Yes, and then on to Whisky Peak

Nami woke feeling pleasantly full, and with the taste of dick in her mouth. Not an unusual occurrence in her life, but it was the first time she’d enjoyed herself so much getting into this situation. She snuggled deeper into the soft furry blanket she was sleeping on, enjoying the feel of it against her naked skin, only to come fully awake when her blanket whimpered like a kicked puppy.

Her eyes flew open and Nami stared at the long fluffy red fur her head was snuggled down into. Memory re-booted and she recalled sitting on a bench with Carrot and Tashigi, licking the cum off of each other’s faces. They’d all been enjoying a nice buzz. Carrot from a single mug of beer, Tashigi from half a bottle of good wine, and she herself had worked her way through a couple of bottles of high grade sake.

A few feet away their brand new ship’s ninja, who was more than a little plastered himself, was showing off his skills by producing shadow clones. The demonstration was not that impressive, to say the least. Clearly ninjas should not jutsu drunk.

It did get a lot of laughs, however.

Naruto, being young had a fragile ego it seemed, and to silence the laughter at his expense he’d pulled out his show-stopper and transformed into a twelve foot long four tailed fire-red fox. Literally fire, flames actually flickered around him for a few seconds after the transformation.

Carrot’s eyes had gone wide and the bunny had giggled out, “What a cute foxy.”

“Cute! I’ll show you cute, you dumb bunny! This fox is going to have bunny pussy for dessert.” The fox had growled and dropped into a pounce position.

Before Naruto could carry out his threat, Carrot had squealed out, “Fluffy Foxy!” and the next instant was hugging the gigantic fox around the neck tightly enough to cut off his wind. Nami and Tashigi had piled on and all three girls had revelled in how soft and fluffy the foxy was. Somewhere around that time Nami must have fallen asleep still entwined with the two other girls and the fox.

Nami lifted up her body enough so she could look over the slim, for its size, leg in front of her. Just enough to let her see that Carrot was snuggled up against the back of the fox, with her arms wrapped around his neck and her face pressed deep into the ruff of his neck. The fox’s eyes were open and he rolled them toward Nami with a pleading expression. He must have shifted slightly because Carrot murmured in her sleep and tightened her grip, causing Naruto’s eyes to bug slightly and his very long tongue to loll out of the side of his mouth in a theatrical display. Nami supposed she should save him, in a few minutes.

As she snuggled down into her furry comforter Nami’s thought turned to the day ahead of her. It was likely to be a very long one. They were going to set out on the next leg of their journey, on their almost brand new ship. Right after christening her/him, she wasn’t sure which gender Luffy considered their new craft.

By rolling her head to the left Nami could make out the old figurehead of the Going Merry which had been attached to the bow of their new ship. It was far better proportioned for this one. It had looked huge on the Going Merry. The mass of solid wood it was carved from had been needed to balance the living quarters that took up the stern of their old ship. Here it was just a figurehead. Luffy was sprawled bonelessly between the ram’s head’s horns. It looked like the head was going to remain his favorite seat. Frankly she was surprised that Luffy hadn’t fucked Ranma on top of it yet. It was likely only a matter of time.

Nami smirked. She had a bet going with Sanji that when Luffy named the new ship, Merry was going to be part of the name in some way. Frankly Nami would not be surprised if Luffy named it Going Merry Two.

All good things must come to an end, including pirate parties and sleeping in. There was work to be done if they were going to set sail today. The residue of the party needed to be cleaned up, the punishment frame stored away until they needed it again. The food supply needed restocking of whatever had been depleted by the party, and finally, making sure all lines were snug and all sails unfrayed.

Three hours later the entire Strawhat pirate crew were standing on the main deck looking up at the enormous valves that marked the exit from the underground repair dock. All sails were furled, ready to be dropped as soon as they slid out into the ocean. The only thing left was for Luffy to formally announce the ship’s new name.

Luffy was standing right behind the figurehead with a bottle of champagne in his hand. Nami expected him to stretch his arm out just far enough to smack the emblem of their ship with it, but instead he shot his hand, on the end of his arm, at least three hundred feet into the air.

