Sailing with Buggy

Buggy bobbed angrily in the air, gloved hands gesturing wildly in frustration. "First things first, flashy idiots, we need to find the rest of me!"

Tsujo leaned back comfortably against the ship's railing, arms folded, an amused expression on his face. At the skiff’s wheel stood Alvida, completely nude save for her wide-brimmed white hat and its voluminous red plume, one hand resting on the polished wood as she guided their course with casual ease. Her round hips shifted with each gentle sway of the vessel, and her heavy tits bounced freely with the motion as if Buggy's outburst barely registered in her awareness. Her gaze scanned the horizon with the practiced air of command, not concern.

"And you know where the rest of your body is?" Tsujo asked calmly.

"Obviously, moron!" Buggy spat. "My pieces are drawn to each other! I can feel it pulling me in the right direction. And right now-" He jabbed dramatically to the southwest. "-my precious clown body is tied up somewhere thataway!"

"Easy enough," Alvida sighed, adjusting their course. Her smooth curves shone under the warm sunlight, her long dark hair cascading over her back like black silk.

Buggy paused midair, taking a moment to finally absorb the sight of Alvida's open nudity without panic. His painted face curled into a lecherous grin. "Say, beautiful, now that we’re shipmates, maybe you’d like to find out why they called me 'Buggy the Clown Cannon'? I guarantee it's as flashy as the rest of me."

As Tsjuo muttered about no one calling him that, Alvida snorted dismissively, glancing at him with a mixture of amusement and mild irritation. "Dream on, clown. My pussy’s reserved for one man only- and it isn't you."

Tsujo’s lips curved into a proud smirk. "That’s right. I’m the only one allowed between those thighs."

"Pfft, whatever," Buggy grumbled, trying to mask his bruised ego behind exaggerated indifference. He turned sharply, floating a short distance away. "Wait a sec, does that mean your ass and mouth are free territory?"

Alvida gave a casual shrug. "Maybe-" this caused a gratifying look of concern from Tsujo that smoothed over with what she said next, "-if I ever feel like it. But don't hold your breath."

Buggy brightened instantly, clearly choosing to ignore her noncommittal tone. "Ha! The Clown Cannon will win you over, flashy dame! Once reunited with the rest of me, you'll beg to juggle it."

Tsujo chuckled, seemingly unconcerned. "Knock yourself out, clown. Meanwhile, I’m free to sample any lovely lady who crosses our path."

"It’s true," Alvida admitted, rolling her eyes slightly but without bitterness. "He’s got free reign, but he always comes back to me." She eyed Tsujo fondly, admiration unmistakable despite her blasé tone.

Buggy sputtered dramatically. "Wait, wait, wait! That’s not fair! You get a monopoly on this flashy beauty, and she lets you fool around?"

Tsujo’s smug smile widened further. "Benefits of my Normu Normu devil fruit powers, clown. Not so boring now, huh?"

Buggy grumbled again but didn’t argue further. After all, retrieving his body was the priority, and frankly, having a pair of Devil Fruit users along, not to mention the eye candy, wasn't exactly a downside.

"Alright, morons," Buggy finally declared, striking a theatrical pose. "Full speed ahead! My circus act awaits its triumphant reunion!"

With a roll of her eyes, Alvida directed Tsujo to adjust the sails, and their strange alliance sailed forward. a clownish head, a naked pirate queen, and an ear ringmaster who quietly pulled the strings, ready for whatever spectacle lay ahead.

Buggy waddled leisurely along the ship's railing, humming a cheerful carnival tune, plotting grand acts of **** against the rubbery moron who'd put him in this absurd predicament. He turned the corner behind the cabin, blinking at the bright sunlight only to freeze in mid-air, his eyes widening and mouth gaping.

Directly in front of him, lounging naked atop a coiled mass of thick deck rope, sat Tsujo, casually reclining like some haughty nobleman on his throne. Alvida, equally naked and unabashed, was positioned in profile beside him, her long black hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders and trailing gently against Tsujo's thigh. Her massive, perfectly rounded tits hung freely, gently swaying and brushing against the man's skin as her head bobbed slowly up and down.

What truly robbed Buggy of speech was the enormous shaft she diligently serviced, standing proud and erect. The cock was impossibly big, towering upward until its broad head reached nearly level with Tsujo's chest. Below it, a pair of dense, heavy testicles sagged, stretched low by gravity, their round curves resting casually on the deck as though taking a leisurely break.

"HOLY FLASHY HELL! WHAT KIND OF CIRCUS ACT IS THIS?!" Buggy exploded, blood spurting violently from his nose and sending his floating head careening several feet into the air. His hands quickly caught it, steadying it back in place as he gawked in disbelief. "That thing’s not a cock, it’s a sea king in disguise!"

