Depends. Do bunny girls taste good?

Tashigi was relieved to see the look of revulsion that spread across the face of the pretty boy chef. Even some pirate scum had standards it seemed. He, like Roronoa would most likely viciously **** her at the first opportunity, but at least Carrot wasn’t going to end up in a cooking pot, or roasting on a spit over a bed of coals.

“Are Rabbit girls tasty,” Luffy asked, his mouth slightly slack as he looked at Tashigi with wide eyes and drool dripping out of the corners of his mouth. The marine felt her stomach drop. She should never have trusted pirates. How could Captain Smoker do this to her? To Carrot?

“We Do Not Eat People!!” Both Sanji and Nami yelled/screamed, at the same time.

Nami tried for a hand chop to Luffy’s head, but Sanji’s axe kick landed first and flattened Luffy's head against the deck like a pancake.

With an audible sucking sound Luffy peeled his face off the deck, showing it was now about two feet around with the grain of the deck planks pressed into his features. He slapped himself vigorously until his head returned to normal.

Everyone else seemed to take this for granted, while Tashigi was about to have a screaming fit. Captain Smoker’s ability was nowhere near as disturbing when it manifested. He simply turned into billowing clouds of white smoke that he could manipulate at will.

“I was only asking because I wondered if she tasted as good as Ranma,” Luffy pouted with the expression of a child unjustifiably chastised.

For just a moment Tashigi felt a moment of nausea that the twisted pirate had already eaten a girl, only to a moment later remember that Ranma was the name of the insane girl who had destroyed the lion. Her feeling of nausea was replaced with a “Say what?” reaction.

Nami had been prepared to get her lick in, but paused with an expression of guilt, before giving Luffy a chop anyway while yelling, “Say stuff like that sooner! We weren’t talking about that sort of eating!”

Tashigi big-sweated. She was in a madhouse. They were all crazy. She felt her hand being held and looked down at the cook who was kneeling at her feet, her hand clasped between both of his.

“How could we deny the heartfelt and selfless request of such a beautiful lady. Rest assured we will protect the life of the lovely fluffy Carrot with our very lives.”

It was Sanji’s turn to get yelled at. “You don’t get to make those decisions, shit cook,” Roronoa bellowed. “They’re marines, we’re pirates. And the blind swordswoman has already made it very clear she doesn’t fuck pirates, so stop sniffing her crotch you pervert.”

Tashigi looked down and saw that the cook’s nostrils were indeed flared as he inhaled strongly. “Ewwwww, ewwwww, ewwwww!” she said, slapping his hands away and then kicking him in the face.

“If you don’t fuck, what do you do.” Luffy asked. “I already have a swordsman who’s going to be the best in the world. Don’t need another one of those.”

Tashigi’s temper flared up at this further example of Roronoa’s arrogance. “Who says he’s going to be the best? He should know his limitations. I do. All I want to do is recover all the great swords of the world from those who are unworthy of wielding them, like him.”

Tashigi tried to ignore the look Roronoa directed at her. A mixture of sorrow and anger.

“Is that something we need?” Luffy asked Nami. Before she could answer he continued. “We need a musician a lot more. Can you play instruments and sing?” He asked Tashigi.

“We need a doctor!” Nami insisted.

“But pirates have to have a musician.”

“Doctor first!” Nami said, clearly putting her foot down.

“Fine,” Luffy pouted, before getting a clever look on his face. “We’ll just find a doctor who can play instruments and sing.”

“I’ve changed my mind, Captain,” Roronoa spoke up. “I insist she come with us.”

Tashigi stared at the liar in disbelief. How could he be so random? As a sailor used to the rigid and often unyielding discipline of the marines, Tashigi felt like she’d fallen down a rabbit hole into some sort of surreal version of the real world. Her sanity was saved by the appearance of a distraction.

“Where are we? And why was there a rabbit girl sleeping with me?” A muzzy voice said from the door Carrot had vanished down. The red-head who had ripped a multi-ton lion to shreds stood there, a puzzled look on her face and looking like she’d have a hard time fighting off a house cat let alone a lion.

“You! What the fuck was that, Ranma!” Nami screamed getting into the redhead’s face.

Ranma’s face turned red. “Oh, god. What did I do this time?” She asked in a plaintive voice.