“Don’t you dare break her before we even sail!” Nami screamed out in fear that her stupid captain might actually do that.

Luffy seemed to ignore her and brought the bottle down toward the bow at a blazing clip, only to pause just before the point of impact and lightly tap the old figurehead on the nose with the bottle in his hand. He used just enough **** to break the bottle and send a cascade of expensive bubbling wine all over the face of their brand new ship.

“I name you, Big! Little! Sis!” Luffy cried out at the top of his lungs.

Later, while they waited for the big door to open Luffy explained. Their new ship was Merry’s little sis, but she was a lot bigger than Merry, so, Big little Sis, Little Sis for short.

It was a very Luffy like name and it was now too late to change it. Nami made a mental note to not allow Luffy to name their next ship. And there was going to be a next ship, she was sure of that. Maybe if they could get a ship built out of the Treasure Wood from the Tree Adam like the Oro Jackson it would be able to survive being crewed by their idiots, but even then Nami was a bit skeptical.

Sailing out through a door three hundred feet high and two hundred wide should have been awe inspiring, but it sort of paled after you’d experienced Laboon. Looking back as they closed and seeing the outer shell meld seamlessly into the mountain was something else. Even knowing it was there Nami could not see any sign of its existence. Which made sense once you considered that reverse mountain had been the main route for pirates heading to the grand line for the last twenty years the Oro Jackson had rested inside the repair dock. If the door had been easy to spot it would have been.

A few minutes later Little Sis healed over and headed in the direction the Log Pose was pointing. The grand line compass had been a gift from Crocus and was much more durable than the flimsy one that Sanji had broken with Luffy’s head.

Nami wanted to get a feel for the ship so only a few of her sails were unfurled, but even so she was making better time than the Merry would have in this wind. Nami felt a sense of satisfaction at being out on the ocean again. This was her place, the place where she had total control. She hummed happily. The sky was clear, the wind was fair, and this heading should take them to Whiskey Peak in short order.

“Raft! Raft ahead!” Carrot called down from where she was perched on the tip of the main mast, two hundred feet above.

Usopp hurried to climb up high enough in the rigging to let him see over the horizon so he could see what Carrot had spotted. He pulled down his goggles and fiddled with the focus before letting out a snort of disgust. “It’s them! Those two whale hunters,” Usopp called down to Nami. After a minute he added, “We’ll miss them by half-a-mile on our present course, but they look like they’re in distress.”

It was Nami’s turn to let out a snort of disgust. Rule of the sea, you did not leave stranded sailors behind. Don Krieg using that unwritten law to his advantage was one of the reasons he had been so hated. But it was unlikely those two nimrods had a fully armed battleship waiting over the horizon for them to sabotage Little Sis and make her ****.

“Tell me when I’m on the right course!” Nami yelled up to Carrot and Usopp as she slowly heeled the ship over.

Little Sis had only diverged about five degrees from her previous course when Usopp called out, “Mark, that’s it.”

Nami held the course and in a half-hour they pulled up alongside the wallowing log raft the two cos-play idiots were using for a craft. During the trip Nami had given some instructions and it was Naruto and two of his clones at the rail who hailed the two and offered conditional assistance. The clones were wearing huge obviously fake mustaches. Why, Nami had no idea. She facepalmed when she noticed that Luffy, Carrot, and Ranma were also wearing them.

Nami made a mental note to bitch slap Naruoto the first chance she got. The last thing she needed was someone adding to the insanity that was the crew of the Strawhat pirates. Of course the mustaches might have been Luffy’s idea? She guessed she’d have to give their new ninja a bit of slack.

“Do you need help!” Naruto yelled down at the two.

“Yes. Pirates stole our log pose and set us adrift. We desperately need to get back to our home port. We can offer you a warm welcome and a chance to resupply if you need it.”

Nami smirked. That was a nice start, they were going to be so shocked when they came over the rail they were sure to give away a few things if she hit them with the right question at just the right time.

