Nami's facing the consequences

Nami was surprised to find out how much she missed her room on the Going Merry. In some ways the ship was her first true home since the **** of her mother and her joining Arlong. Arlong Park had never been a home, and the only emotion she’d felt when it was reduced to rubble was a feeling of freedom.

At the moment she mostly missed the Going Merry because she had no place to have a private talk with Sanji and Zoro. Lacking other options she lead the two men to the outdoor dining area outside of Crocus’s light house. It was likely going to be her best chance for a private chat. She’d have liked to have Tashigi here as well, but the marine girl was having an existential breakdown and was holed up somewhere with Carrot for emotional support. There was nothing Nami could do for her. Like Nami herself, Tashigi was going to have to figure out for herself that Luffy and the crew would always be there for her. She just had to ask.

Usopp was likely to panic if given the news. Luckily, he was elbow deep in the devices and equipment of the repair docks. She hoped he could pick up a few useful tricks. They really needed a proper shipwright as a crew member, along with a proper doctor and helmsman, not to mention basic sailers to help handle the more complicated rigging of their new ship. She already had Tashigi marked down as a quartermaster if the marine girl could get her shit together.

Ranma was positively a no-go. Ranma made a pretense of being laid back and sensible, but Nami knew exactly how she’d react to learning what Nami needed to tell Zoro and Sanji.

As for Luffy. Nami shuddered at the very thought. The best she’d be able to hope for if Luffy found out was that he’d lead a full frontal **** on Whisky Peak. The last thing Nami wanted was for the town to be burned to the ground before she had a chance to loot it.

“I wanted to let you two know what I learned from that girl we caught trying to kill Laboon,” Nami started with.

“Strip!” was Zoro’s rejoinder. Nami was about to snap that if he was feeling an itch he should go looking for one of the cabin girls. Draining his balls was not her job. Then he extracted the hated bunny tail and ears from the bag she hadn’t noticed him carrying. There was also a good sized jar of lubrication and one of lotion. The fact that Zoro thought he’d need the latter was more worrying than the rest.

“No way. This is important. I don’t have time to indulge Luffy’s grade-school humor?” Nami protested.

“Are we under attack?”

“Of course not!”

“Are we going to be under attack in the near future?”

“No!”

“Then we can take care of this while we have the downtime to indulge,” Zoro said in a reasonable voice, while the amused look on his face told her that he was enjoying this way too much.

The Strawhats were unlike any other crew Nami had ever sailed with. They sure as fuck were nothing like the Arlong Pirates. Arlong would have never tolerated any of his crew bitch slapping him for doing something stupid, which happened more often than many would have supposed. But Luffy had absolutely no issue with Nami doing that to him. And Zoro was technically Nami’s bitch until he repaid her what she’d loaned him in LogueTown. She fully expected to make him jump through hoops while she held that leverage. And he’d let her.

But right now the captain had ordered that she be disciplined and the first mate was going to carry out that sentence no matter how much she protested.

Nami gritted her teeth in frustration as she gave in to the inevitable and began to slip out of her clothing.

She’d barely finished stripping when Zoro sat down on the bench seat with his back to the table and patted his lap. “Assume the position, Navigator Nami!” he said sternly.

“Oh, come on!” Nami protested as her bare ass clenched in memory of its last encounter with Zoro’s heavy hand. “Luffy didn’t say anything about a spanking!”

“Part and parcel, Nami-chawn,” Sanji said in a sympathetic voice that did nothing to conceal the fact he was looking forward to seeing her in full Bunny girl regalia. You’d think that having Carrot as part of the crew would have dulled his interest in seeing a fake. But such was not the case if the bulge in his pants was any indication.

Nami contemplated appealing to Sanji, but discarded the idea. Sanji would do his best to kick Zoro’s ass if the first mate was proposing to do anything that would truly harm Nami, but a light ass smacking and having to wear a tailed butt plug for a day was just good fun and nothing she needed protection from. She was also pretty sure he was a bit disappointed in her over how she’d tried to frame Tashigi for dereliction of duty. Especially as it had been Nami’s own actions that had resulted in their prisoners escaping.