“Saved our lives,” the pointy nosed sniper chimed in, before wilting under the glare the orange-haired bitch directed at him.

“I remember . . . there was . . . a lion?” the redhead shuddered.

Tashigi saw the bitch draw a deep breath, and could almost sympathise with her. “Yes, there was a lion, and you went insane. Why?”

“It. Was. A. Lion!” the sniper said as if speaking to a child, earning himself another dirty look from the bitch.

The redhead looked torn, and for a moment Tashigi thought she wasn’t going to explain, but then she did. “It’s the cat fist. Unbeatable martial arts where a martial artist totally immerses themselves in the identity of a cat.”

“Sounds idiotic. How is losing your mind a viable fighting technique? Instinct can only take you so far. That’s why people wear lion skins and not the other way around.” Roronoa added his two beris worth.

“It's not the technique, it’s the training. You wrap the student in fish sausages and toss him into a pit filled with starving cats, and repeat until they master the spirit of the cat. My pop didn’t bother to read the second page, where it warns that there is more than a ninety percent chance the student will be driven insane, if not killed outright. I got off lucky. I only ended up a little bit insane. I have panic attacks around cats, any type of cat. And if they go on long enough I turn into a cat, mentally, in order to escape the sheer terror.”

Ranma listed this all off in the manner of someone who has had to explain it far too many times.

“Sounds like my grandpa’s way of training,” Luffy said with a look of understanding on his face. “I’m not afraid of anything though, just my grandpa.”

Tashigi was sure from the expression on the bitch’s face that she really wanted to continue this, but she looked up at the sky, and then ahead, before announcing. “We’re coming up on Reverse Mountain. We need to thread the needle perfectly or we’ll be reduced to splinters. Everyone take your positions.”

Tashigi felt a frisson of fear. As a marine the only time she’d visited the Grand Line they’d sailed through the calm belt. Only a ship with a hull lined with seastones could do that, any other ship would be destroyed, and/or eaten by the monstrous seakings, who regarded that part of the oceans as their breeding ground. And only marine ships had seastone hulls. All other’s had to take reverse mountain, where the chances of survival were far better, which was not saying a lot. A significant proportion of ships who tried it ended up smashed. Mostly the unprepared, and if any ship was unprepared for Reverse Mountain it was this one.

The sniper must have seen something in her expression because he suddenly turned pale and announced. “I just remembered I have, “can’t-go-up-reverse-mountain-disease. We need to turn back!”

“Just what is reverse mountain, witch,” Roronoa asked, even as he obeyed Nami’s orders and adjusted the sails.

“The currents converge on the mountain and are channeled into a man-made canal. The **** is so strong that they actually push the water up the mountains. In effect, the canal run in reverse. It will carry us up and over the mountain ridge. It’s the only way for any ship that isn’t a marine craft to get to the Grand Line.”

“I remember this!” Carrot called out in excitement. “I went over it when I came to the east blue. It’s the best roller coaster ride in the world!” Tashigi winced. The last thing she wanted was for the pirates to start thinking about the implications of Carrot’s words. If they asked her she’d flat out tell her all about exactly who she’d hitched a ride with to get to the East Blue. Them knowing would be bad enough, but if they spread the story, which of course they would, it wouldn’t just be the Celestial Dragon’s after Carrot’s fuzzy tail, but powerful pirates looking to get some leverage on Carrot’s ‘benefactor’.

The captain’s eyes lit up at Carrot’s word, but fortunately the only thing that seemed to interest him was the roller coaster reference. He used his arms to slingshot himself up to the bow of the boat where he perched fearlessly as he looked ahead at the upcoming mountain.

“Turn back, turn back, turn back!” the sniper pleaded. He was ignored by everyone else who All sported a wide grin on their faces. Even Nami. Tashigi’s sympathy was with the sniper. If she hadn’t already seen the bitch’s skill in action she’d have been contemplating diving over the side with Carrot. Their odds of survival would have been better.

Far ahead a thin silver thread became visible, the canal that marked the entrance. It was almost invisible against the bulk of the mountain, though Tashigi knew it to be over a hundred yards wide. That might seem like a lot, but when you were travelling along it at the rate they were going to be, it wasn’t nearly enough.