A slim hand latched onto the rail as Naruto-prime reached out to help Miss. Wednesday board. Nami prepared for the moment when their eyes met and they hit ultimate shock value.

“Miss Wednesday-chawn! You must be freezing and cold. Allow me to warm you up!” Sanji gushed as he twirled into place between Nami and Miss. Wednesday and threw a warm blanket over her shoulder, and himself, and hugged her tight against his body, dry humping her as he did so.

“You idiot!” Nami screamed, punching Sanji in the top of the head.

Shocked, in the wrong way, Miss. Wednesday screamed, “You pervert!” while kneeing the cook in the balls. The pervert chef fell to the deck with his hands over his balls and a growing lump on his head.

Trying to salvage something from the ruin of her plans, Nami put on her most menacing smile and said, “Welcome back Miss. Wednesday. You left so soon. That was impolite! I had so many more things I wanted to ask you!”

Nami was rewarded for her efforts by seeing the girl’s face turn pale. In rapid succession Miss. Wednesday swept her eyes from person to person, confirming that she was once again in the power of the Strawhats.

Nami let the moment drag out as she contemplated what line of questioning to take, only to have her train of thought interrupted by Carrot calling out. “Snow!” in an excited voice.

Followed by, “I want to make a snowman,” From Luffy.

Cold wet drops cooled Nami’s skin as she glared at the sudden blizzard that had appeared out of nowhere. In mere minutes the boat had over a foot of thick damp snow covering the deck and causing the sails to sag. Any hope of having a proper interrogation fled as their beloved idiot captain reverted to childhood along with Usopp and Carrot, with Ranma joining in by pegging snowballs at anyone who let their guard drop. It took a lot of bitch slapping on Nami’s part to get them to beat the snow off the sails before they were at risk of tearing.

Zoro, who was napping against a railing didn’t even stir as he turned into a lump of snow.

The snow was just the start. Over the next half-a-day the weather seemed to shift every few minutes. From snow they went to a tropical downpour, to wild gusting wind, the sea currents seemed to shift at random and Nami found herself unable to leave the helm for even a second less they end up off course.

Crocus and the senior workers at the repair dock had warned them, her in particular, that the entrance to the grand line was subject to this sort of chaos, but it was impossible to believe anything like they were experiencing was possible until you had actually experienced it. Nami was exhausted and sore to the bone when the weather finally calmed down and they found themselves sailing through pleasant summer weather with Whiskey Peak directly in front of them.

Nami felt satisfaction as she looked at the upcoming island, which seemed to consist mostly of mountain sized cactus. Complete, if what she’d been told was true, with spines that were actually grave markers. She looked at the hundreds, if not thousands of what she knew to be simple white crosses and wondered just how many pirates the inhabitants of Whiskey Peak had slaughtered. She shuddered in revulsion. No matter how much she hated pirates, she didn’t think all the ones who had made port here deserved to be butchered like hogs in a slaughterhouse.

Her mood was not improved when Miss. Wednesday and Mr. Nine abandoned ship and swam toward shore. She consoled herself that they would meet again, and she would get her answers.

But, just to be safe, she directed an order to the cook who was enjoying his first cigarette since the weather had turned, and turned and turned. “Sanji, keep her alive when we get onshore. I have questions for our little run-away rich girl.”

“I always intended to, Nami-chawn. Your mercy makes you even more beautiful.”

Nami let it slide. Mercy was the last thing on her mind in regards to the Miss. Wednesday. No need to burden the chef with that.

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Everything had gone pretty much as Nami, Sangi, and Zoro had planned. Upon arriving at Whisky Peak the entire town had turned out to welcome them and throw them a party. Upon which they proceeded to try and get them drunk and overfed to the extent that they all passed out or fell into a food coma.

Nami had wondered about that last part, until she overheard them talking about how the Government paid thirty percent more for live bounties than dead. It seemed that Miss. Wednesday had padded the truth when talking about how murderous the town was. Most of the crosses on the mountains were for show. But not all of them. It made her feel a bit more charitable to the townsfolk, but not much.