Nami did her best to retain her dignity, but there was no way to lay herself across a man’s lap in order that he might spank her without looking like a submissive slut. At least in her own mind.

“Feel free to tell us your news,” Zoro said as he laid a broad hand on one of her cheeks and kneaded the firm flesh, letting his fingertips slip into the crack of her ass.

Nami suppressed a gasp as Zoro tickled her rectum. She had to find some way to make him pay. Something that would cause him as much mental discomfort as this was causing her. Her first attempt had failed, but she was sure she could take advantage of Tashigi’s obsession with Zoro if she tried. Zoro already walked on glass around the marine. She imagined the expression on Zoro’s face if he had to put Tashigi over his knee the way he was doing with her. Even better if she could set him up to the point where he had to fuck the prissy marine.

Facing a spanking had done nothing for Nami, erotically, but picturing Tashigi in her position was doing the trick. She felt a liquid warmth between her legs. Yeah, that was the stuff. Unlike Ranma she was not a submissive little slut. She liked being in charge. And she could think of no better way to prove that to Zoro than to manipulate circumstances so he had to play into Tashigi’s, Marine-being-****-by-a-Pirate, fetish.

Strangely, while she resented being punished like a schoolgirl, not counting the butt plug, she actually felt more comfortable in her current position than she would admit. A strange circumstance that. She actually felt safe, despite what she knew was coming.

“Well, the first thing…” smack! Ah!” Nami started to say, only to release a gasp as Zoro’s hand slapped her **** rear hard.

“Go on,” Zoro told her. “Don’t let me interrupt.” Nami really hated the laughter she suspected Zoro was suppressing. Hints of it bubbled through his matter of fact words.

Nami bit her lip to restrain the first words out of her mouth. Instead she spent a few seconds replacing herself with Tashigi in her mind, and imagining how unhappy Zoro would be. That did the trick. As for continuing her story, She elected to make short declarative sentences in an effort to keep Zoro from fucking with her by interupting her in the middle.

As quickly as she could, Nami blurted out, “The girl is from some sort of rich background!” Smack!

“She was raised in luxury!” Smack!

“She ran away for a life of adventure, the idiot!” Smack! That was a close one. She shouldn’t have thrown in the last little bit.

“She’s heading for life as a pleasure **** sooner or later!” Smack!

“She did reveal that her home port... Smack! Damn!

“and a potential destination for us, is Whisky Peak!” Smack!

“Whisky Peak exists as a honey pot.” Smack!

“It’s a town of bounty hunters!” Nami paused and clenched her ass, but there was no swat.

“Her partner was called Mr. Nine?” Zoro asked, punctuating his question with a good hard swat to Nami’s reddening posterior just as she unclenched.

“Uh! Yes,” Nami grunted, as tears began to trickle out of the corner of her clenched eyelids.

“Interesting.” Zoro mused as he idly rubbed Nami’s aching ass. He lifted his hand and gave her another swat, and then continued, “I met a numbered man a while ago! He tried to recruit me into something called Baroque Works! When I told him I’d only join if I was the leader he tried to kill me, after telling me that no one who knew about them who was not a member could be allowed to live!” While giving this explanation Zoro gave Nami another four swats, using them as punctuation.

“Miss Wednesday implied that her organization valued secrecy above all else,” Nami muttered through gritted teeth. She gave a sigh of relief when Zoro began rubbing soothing lotion into her bruised bottom. Not just because it felt good, but because it meant the spanking was over.

“Makes you wonder,” Sanji said as he slipped a hand inside his pants to adjust his cock. “All criminal groups value secrecy, but this seems more elaborate than a common gang. A whole village is just a part of their organization? How big is the whole thing, and where are they based? You missed a spot.”