The ship rang with a mixture of cries. Cries of terror, cries of excitement, and outright bellows of defiance in the face of potential ****. Tashigi kept her teeth clamped together, determined to not shame the marines, while ignoring the wet trickle running down her inner thighs. The trickle became a flood when the ship veered toward the row of Tora that marked the entrance to the canal. The supporting pillar was bigger around than their ship was long.

Somehow the captain inflated himself into a giant flesh spheroid and bounced the ship back into the middle of the uprising stream. Tashigi was so rigid from terror that she didn’t even blink at the impossibility of his action. She was just glad the current downpour hid her shame.

Having bounced the ship back onto its course Luffy resumed his seat on the sheep’s head figurehead of the ship, while both Ranma and Carrot clung to the rail on either side of it and gloried in the rush of air and the way the sides of the canal flashed past them too fast to make out details.

They were all crazy, all of them. Well, the sniper seemed to have some sense of self preservation, but other than him, they were all insane. For a brief moment Tashigi wondered if this was the flaw in her swordsmanship. Did you have to be, not fearless, but willing to accept that you might die, but that it was secondary to the moment. How often had she calculated her swing, not on how effective it would be, but in how it minimized her vulnerability.

Even while considering the crew insane, Tashigi found herself **** to concede they were braver than she was. Tamping down her terror, she opened up her mouth and screamed her defiance at **** as they crested the top of Reverse Mountain and flew into the air.

Off to the side Tashigi saw Zoro give her a grim smile as he mouthed the words, “It’s a start.” Tashigi found herself both enraged at his condescension and flushing in pleasure at his acknowledgment.

For what seemed like forever the Going Merry hovered in the air at the top of Reverse mountain before falling down the slope on the opposite side and coming to rest in the down rushing water of the canal. It was the biggest water slide in the world and with the terror of the upward rush gone even the more cowardly members of the crew, cough, Usopp, cough, were free to enjoy the wind rushing through their hair, the thrill of the slide, the upcoming gigantic whale that blocked the bottom of the canal.

“Why is there a whale!” everyone on the ship, except Carrot, yelled at the same time.

Carrot’s remark, “What a cute little whale,” was lost in the noise.

Things got a little bit chaotic as the entire crew struggled to come up with some way of slowing the ship down. In the end it, much to everyone's shock, it was Luffy who succeeded by overloading the bow cannon and firing it at just the right time for the recoil to bring the ship to a near halt. Maybe it wasn’t such a surprise, it certainly fit into Luffy’s philosophy of solving problems by the application of the biggest hammer you had available.

Fortunately the whale didn’t even notice the cannonball that bounced off its lower jaw. Unfortunately the Merry still had enough momentum that when it slid forward and bumped into the whale, the figurehead, and Luffy’s favorite seat, snapped off and fell onto the front deck.

Again, the whale was oblivious. They all held their breaths as they floated by an eye that was bigger than the Going Merry. The pupil was angled upward toward the canal they had just come down, and everyone was praying that the whale would not look down and notice them. That was when Luffy, angry over the destruction of his favorite seat, reared back and punched the whale dead center in the eye. The whale blinked, which sent waves surging, and then he looked down at them right before opening his jaw to bellow.

“You idiot!” was the vote given at the top of everyone's lungs.

The backflow of water into the whale's mouth jarred Luffy off of the deck, even as the entire ship was sucked into the massive maw, and the darkness beyond it. Tashigi just had time to see Luffy catapult himself upward toward the whale’s back before the gigantic jaw closed, trapping them in the belly of the beast.

Things got surreal at that point.

Tashigi wasn’t sure what was stranger, that a doctor had built a home inside the whale’s belly that floated in a large lake of gastric acid, so he could better treat the beast, or that he had installed actual bulkheads, with no apparent harm to the whale, in the beast’s side, and they had simply sailed out of it.

The whale hunters were almost a side note. Some cos-playing crown-wearing clown called Mr 9 and his female partner Miss. Wednesday who was big into the girl gangster look.

Of far more interest was the Doctor. A man by the name of Crocus.