Once the Bounty hunters left the bar Sanji slipped out the back to find Miss Wednesday and keep an eye on her, while Zoro slipped up to the roof to start a distraction. That didn’t take long and as soon as Nami heard the commotion outside she stripped naked and pulled a paper thin custom black bodysuit out of her side bag. The entire thing could be crumpled up small enough to fit in her hand, but was large enough that It fit her body like a glove, and once she smoothed out the wrinkles it looked like she’d been painted black, every curve and indentation of her shape clearly outlined. Over this outfit she tossed a mottled grey and black cloak of the same material that broke up the outline of her body and turned her almost totally invisible in the shadows.

Nami had paid a pretty penny for this outfit, but it had paid for itself many times over, and it was going to do that again, the cat-thief thought as she slipped out the side of the bar and headed for the residential area of the town.

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Ranma-chan waited until Nami had left the room, and then sat up and examined the situation.

Unlike Nami and Zoro who had simply out drunk their opponents, Ranma had used the technique that had allowed her to win the Martial Arts Eating Contest way back when. She’d used her speed to invisibly move her food onto her opponents plate, in his case she’d dumped her glasses and mugs of booze into the drink containers of the people sitting with her.

Ranma knew she had to move quickly, this might be her last chance to go male and upgrade the other girls before they faced serious opponents. If she could, that is. Fortunately there was hot water in the kitchen next to the bar, and luckily it wasn’t too hot. She could use Haki to insulate herself, but then the hot water would have no effect. Getting drenched with boiling water was no treat, even if her skin was tough enough to stand it.

Restored to masculinity, Ranma examined the comatose forms of Carrot and Tashigi. Technically he supposed if this was going to work they really didn’t need to be awake, but using their bodies sexually while they were unaware didn’t sit well with him. Plus, where was the fun in that. He didn’t get to swing a dick very often and he’d much prefer the feel of his partner squirming under him as he filled her with his meat.

Ranma ignored the little voice in the back of his mind that suggested that sex might not even be needed.

Fortunately Ranma had a solution to his current problem. One of the first pressure points he had ever learned was the, “Wake-Up-you-Fucking-Drunk” pressure point. Even the drunkest of fat pigs could be shocked into a state of sobriety for a short period of time using this point. Long enough at least for a young Ranma to get his pop back to wherever they were sleeping that night.

That should give him more than enough time to give both Carrot and Tashigi a good hard fuck before they passed out again.

Carrot should be the easiest, Ranma decided. Unlike Tashigi all he’d have to do is ask with her and she’d happily engage in some hot bunny sex.

Ranma rolled Carrot over onto her back and stripped off her clothing before moving her onto one of the tables, leaving her legs sprawled open and dangling over the edge from the knees. He placed his hand on her belly and then focused on his inner energy. Ranma tried to feel if there was any weird energy inside him that might indicate the devil fruit power he might have.

Ranma’s eyes widened as he felt something very distinct from his usual chi. Not really knowing how to do this, he tried to move it around in his body. His intention was to see if he could infuse it into his balls and inject it deep into the part of Carrot he hoped to influence. Instead the instant he tried to direct it the energy flooded down his arms and into Carrot, causing her to twitch in her sleep and let out a low moan as her pussy spasmed and squirted a large amount of juice all over Ranma’s belly.

“Damn, is that all there is to it?” Ranma said, both shocked, and a bit disappointed. His cock was erect and ready to go to work, and now it seemed it had nothing to do. Well, except to confirm that Carrot really had a bottomless cunt now.

But, first things first. Ranma rolled Carrot over onto her belly and dragged her back until her legs hung over the edge with her toes dangling a couple of inches above the floor and her bubble butt and fluffy tail at just the right height to fondle and fuck. He found the base of her spine with his fingers and then slid them up the ridge of her back until he found just the right point to press. Adding a bit of warm chi to make it more effective Ranma pressed his thumb firmly into the right pressure point, and then shoved hard, causing Carrot’s spine to shift just slightly. The rabbit girl let out a gasp as a burst of hormones temporarily countered the influence of the booze in her system.

