Ranma's infiltration a success

{This story is very random. I am using the storyline of One Piece to guide the action, but I don't know from one chapter to the next what I'm going to do. This universe is not the same as the one in One Piece, however, as if that hasn't been made clear by now. Limited free-use will be a big part of the story. The position of Cabin Girl, with the duties of looking after the sexual needs of the crew will be a thing. Any suggestions or story lines that might fit in the context of this will be given due consideration. If anyone wants to write in this universe let me know and I'll open up the story so you can]

Author's note: I've added material to the introduction. It really didn't have a good lead up to the story so I added a section at the bottom to try and fix that.

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The pirate whose clothing Ranma had liberated had the color sense of a dog. Meaning he had to have been color blind to wear them. A shirt with orange and green strips over a vivid blue base. Pants with alternating purple and pink bands, pointy toed shoes with bells on the tips, and last but not least a large purple hat festooned with a half a dozen different types of feathers. Ranma had never seen an outfit designed more to draw attention to the wearer. It was perfect, first because among Buggy’s pirates it fit right in, and second, it was so distinctive that every pirate who he passed saw the clothing and not the person who was wearing them. Cries of greetings were called out to ‘Chad’ from numerous drunk pirates as Ranma wended his way into the bowels of the big bar Buggy had confiscated in the middle of Orange Town and turned into his base camp, looking for the treasure room.

Ranma figured the treasure room would be easy to spot. In a building full of pirates, there was no way the captain would leave it unguarded. It turned out Ranma was right. In what had once been the hallway containing the bar’s offices, Ranma spotted a heavy iron bound door, and a pirate that likely had to stoop when he walked down the halls. Standing up he had to be over eight feet tall. Even sitting, his head was higher than Ranma. He was dressed up in an outfit that resembled an old time circus strong man, complete with a shaved head and a handlebar mustache.

The giant wasn’t alone. It seemed that things had not gone as smoothly for Nami as she had claimed it would. Unless being forcefully face-fucked by a cock that had to be well over a foot long had been part of her plan.

Between the circus strongman’s legs was the familiar orange-haired girl, her mouth wrapped around the big man’s dick. Nami’s lips had been **** into a tight oval due to the girth of the cock she was sucking while her jaws looked on the verge of dislocation. Her hands were pressed against the giant’s legs as she tried to control the pace of her face-fucking, without much luck.

Nami was making Guk, Guk, Guk, noises as a hand on the top of her head encouraged her to swallow as much of the oversized shaft as she could, and a bit more. Her **** sounds were accompanied by frequent gagging and a thick sheen of saliva covered the shaft of the giant’s dick. Nabiki’s chin was covered in her own spit and the giant’s precum. Bubbles formed and popped around the joint created by her lips and the giant’s flesh as she gagged and coughed around the oversized member.

“Hey Chad, look what the captain sent me,” the big man said, waving an oversized jug in the air before taking a big swig from it. His throat worked as he took a heavy draw on the jug and he let out a satisfied sigh when he came up for air. “Because guarding is such thirsty work, he said,” The man giggled, which sounded fucking weird coming out of a body that big. “This little cum-socket tried to convince me that it was just the bottle. But I knew the captain wouldn’t send a bottle with a cunt if he didn’t expect me to use her. She must have pissed him off.”

“You got a point,” Ranma replied absently as he watched Nami suck the man’s cock. Tears were streaming down her cheeks to join the spit covering her chin, but he was pretty sure they were the result of anger, or maybe the stress of having to suck such a huge cock, and not shame. He should have been outraged on her behalf. But instead he found himself jealous that it wasn’t his cock she was sucking. The cock that was twitching and swelling in his pants clearly shared his sentiments.

“Hey, Chad, how abouts you break in her cunt for me. So she don’t split open like the last one did,” the guard requested in a voice that was definitely slurred.

Ranma took in the sight of Nami being face-fucked, and then the jug the big man was waving around. There wasn’t a single doubt in Ranma’s mind that whatever was in the jug was **** and only the fact the man was so fucking big had kept him from passing out. Something Nami couldn’t have planned for. Sure sucked to be her. She should have taken him up on Ranma’s offer to accompany her. Then she wouldn’t be in this position.