It turned out that he had sailed with the former Pirate King on the last leg of his journey and had been Gol D. Roger’s personal doctor. He’d even recognized Carrot as a Mink and had mentioned that he’d visited her homeland of Zou along with Roger. Carrot had not been born at the time, but she recalled her mother mentioning Crocus and Roger. In particular. Carrot’s mother had been most complimentary about the men’s virility, saying they were even more lecherous than most male rabbit minks. It was a regular old home week.

Crocus had turned down Carrot’s invitation to demonstrate his own legendary prowess, claiming his balls had long since dried up. Much to her disappointment. It would have been nice to get fucked by the same cock that gave her mother so much pleasure.

But while Luffy and the rest listened to Crocus tell of his adventures, and the story behind the giant whale, Tashigi and Nami had something else to do. Or rather Nami did, and Tashigi had gotten shanghaied into helping. Tashigi had only really gone along because she was sure if she stayed on shore with the rest of the crew it would only be a matter of time before Roronoa revealed his true nature and **** her in front of his fellow crewmates. No doubt they in turn would draw lots for who went next.

Tashigi had helped Nami drag Miss. Wednesday out of the hold where she and her partner were being held and hung her up from the yardarm by the wrists.

Tashigi kept in the background, fingering the hilt of her sword while Nami stood in front of the strung up girl who was looking at them with contempt. “Miss. Wednesday? Could you have come up with a more obvious fake code name? You might as well have put up a sign around your neck. Look at me, I’m an agent for a super secret organization.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. My partner Mr. Nine and I are common whale hunters looking to find food for our town of Whisky Point. That whale could have fed us for three years, if not more if you hadn’t gotten in our way.”

Nami ran her eyes up and down the girl’s body taking in the fancy horse-tail hair style, and in particular the rather expensive hair-clip that held it in place and then the cleavage baring top and skin tight shorts. “Oh, yes. I can see at a glance you’re nothing but poor whale hunters.”

Nami turned and looked at Tashigi. “I believe she thinks we are idiots. How do you feel about that Tashigi-chan?”

Tashigi scowled at the affectionate address, and hoped the strung up girl would think the look was for her. She had agreed to let Nami lead the interrogation, but she wasn’t happy about it. The only reason had agreed was because Nami asked if she’d rather Nami interrogate the girl by herself, or under Tashigi’s supervision. Put that way there was no way Tashigi could decline. The girl might be some sort of bandit, or a pirate herself, but Tashigi would never leave another female to the non-existent mercy of what she was coming to think of as an up and coming pirate queen. Always the most vicious of pirates, by a wide margin.

At least all the men were on shore so she wouldn’t have to stand by and watch as they softened the woman up with a good hard gang-****.

Tashigi stepped in front of the girl, focusing on the look of contempt in the captive's eyes for motivation. There was a shing sound and then Tashigi slipped her blade back in her sheath even as the blue-haired girl’s top parted down the middle, falling open to reveal her impressive rack. It wasn’t just the shirt. The top of her pants also parted, sliced all the way to the bottom of her crotch, as well as the panties under them. It was an example of Tashigi’s skill that she hadn't drawn a single drop of blood.

The certainty in the girl’s eyes flickered, a touch of fear showing.

“Nice,” Nami complimented Tashigi, who did not feel at all happy at being complimented by the bitch. It smacked far too much of condescension.

“Impressive,” Nami said as she ran a forefinger tipped with a short, but sharp, fingernail up the middle of the girl’s belly and between her breasts. “I bet these get lots of compliments. It would be a shame if you were to lose one of them.”

Tashigi kept her face stoic. Nami had promised that she would not maim the prisoner, or do anything serious to her, but she could not help but feel dirty when the girl’s eyes flickered over toward her, and more specifically her sword. She might kill with her sword, but she did not use it as a **** instrument. That was a pirate thing, and it was why she was determined to rescue all the named swords that were owned by pirates, so they would not be dishonored by such a practice.

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Nami was having a lot of fun messing with Tashigi’s mind. Frankly she could care less what the blue-haired slut was up to. That she was running some sort of a scam was obvious, but Nami had way too much on her plate to worry about it. It was very much, a-someone-else’s-problem. However she couldn’t resist playing into Tashigi’s prejudices, yanking on the stick the girl had stuck up her ass was just too much fun.