Carrot let out a squeal and jerked upright, only to be flattened against the top of the table when Ranma slapped a hand between the middle of her shoulders. “Garchu, Carrot-chan,” Ranma purred as his fingers slipped between the bunny-girl’s legs and stroked her sex.

“Garchu,” Carrot replied out of habit as she twisted her head around to look at the man who was holding her down so effortlessly. It had been a long time since she’d met a male who could do that and her animal instincts reacted positively to the presence of a strong male taking a dominant position. She lubricated quickly and Ranma’s finger were soon causing squelching noises as it pumped in and out of her juicy pussy.

“Do I know you?” Carrot gasped as the strange man’s fingers seemed to hit all the right spots.

“Captain Ryoga at your service, Carrot-chan. We met earlier but you were maybe a little drunk at the time. You promised me the best fuck of my life, then passed out.”

“Oh, sorry,” Carrot apologized. Then she wiggled her butt and clenched her pussy around Ranma’s fingers. “But I’m awake now, so if your still ready, want to fuck!.”

“Bunny-girl, I’m always ready!” Ranma boasted as he added a second finger to the one he was sliding in and out of Carrot’s tight quim. At the same time the hand he was using to hold her in place lightly stroked her back, savoring the strange, but pleasant, feel of her fur. Ranma had spent a lot of time cuddling with Carrot as a girl, and knew that while her cunt felt, and tasted, perfectly natural, her body felt nothing like a human girl. That was not a bad thing. She was the plushy bedtoy Ranma had never dared express a desire for.

Ranma wished he had time to spend hours fucking Carrot, but he had to get this done before one of others came back, or Carrot passed out when the pressure point wore off. He fisted his cock with one hand and brought it to bear on Carrot’s tiny twat. He leaned in and pressed the tip against her moist folds and gave a sigh at the feel of Carrot’s slightly warmer than human flesh engulfing the bulbous head of his dick. Ranma still thought that girl’s had it all over guys when it came to sex, but there were some nice perks to doing it as a guy and one of them was being in charge. Not usually his thing, but occasionally it was nice.

Ranma worked his hips back and forth as Carrot let out little grunts and groans as his girth stretched her. He was bigger than any of the guys who had fucked her at the party, bigger than anyone on the crew except Zoro, and of course Luffy when he wanted to be. She was incredibly tight, but Ranma had no way of knowing if that was because it was natural for her, or if his alteration of her body had done it. No matter what the reason, he was enjoying the sensation of having to **** his way into her body.

“Ahhhh, huh, huh, huh,’ Carrot grunted and gasped with each inward thrust from Ranma, and at last she let out a shrill cry as Ranma’s cock reached a barrier in the back of her cunt, and pressed forward through it. The little rabbit-girl squealed and clamped down on Ranma as a powerful orgasm shook her whole body and caused her ears to flop back and forth as her head thrashed from side to side.

Having breached the barrier at the back of Carrot’s cunt, Ranma gave a long drawn out hiss as pleasure as his thick shaft slid up into her all the way to the balls. The small girl had at least twelve inches of wrist thick cock inside her body, and rather than being in distress she was having orgasm after orgasm as she did her best to pinch Ranma off at the root. Experiment a success, Ranma gloated even as he enjoyed the side-benefits. So much so that he wasn’t able to hold off his own orgasm.

“Ahhhh, yeah, take it, bunny-girl,” Ranma gasped as he unloaded his balls and filled Carrot’s belly with his seed. The girl lifted her legs and wrapped them around him from behind as she tried to pull him in even closer to her. He could feel ripples running under her white fur as her muscles convulsed from the powerful orgasm.

“Heeeeeiiiiiiaaaa,” Carrot cried out in one long wavering cry as her final orgasm proved too much for her and she passed out. Either that or the pressure point had worn off and the booze was once again affecting her.

Feeling a bit shaky by how well Carrot had responded Ranma slowly dragged his softening cock out of her overstretched twat, When it popped free a steady flow of his cum began to leak out of her distended bunny cunt.