Slumped over Zoro’s knees luxuriating in the feel of his fingers rubbing soothing lotion into her stinging cheeks, Nami was a bit confused by Sanji’s last remark, until Zoro made the meaning clear.

“Where? Oh, right,” Zoro shifted his fingers and rubbed some lotion deep into the crack of Nami’s ass. The feel of his greasy finger nudging the small ring of her rectum caused her to clench around his hand, and reminded her that only the preliminaries had been covered. The main event was yet to come.

“Her tail looks different from last time,” Sanji said, distracting Nami from the finger trying to invade her rectum, and giving her a whole new source of worry. “Different? How different? Why different? What were they going to do to her poor hiney this time?”

“Ranma told Usopp that she felt the stem was too thin. She was afraid it was going to snap when she was taking the plug out of Nami last time.”

Nami’s eyes widened, and not just because Zoro’s forefinger had pushed through the ring of muscle and was now wiggling deeper into her butt. She felt cold sweat trickling down her spine as her mind tried to curl up into a ball of terror at the thought of what would have happened if that last plug had broken. The embarrassment and pain of getting it out would have been horrendous. She made a mental note to beat Usopp about the head in order to drive home the point to think more when contriving things to stick up her butt. Not that she wanted him doing anymore of those. Switch that to anything to do with her health and well-being. She valued her skin and she wanted to make sure Usopp did as well. If he wanted his own to remain intact that is.

“So Usopp carved one with a thicker stem, but he was afraid it might come out, so he thickened the base a bit as well.”

Yes, I need to have a long conversation with Usopp. Nami thought around the distracting feel of Zoro adding a second finger to the first one probing her ass. Not of the sit down sort of talk, she wasn’t going to be able to wait until she could do that comfortably again. Rather the sort where she beat him around the head with a blunt object sort.

“Then he got the idea of melting some of Merry’s ballast, sort of a memento, and hollowing out the plug and filling it with a couple of pounds of lead.”

Dead, Usopp was dead. Maybe he’d fall overboard in the middle of the night while on watch?

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“Is something wrong, Usopp?” the head of the workmen in charge of outfitting the Strawhats new ship asked.

Usopp looked over at him from where he was standing with his arms wrapped around his body and sweat beading on his forehead. “I think I’m suffering from my old, Some-one-wants-to-kill-me disease. I’m sure it will pass?” he said in an uncertain voice as he looked around the cavernous boat dock, wondering why his spine felt like spiders, very large spiders, were walking up and down his back.

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Sanji watched Zoro liberally grease up the butt plug he was intending to stick up Nami-chan’s butt with a wistful look in his eyes. From his vantage point he had a nice view of her slightly distended rectum looking all pink and cute, and just begging to be filled with something hard and long. His cock twitched inside his pants.

“I could do that for you,” Sanji suggested in a wheedling tone, forgetting for once his usual habit of adding an insult to any sentence directed toward Zoro, and neglecting to add that it seemed a shame to waste the pleasures of Nami-chan’s tight little orifice on an insensient object.

Zoro gave the cook his best shiteating grin. He knew exactly what the cook was thinking. He had a few thoughts that way himself. He was going to need a session with Ranma after this. Or maybe with the new girl, Carrot. “It’s the FIrst Mate’s duty to administer ship’s punishments. But, this is a pirate ship. If you want to take over the duty you just have to challenge me for it.”

“Considering how often I’d have to get a look at your mossy ass while flogging you for sleeping on duty, I think I’ll pass,” Sanji said with an existential shudder of dread.

“Would you two stop talking about sticking things in my ass and get on with it!” Nami yelled, earning herself a greasy handprint on her already crimson ass as Zoro gave her a good smack.

“Someone seems eager,” Zoro said in his best sardonic voice. He pushed two well greased fingers up Nami’s ass and twisted them around to make sure he left a good bit of the grease behind.

“Getting that plug shoved up my butt will be a holiday compared to listening to you two girls bicker!” Nami shot back, focusing the stress from having her ass dilated into her annoyance at the two.