Nami idly fondled her victim's breast, while focusing more on how the marine reacted to the molestation than the girl. But something in the back of her mind was telling her to pay attention, that there was something strange going on here. Nami shifted her focus from the marine to the girl, and tried to figure out what was wrong with this picture. It took a moment, and then her eyes widened slightly and she started to fondle the girl with a bit more ****, checking out both her tits while the girl writhed and twisted in place with her lips pressed tightly together and then shifting her attention to the rest of the girl’s torso.

“Tashigi, check this out,” A distracted Nami said in the politest tone she’d ever used to the marine.

“What? I’m not going to **** her for you!”

“Just come here and check this out. I want a second opinion.”

Tashigi moved closer, her eyes more on Nami than on what Nami wants to show her. “What?” She asks suspiciously.

Nami sighs and reminds herself that Tashigi’s paranoia wasn’t unjustified. With any other pirate crew, as a marine she’d most likely have been secured into some sort of public use frame for the men to enjoy by this point. But, it was such a pain to deal with that it was hard to cut the girl any slack. “Just look for fucks sake! Is that too much to ask for?”

Nami cupped a hand under one of the blue-haired girl’s tits and supported the weight in the palm of her hand while offering it up to Tashigi for inspection.

“Does she have some sort of gang marker?” Tashigi asked as she leant in and started to examine the creamy smooth, unmarred, flesh. She never fully took her eyes off of Nami while she did so.

For a minute Nami wasn’t sure that Tashigi would see it. A guy wouldn’t. A tomboy like Ranma wouldn’t. The furry Carrot likely wouldn’t. But Tashigi looked like she took care of herself. She should see the same thing Nami had seen.

The marine girl looked closely at the flesh Nami was offering for inspection, and then to Nami’s satisfaction her eyes widened. Without any urging on Nami’s part she grasped the girl’s other breast and began to knead it with her fingers while examining every inch. Both of them ignored the soft moans coming from their victim.

As one both Nami and Tashigi ran a hand down the girl’s belly, lightly brushing the front of their fingers over her skin. As one they pulled the girl’s shorts down around her ankles and continued the examination, running their hands over her smooth pubis and then moving around so they could examine her back and the silky smooth flesh of her ass.

“Incredible,” Tashigi said to Nami. For once in perfect accord with the pirate bitch.

“I know, right,” Nami nodded. As one they moved back around in front of the suspended girl, both staring into her wide doe like eyes that no longer carried even a hint of defiance. Nami took hold of her chin so she couldn't look away and said. “I’m only going to ask this once. If you know what is best for your continued health you’ll be perfectly honest with me, us.”

“What sort of skin care regime do you use.” Tashigi blurted out.

“I’ve seen babies who didn’t have skin as smooth and unblemished as yours. It looks like you’ve spent your entire life going to a spa every single day. What’s your secret?” Nami demanded.

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On shore night had fallen and the crew were sitting on logs and relaxing around a campfire. Well the men were, the two girls in the group were busy.

“Guk, guk, guk, guk,” A kneeling Ranma gagged on Zoro’s cock, while next to her the rabbit girl, Carrot, was **** on Usopp’s carrot. It seemed they didn’t grow them that big in the marines and Carrot had been too young to practice on the bigger minks before she left home.

Not that practice would have done her much good. Even Ranma, with her weird body, gagged when deepthroating Usopp. Let alone Zoro. It wasn’t that she couldn’t have trained herself to accept even Zoro easily, but she was disinclined to do so.

The trick, as far as Ranma was concerned, was not to not gag, it was to use the gagging to massage the guy’s cock while at the same time boosting his ego over your difficulty in swallowing him. That made him feel good, and encouraged him to keep doing what he was doing.

As for her personal discomfort. Ranma found it arousing as hell. There was nothing like being strangled by an oversized cock to shove your adrenaline levels through the roof.

Because of her curse Ranma did have the advantage of being able to experiment as a guy, though she hadn’t yet gotten to enjoy the feeling of a girl **** on her dick. She wouldn’t deny that she’d taken a bit of pleasure in topping Nami as a guy. But at the end of the day that feeling of being in control was not something Ranma lusted after. Not in the least.

She enjoyed her new life and being the one dominated sexually. But, even though she had no desire for it herself she could see the appeal it might hold for guys who weren’t so confident in themselves, and she was perfectly happy to play into their belief that they were the one in full control. She made sure to put on a good show for whatever guy was fucking her.