Ranma idly fondled his cock through the cloth of his ugly pants. If he took out the giant he’d blow his cover, and maybe bring the whole crew down on himself. And explaining why to Nami would be impossible without telling her who he was.

Ranma ignored the fact that his original plan had called for knocking out the guard and that he would have no obligation to tell Nabiki, er, Nami, a damn thing.

As his cock grew fully erect Ranma decided It would be far easier to let the **** take effect on the giant, but that meant he’d have to play along until it did, and that meant fucking Nami.

It was the smart thing to do, and Nami had told him herself that it was the one of the hazards of being a girl in a world of pirates. If she didn’t want to end up in this sort of situation she should have taken up some other line of work. Plus, Ranma owed her big time for what she’d done to him on the boat, shaming Ranma’s girl side the way she had.

Having justified his intention to behave like a total bastard Ranma acted on the directions coming from his little brain.

Ranma sank down behind Nabiki’s skirt covered ass, his hands freeing his cock from his stolen trousers as it did so. It sprang out into the air, eager as a dog being taken outside for a walk, only in this case it wanted to stroll right into Nami’s cunt.

Ranma shoved Nami’s skirt up over her ass and revealed that she was wearing skin tight short-shorts underneath that might as well have been painted on for all they concealed. Those took a bit of effort to roll down over her hips and as he did the tempo of **** and gagging from the other end shifted as Nami realized she was about to be spit-roasted by two pirates.

Nami was wearing panties under her shorts, but they rolled down her legs along with her shorts. Ranma was too impatient to wait to work them all the way off. As soon as they were down far enough he shuffled forward, eager to lose his virginity. This created a bit of a problem as the tough material of the rolled up shorts **** Nami’s legs together and made access to her cunt a bit trickier, not to mention tighter. On the other hand her inner thighs were slick with lubrication, indicating that however else she might personally feel about being face-fucked by the big pirate, her body was eager for more.

As Ranma shoved the tip of his dick between Nami’s thighs, her free hands left their position on the giant’s thighs and reached around to try and bat him away. Ranma grabbed her flailing arms and with one hand pinned both her wrists in the small of her back while his other hand kept his cock on target.

Without her hands against the giant’s thighs to somewhat control the situation Nami had more to worry about than Ranma. Her gags cut off as several inches of cock were **** into her throat. Fortunately for her the giant seemed to have learned from prior experience that the quality of his blow-jobs decreased if he choked his partners ****. He tangled his fat fingers in Nami’s hair and pulled her head up to the point where she could snort air in through her nose, barely. “Ah, nothing better than the feel of a girl gasping around your dick, eh, Chad?” the giant asked in a bleery voice. The hand holding the jug slipped off his thigh and dangled over the floorboards, the now mostly empty jug falling over on its side.

Ranma was oblivious to this. Thanks to his experience as a female, and his bodysense as a premier martial artist he had more success at finding the pot of gold than most virgins. The tip of his cock slipped into something warm and welcoming and he thrust forward with his hips, sinking several inches of his sizable shaft into Nami’s twat. He might not be as big as the strongman, but with Nabiki’s legs clamped shut the way they were he likely felt like he was. His action **** the trapped girl’s body forward and her nose dipped toward the base of the giant’s cock again, cutting off her air. Fortunately in order to increase the wonderful feeling of Nami’s hot warm flesh enveloping his dick, Ranma took hold of her wrists with both hands and using them like reins he dragged her backward onto his dick even as he thrust forward. A muffled squeal came from Nami as Ranma’s thighs smacked against her ass, quickly cut off as Ranma’s thrust **** her to swallow a good fourteen inches of cock thicker than her own wrist. Only the physical rules of this reality let Nami survive the penetration, but she was going to have trouble swallowing anything solid for a few days.

Ranma dragged Nami back toward him in an effort to get even more of his cock inside her warm body. Her tightly clenched legs made that impossible, but it did have the effect of dragging Nami almost all the way off the giant’s cock. The guard let out a soft groan as he flickered on the edge of consciousness. His cock pulsed and began to fill Nami’s mouth with thick spunk. The flow was more than Nami could swallow, distracted as she was by the feeling of being stuffed from the other side. Ranma redoubled his efforts to pull Nabiki onto his cock like a too tight sock and accidentally prevented a disaster when his selfish behavior caused the head of the guard’s cock popped free of Nami’s mouth and sprayed sperm all over her face, forcing her to clamp her eyes shut to keep it out of them.