“Well, if that’s what you want,” was Zoro’s reply.

Nami repressed the urge to scream as Zoro placed the tip of the plug inside her distended ass and began to push. Nami had no idea if the new plug was actually bigger around than the old one. Past a certain point it was all just too fucking big. Her fingernails dug half-moons in the palms of her hands as she clenched her fists and eyes tightly shut. Stress tears trickled down her cheeks and she gasped audibly when at last the widest part of her the plug slipped past her anal ring and it closed up around the thinner neck. The broad base that the fluffy bunny tail was attached to was large enough to spread her ass-cheeks slightly, something she was very aware of as she wiggled herself off of Zoro’s lap and onto her own two feet. She staggered slightly as her rubbery legs threatened to give out under her.

“Here you go,” Zoro said with a smirk as he held out the bunny ears to her.

Nami snatched the offensive headwear out of his hand and put it on her head.

“You’re going to be the hit of the party, Nami-cwhan,” Sanji gushed.

The orange-haired navigator felt a rush of horror. She blushed crimson from her hair-line all the way to the top of her breasts as she realized her punishment was going to overlap with the christening party of their new ship. Meaning she’d be attending wearing nothing but her tail and ears. Not for one single second did Nami think Luffy would let her opt out of the festivities. Not because he would take pleasure in her discomfort, but because he would never let her sequester herself away from her friends for such a silly reason. Nami was pretty sure it would never cross Luffy’s mind that there was anything embarrassing about her situation. It was simply a silly way to punish her for slipping back into bad habits, and saved him from resorting to much harder, for him, means of doing so. Like actually discussing the issue with her.

Holding on to as much dignity as her current appearance allowed Nami scowled at the two men and asked, “Can we discuss the situation with Whisky Peak now?”

“I don’t see what there is to discuss,” Zoro said as he shoved all three of his swords through his hakama. He flicked the hilt of one of them causing it to slip slightly out of its sheath and then click back in.

“The moss-head has a point. Besides the one on the top of his head,” Sanji said as he lit up a cigarette and took a long nonchalant drag. “We won’t be caught unaware.”

Sanji exuded the epitome of cool, and then he spoiled it by suddenly looking at Nami with lust filled eyes and gushing. “Watching Nami-chwan getting punished like a naughty school girl was so stimulating.” he thrust his groin in her direction to emphasize the sizable bulge in his pants.

Of course Nami slammed a fist down on the top of his head. “This is serious, you idiot!”

Sanji was unrepentant. “Annoyed Nami-chwan is sexy as well.”

“What is your suggestion?” Zoro asked. While he was sporting an erection just as hard as Sanji’s, nothing showed in his voice, or his manner of speaking. He looked her straight in the eyes and they didn’t waver. Nami wasn’t fooled. She fully expected that he’d be fondling her rear and patting her bunny tail everytime he walked up behind her for the duration of her punishment.

“First, are we all agreed that we’ll even go to Whisky Peak? There are six other paths we could choose from.”

Sanji, back to his cool persona flicked away his cigarette and said, “We know nothing about any of them. At least with Whisky Peak we have some information, and an assured next port of call where we can stock up on food supplies.”

“And booze,” Zoro chimed in. “No telling if there are any bars at the start of any of the other pathways.”

“And loot,” Nami added her two berris. “Normally bounty hunters spend their take as quick as they get it, But if they make up the whole town all that bounty money is pooled there for the taking.” Nami shot Zoro a look. “Like you said, Luffy isn’t a real pirate. He’s not going to let us rob people who don’t try to rob or kill us first. We need to take advantage of this chance to stock up on some money we can use to buy supplies. We currently have hardly any funds. We’ll be in trouble if we take one of the other paths and encounter nothing but peaceful islands where we have no excuse to get our pirate on. So, Whisky Peak then?”

The two men nodded.