Not that she really had to with her crew anymore. They knew her well enough by now that they all knew the way she liked to be fucked. They always made a point to get a good grip on her hair and **** themselves down her throat whenever she put up token resistance. They were always rewarded with a theatrical performance on Ranma’s part as she gagged, choked and coughed around their invading dicks.

Distracted as she was with coping with every inch of Zoro’s cock filling her throat, Ranma still kept some of her attention on the new bunny girl. She was pleased to see out of the corner of her eye that Usopp was letting Carrot set her own pace rather than trying to treat her the way he would have Ranma. The bunny girl might not have appreciated being forcibly skull-fucked in the same way that Ranma did, and those teeth of hers were sharp.

Instead of holding Carrot’s head tightly in place and forcing himself down her throat, Usopp was letting her bob her head up and down on about half his length while he petted her blonde hair and on occasion scratched her under the chin and along the jaw. All actions that brought a pleased murmur from the bunny girl and an effort to swallow a bit more of Usopp’s dick.

Ranma felt hands on her ass, urging her to lift it up. A thrill coursed through her groin at the realization she was about to get spitroasted.

That didn’t stop her from being a touch annoyed as she recognized the feel of Sanji’s distinctive hands. He’d been part of the crew for weeks and he made use of her less than any of the other guys, and he had yet to use her mouth or otherwise let her get a good look at his cock. She knew he was big, but that was about it. He actually seemed to go out of his way to keep Ranma from checking out his goods and she was starting to become a bit obsessed with discovering what he looked like, to the point where Zoro had caught her trying to peek the last time Sanji took a piss over the rail. That had been embarrassing as fuck. On the other hand Zoro’s reaction of bending her over the rail and filling her ass with his cock had been nice. Zoro gave great punishment.

Right now was a perfect example of how diabolical Sanji could be. With her throat filled with Zoro’s cock, it was impossible for her to look around over her shoulder as Sanji fitted the head of his cock to the entrance of her honey pot and began the process of working himself into her depths. Ranma had found that she had a certain amount of control over how tight her cunt was, and she always made sure the guys had to work at it in order to get balls deep. They appreciated it, but not as much as she did. The feel of being **** open and deeply penetrated never got old.

While Sanji’s little game of hide the weiner might be a bit frustrating, Ranma didn’t mind that much when he was fucking her at the same time Zoro was. Sanji tended to get competitive when the swordsman was involved. Sometimes to the point where the two men pretty much ignored her as they sniped at each other. Ranma loved when they did that. It left her feeling as if she was nothing more than a bone two dogs were fighting over. They expected nothing from her other than providing a warm hole for their dicks while they tossed insults back and forth at each other. Neither one of them were suddenly going to demand that she choose one of them over the other, and both of them were too macho to ever dream of asking her opinion on which of them was the better fuck. It was heaven. She got all the perks of being reamed out by two big cocks, and none of the relationship downsides that had ruined her happiness back in her old world. One thing she had to give to the perverts of this world. None of the ones she’d met were obsessed with being the only one. Even Zoro or Sanji had never once, despite their rivalry, indicated that they’d like it if Ranma only fucked them.

Next to her, Ranma heard Carrot’s gagging shift in tone slightly and she figured that Luffy was joining the action. She knew he wouldn’t be able to resist that bit round fluffy tail for long. She was looking forward to Carrot’s reaction to the fact that Luffy’s cock was always the absolute perfect size for the girl he was fucking. Always just big enough to let her enjoy the feeling of being filled.

Ranma had originally been a bit worried that Luffy would treat every female the way he treated her. But, Nami had taken the captain aside for a discussion on that very topic. Part of which was riding him like a cowgirl.

Turned out Luffy was already aware of the issue, not from fucking, but from his normal day to day interaction with people. With his abilities it would be only too easy for him to seriously hurt someone who couldn’t cope with his power and ability. He had long ago learned to pull his punches according to who he was fighting. He just translated the same behavior to sex and adjusted himself accordingly. If he’d been so inclined he’d have made a fuck of a great gigolo.

[Some feedback on what you would like to see in this story would be nice. Lots and lots of over the top fetish sex? Or, Slapstick comedy and character interaction, with a flavoring of sex? ]