After he got his breath back Ranma lifted Carrot down from the table top and arranged her so she was laying in Tashigi’s grip. Having proven that intercourse was not needed to modify a girl, and not currently being able to get his dick up without a derrick, one of the downsides of being a guy, Ranma settled for laying his bare hand against Tashigi’s belly and sending his ability into her. He felt the flow and an almost snap feeling as it took place and he trusted that everything had gone well. The way the **** Tashigi bucked and dampened the crotch of her pants was a good indication.

“If you and Zoro can get your act together you’re both going to have a very interesting first time,” Ranma muttered as he adjusted Tashigi so she was cuddled up face to muzzle with Carrot.

“Just one more to go!” Ranma said in anticipation. He liberated a set of clothes from one of the comatose bounty hunters Nami had drunk under the table and left the bar.

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Nami was delighted. The brawl Zoro had started had drawn everyone in the town to the waterfront and left her free to loot their personal residences of all their portable wealth. It was sad really, how unimaginative they were in regards to how they hid their loot. Loose floorboards were the most common, followed by hollowed out walls. Nami estimated she’d managed to acquire nearly ten million berie in liquid assets. She left behind anything that would require a pawn shop or fence. She didn’t have the time, or any interest in only receiving ten percent of the actual value.

It was time to head back to the bar and see how Zoro was doing. Nami secured the top of her loot bag, and was just bracing herself to throw it over her shoulder when an arm reached around her waist and pulled her back against a muscular male body, grinding a sizable erection into the cleft of her ass, even as another hand reached around and squeezed one of her tits with painful ****.

“Hey there, Nami-chan,” a hatefully familiar voice purred in her ear as the owner continued to **** her nearly naked tit.

“Captain Ryoga! What the fuck are you doing here?” Nami demanded as she struggled to escape.

“I could ask you the same thing, sweet-cheeks,” the bastard whispered in her ear as he ground himself against her ass. He pressed his hand firmly against her belly and she felt a warm sensation that seemed to flow all the way through her body, and had her cunt clenching as a small orgasm caused her to squirt.

“What did you do to me!” Nami demanded with a gasp.

“Just a little taste of what you could have if you left that crew of losers you’ve hooked up with and came to work for me as my navigator. My current one isn’t worth shit. I may have to give him swimming lessons in the near future. I don’t expect him to do very well.” Captain Ryoga said in a matter of fact voice.

“My captain doesn’t give up on his crew that easily,” Nami said. “He’d track me down, turn your ships into splinters and likely strap me into the punishment frame for a week.”

“Pity that.” the bastard said with a sign of regret. “As to what I’m doing here. I’ve been told that there is a good chance that any pirate ship that comes this way doesn’t go any further than here. Figured it was a good place to check up on my missing red-head seeing as how there is no sign of her in the East Blue.”

“I didn’t see any sign of her, and if she came through here more than a day or so ago the people in this town would have likely moved her down the line. You can ask them for yourself. We’ll be done and gone from here a short bit.”

“Sounds like a plan. But, before you and I part ways again, I have a favor to ask,” Ryoga asked as his hands shifted to her shoulders and turned her around so she was facing him. As soon as he did she drove her leg upward with all her might, intending to squash his balls with her knee. It was a move that had taken down a lot of strong pirates who’d underestimated her. But not Ryoga it seemed. Her knee was a fraction of an inch from his balls when his thighs squeezed inward and caught her leg, holding it frozen in place.

“That wasn’t very friendly, slut,” Ryoga growled. “I was trying to be nice! Because, we have a bit of a history, and I might need you to have a good impression of me in the future!”

“You can’t blame a girl for trying!” Nami protested as she winced in pain from the pressure he was putting on her shoulders as he **** her down to her knees in front of him.

“Can’t I?” Ryoga remarked as he released one of her shoulders to undo the front of his pants and let out a monster of a cock. “Funny, I’ve never had a problem doing that.”

Nami swallowed nervously. The time he’d **** her she’d been a bit preoccupied gagging on Buggy’s guard’s cock and hadn’t realized Ryoga was so big.

“But, maybe you’re right. I’ll make you a deal. Get me off, and I’ll call us even, this time!” Ryoga cupped the back of her head with a hand and pulled her toward his bobbing cock.