“Fine. I say we fall into the honey pot. Let them throw us a nice party, and take us right to the middle of the town. They’re going to think we’re trapped with them. They won’t know it’s the other way around. One thing. We absolutely can’t tell anyone else. The only one I’d trust is Tashigi, and she might come down with a bad case of morals. Technically bounty hunters are on the side of the law. I’d rather not make her choose. She’s having enough trouble as it is handling her situation. No need to put her in a situation where you’d have to discipline her, Zoro!”

Nami smirked as Zoro’s confident expression vanished for just a moment and he gained a deer in the headlight look. Oh yes, she was definitely going to have to do her best to put him in a position where he had to manhandle marine girl.

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Tashigi let out a loud sneeze and wiped her nose on a hankie. Her face was tear streaked and her general appearance was a mess. If she’s shown up at roll call like this Smoker would have warmed her ass. She presumed, it wasn't like she'd ever given him reason to do so. But, she was sure he’d have taken a dim view if she had. For some reason the idea of getting her ass smacked pulled up the memory of Roronoa. She quickly dismissed it, while ignoring the warmth between her legs the thought of his cruel face always inspired. He was the most pirate-like of all her new crewmates. The one she had the least doubt at all of being capable of performing the most heinous of actions, and of showing no mercy toward any female unfortunate enough to fall into his grasp.

“Feeling better, Tashigi?” Carrot asked as she snuggled up against Tashigi.

"A little. Thanks for playing plush doll, Carrot. Sorry if I got snot all over your shoulder."

"Heheh, it was worth if it you're feeling better, Tashigi-chan," Carrot said. The small rabbit girl leaned in and nuzzled her cheek against Tashigi's face. The soft fur felt good, as did Carrot's furry form as Tashigi hugged her close.

The two girls were sitting alone in a corner of the cavernous dock port. Directly in front of Tashigi was the source of her angst, Oro Jackson. The ship was almost as beautiful as a great sword, and for many of the same reasons. It was the epitome of the ship-builder’s art. No better ship had been built to date. And more importantly Tashigi was sure it had a soul, just like all the named blades. No ship could do what it had done without one. It did not deserve the **** sentence it was under. It wasn’t its fault it had been crewed by pirates.

Just like a blade it was innocent of any crime its owner might have committed. She could not reveal its location and sentence it to ****. But, she could not keep the secret of its existence, and location, and remain a marine. She had to stay with the Strawhats until Smoker came for her and Carrot, at that point she would have to resign.

Originally when that painful thought had occurred she had imagined leaving the strawhats to roam the world vanquishing evil and saving swords from unworthy owners. But, she now knew she had a different duty.

Roronoa had told the truth about Luffy not being a pirate in anything but name. The so-called captain and leader of the strawhats was a babe in the woods. If he had an evil bone in his body it was a rubber gag bone. No, Tashigi knew who the real pirate was. It was Roronoa. She even had a good idea of why he was letting Luffy assume the role as captain.

Luffy was a sacrificial goat. When the marines caught up with the Strawhats Luffy would go to the execution stand. Roronoa would likely collect the bounty and claim he was merely stalking the fool until he could turn him over to the marines. He was a bounty hunter after all. Tashigi was convinced that Luffy’s bounty had been instigated by Roronoa, likely for the same reason a farmer fattened a goose.

Tashigi had a vague memory of the weather witch scaring the crap out of Miss. Wednesday by hinting at the horrendous crimes a pirate would have to commit to earn a bounty that big. There was no way Luffy could have possibly done anything so heinous as to deserve such a bounty. Roronoa on the other hand could, and likely had, done such things, and would in the future.

Tashigi knew that once Luffy was taken care of all the helpless females in the crew would be at Roronoa’s mercy, of which Tashigi was sure he had none. She had to stay with the Strawhats and protect the naive innocents from the diabolical machinations of Roronoa. Even if it meant throwing her own body between them and him.

Tashigi’s thighs clamped together as that virtuous thought sent a frisson of pleasure through her nether regions.