Ranma was pretty much oblivious to this. Even though he had not suffered from any sexual frustration back in his old reality, he had brought all the memories of that time with him and he had a lot pent up now that he was in a reality where sex made up a big part of the culture. Plus he was a virgin. All Ranma could think of was to pound Nami as hard and as fast as he could and ease the pressure in his guts and balls once and for all. Needless to say he didn’t last long.

“Ahhhhhhh!” Ranma gasped as he felt himself explode deep inside Nami. He **** her forward so her face was smashed into the slime covered cock of the comatose guard and pounded away at her as he emptied his full balls into her clenching vessel. Only when the last drip had been drained from his cock did he sigh in satisfaction and stop moving. He savored the feel of Nami’s cunt pulsing around him as the both of them gasped from the intense effort.

In truth, while Ranma did enjoy dumping a huge load of cum into Nami’s womb, he had gained more satisfaction from for once getting one over on a manipulative bitch than from the sexual release. It had felt good, but paled in comparison to the pleasure he had experienced as a girl. Once again it seemed that there were some things that were more fun as a girl than a guy.

Ranma reluctantly pulled himself free of Nami’s twitching cunt and released her wrists, allowing her to roll over onto her ass. She brought her hands to her face and tried to scrub the spunk away from her eyes. Ranma fought down the inclination to do something stupid and out of character for a pirate by helping her. Instead he tucked his slimy cock into his pants and examined the door to what he really hoped was the treasure room and not Buggy’s private crapper.

Despite his intentions to treat Nami with all the care of a urinal, he couldn’t help but glance down at her spunk smeared face and think it was a good look on her. Up until she cleared her eyes and gave him a stare of **** that was every bit as potent as the ones Nabiki had used to cow him on more occasions than he could count. Despite the fact he had clearly demonstrated how little power Nami had over him, Ranma felt a chill go down his spine and he hastily turned his attention to the door to the treasure room.

The door to the strong room was secured with an oversized padlock, that Ranma could have picked in his sleep, and he wasn’t really all that good at lock picking. He could also have simply bashed in the door, but he didn’t know how easily it would be to find the treasure map inside and didn’t want to fight off all of Buggy’s crew while he looked for it. Plus, his ego motivated him to show off a bit. So he reached out and took hold of the padlock, which had to weigh five pounds, and twisted it till the hasp snapped.

“You’re not one of Buggy’s crew! Who the fuck are you?” Nami demanded as she pulled her shorts up.

“Didn’t you hear the big guy? I’m Chad.” Ranma replied as he swung open the door. Despite his casual tone the hair on the back of his neck stood up under the **** of Nami’s gaze.

“Bullshit. That idiot was so out of it he could only see that ridiculous hat. If you were really Chad you’d have slit his throat to keep him from telling Buggy. Pirate captains don’t like crew members who betray them, and Buggy is inventive as hell if the stories are true. So who the fuck are you?”

“Ah, well, you’ve got me. “I’m the dread pirate captain, Ryoga, of the pig pirates.” Ranma replied in a light tone, while big sweating at how close Nami had come to the truth. He really was going to have to be careful she didn’t put two and two together and realize that the girl she had molested on the boat was him. At the same time he was rather pleased with his selection of a companion. She’d be able to look after all the boring stuff like where they were going, how they were going to live and Ranma could focus on the only thing that mattered, becoming the best martial artist in this world.

“So why don’t we make a deal, Captain Ryoga. I happen to know a lot of fences. I can get you top berry for the treasure. And all I want in return is a little old map that Buggy stole from by Grandmother. It’s the only thing she has left from my Grandfather and she’s gone into decline ever since it was stolen.”

Ranma was awestruck at Nami’s ability to spin such total bullshit with a straight face. But there was no way he was giving her the map. It was the only leverage his girl side had to convince Nami to be his, or rather, her boss.

Ranma swung open the door to the treasure room, and blanched the magpie nest that was revealed. There were heaps of random treasure scattered all over the room with neither rhyme or reason to their placements. It looked like Buggy just tossed the various bags of loot through the door and left it at that.

“Sure. You can have the map, if you can find it,” Ranma told Nami.