircase.

“Kuina? I’m sorry. My name is Tashigi,” the embarrassed girl stammered out as she dropped to her hands and knees and began frantically searching the cobblestones for her lost glasses.

Zoro, speechless, bent over and picked the glasses up off the ground and slipped them onto her face. Behind the powerful lens her eyes magnified to four times their normal size and she blinked up at Zoro, still embarrassed, but now also grateful. “Thank you so much. Mr. …”

“Zoro. Roronoa Zoro,” Zoro said in a faint voice as he waited for recognition to appear in her eyes. But there was no sign his name, or face, meant anything to her showing in her eyes as she rose to her feet and dusted herself off.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t normally go around groping strange men,” she apologized, not meeting his eyes as her cheeks flamed red.

Zoro’s heart felt like it would crack. He had been right the first time. There was no way she could be Kuina. It was just a sick joke on the part of the universe.

“I’d offer to buy you dinner, as an apology and thanks,” Tashigi said, correcting herself mid-sentence to correct any possible misconception that she was trying to pick him up after checking out his cock. Her correction might have carried more weight if she hadn’t kept darting her eyes in that direction. “But I have an appointment at the swordshop and I want to get there before they shut up for the day.”

Before he could think better of it, Zoro blurted out, “Can you show me the way?”