“Fuck! Fine!” Nami cursed, as she opened her mouth and allowed him to shove the fat tip inside. His pre-cum flooded her taste buds even as her jaws strained to accommodate his size. She was annoyed to find that he tasted really good, like fantastic, with an after-taste that seemed a bit familiar, but was tasty as well.

It wasn’t Nami’s first rodeo, not by a long shot. But she couldn’t remember ever blowing an opponent who didn’t taste at least a little disgusting. The only guy’s she’d ever sucked that tasted better than Ryoga were her nakama. It had actually been a bit of a revelation to her that guys could taste good. She’d always put that down to the spice of friendship and honest affection, as unbearably corny as that was. But, she was fucked if she was going to put this guy into that category. Maybe it was her body reacting to the fact he had basically handed her the key to One Piece on a platter?

“Oh, come on, whore! You can do better than that! I told you to suck me off. I want to feel my balls resting on your chin in the next thirty seconds, or I’ll do it for you!”

Nami sweated, She’d deep throated guys as big as this bastard, but it had never been pleasant. It was always less so when they helped. Trying to control her gag reflex as a salve to her pride she pushed her head forward until she felt the bulbous tip of his cock pressing against the top of her throat. She drew in a deep breath through her nose, and then pushed forward.

“Guk, huk, huk,” Nami spilled tears of anger and frustration as the cock in her throat proved too thick for her to handle without obviously ****. She could just imagine how satisfying the bastard face-**** her was enjoying the sound effects. She did the only thing she could to silence her reaction, she pushed forward again, swallowing the thick hunk of meat deep enough that it cut off her air, and silenced her gagging. She swallowed convulsively, and did her best to ignore her body’s demand that she breathe. She could hold her breath for a good five minutes, more than long enough to get this bastard off she told herself.

Nami **** her head forward, again, and was surprised to feel the soft pressure of Ryoga’s balls coming to rest on her chin. That was easier than I expected, ran through her mind even as her throat convulsed around the intruding object and her cunt clenched as liquid trickled down her inner thighs. To her shame she realized she’d just had a small orgasm. That had never happened before when she was blowing a guy, not even with her crew-mates. What the fuck was with this bastard? How come she reacted so strongly to him?”

Nami’s eyes had been clenched shut, but now they opened wide so she found herself staring at her rapists muscular abs. His power! That had to be it! The bastard had done the same thing to her that he had done to Ranma! He’d used his devil fruit, whatever it was, to modify her body to make her a better cock socket. She was going to kill him!

Making use of her new, unwelcome, ability, Nami began to bob her head up and down on the bastard’s full length, taking him from the tip to the root in a smooth steady manner. She never got a handle on her gag reflex, however. As she worked the bastard’s cock she could feel her spit and his slime running down the sides of her face. She could imagine what a mess she must look like to an outside observer. She added it to Ryoga’s tab. Maybe she could find a devil fruit that would let her kill him more than once. She imagined all the different ways she might end him as her head moved up and down on his cock. Her dreams of slaughter were so distracting that that she was taken by surprise when Ryouga clamped his hands on her head and held her firmly in place as he blew his nuts down her throat, before pushing her back so the last few spurts hit her straight in the face, forcing her to clamp her eyes shut. At the same time she bent over coughing violently as her body reacted to the sperm that had been **** into her airway.

By the time Nami regained control and cleaned off her face with her cloak, Ryoga was gone. Well of course he was. A sudden burst of fear filled her as she remembered that Ranma was lying **** in the bar. What if Ryoga should discover her? Uncaring if she was seen, Nami slung her bag of loot over her shoulder and headed for the bar as fast as she could, dreading that she might find Ranma missing when she got there.

[for those who call bulshit on what Ranma did to the girls, you’ve clearly never read One-piece. His ability is small potatoes compared to the bullshit other devil-fruit users pull off in the manga]

[Not sure when I'll do another chapter. Comments might help there. I'm going to focus on my new story. "Those Fucking Aliens" an original story, for the next little bit]