Tsujo didn't bother opening his eyes, merely grinning smugly as Alvida pulled her lips away with a slow, wet pop and turned to face Buggy. Her expression was entirely unapologetic.

"You'd better get used to it," she said flatly. "We fuck constantly, and that's not changing just because you've decided to tag along."

Buggy flailed his floating gloved hands, gesturing wildly. "You could've warned a guy! I'm just a head here! No dick! Show some consideration for my predicament!"

Tsujo cracked open one amused eye. "We did warn you."

"No, you said you did it a lot! Not that I'd stumble onto some full-frontal erotic circus spectacle mid-afternoon!"

Alvida shrugged, a smirk curling her lips. "Consider this your official notice, clown. On this ship, I take what I want, when I want it and what I want is him. Morning, noon, or night."

Buggy sputtered, glancing again at Tsujo's towering member. He shook his head dramatically, exaggerated dismay filling his voice. "Flashy bastards... Fine! Do what you like! Who am I to judge your bizarre performances?"

He paused, scowling as the words left his mouth, then snorted derisively. "Wait, me? Not judging? Don’t be ridiculous! I’m Buggy the Clown! If anyone's qualified to critique a crazy, over-the-top sex show, it’s me!"

As the minutes passed, Buggy found himself inexplicably absorbed in the unfolding spectacle. Tsujo, thoroughly enjoying himself, had moved past mere oral attention and was soon gripping Alvida’s hips as he drove steadily upward into her from below, her thighs splayed wide on either side of him. Alvida's enormous breasts bounced heavily with every thrust, smooth and creamy skin rippling enticingly in the sunlight, her black hair tossed back as she rode her partner with reckless abandon.

Buggy had stared, slack-jawed, as Tsujo had lined himself up beneath Alvida when they'd first started. The sight alone had been almost too much to process, that monstrous cock, thick as a burly stevedore’s bulging forearm and veined like a sea chart, had been aimed straight upward like a ship's mast in full salute. And Alvida had hovered above it, steadying herself with practiced ease with a lazy grin.

“No way,” Buggy had muttered, waddling closer without realizing it. His floating head drifted up like a mesmerized balloon. “There’s no way that thing’s going in. That’s not sex, that’s ****!”

Tsujo had caught the disbelief in his voice and looked over with a smirk, his hands gripping Alvida’s wide, wobbling hips. “Believe it,” he said with slow, smug relish. “She’s made for this.”

Alvida had turned her head slightly, eyes lidded, lips parted in a wicked smile. “That’s right, clown boy,” she purred, her voice thick with arousal. “You think I’d settle for less after a taste of this?”

With a single, downward grind of her hips, she began to lower herself and Buggy had watched in stunned silence as that impossible shaft began to disappear into her with smooth, unhurried inevitability.

Shhhlick.

Buggy's jaw had clattered to the deck.

It didn’t make sense. No matter how thick, how long, no matter how obscene that glistening monster was, it slid in. Smooth as glass on oil. As if her folds were lined with enchanted silk. The fat cockhead vanished between her lips, followed by inches upon inches of slick, veiny cock, swallowed with hungry grace. Her Devil Fruit power rendered her flesh frictionless and flawlessly soft. There was no resistance. No hesitation. Only obscene, wet gliding.

A happy moan rolled from Alvida’s throat as her hips met Tsujo’s thighs with a thick slap of flesh-on-flesh. “Ohhhhhh fuck yes...” she’d groaned, tossing her head back as her breasts bounced from the impact.

The air was suddenly thick with the scent of sex. Buggy gagged slightly, but couldn't look away.

“That thing’s cursed,” he croaked, eyes bugging out like dinner plates. “It’s gotta be. No one takes that. That thing should have a crew just to haul it!”

Tsujo chuckled beneath her, lifting his hips just enough to make her moan again. “Nah. She’s just gifted. Like me.”

Alvida, panting and flushed, gave a slow, luxurious grind and added breathily, “Keep watching, Buggy. You might learn something... flashy.”

Time had passed in a blur of motion and moans, the rhythm rising and falling like waves against the hull. Buggy, initially stunned, found himself gradually leaning in, first out of curiosity, then with growing enthusiasm. Before long he was fully engrossed, the disbelief fading from his face and replaced by the wide-eyed grin of a man who had stumbled into the greatest sideshow of his life.

Buggy watched, his floating hands miming exaggerated applause as he laughed in genuine delight. "Flashy! Marvelous! You've got talent! If we ever head back to Orange Town, we could sell out the biggest tent!"

Alvida rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a smug grin. "You think I'd fuck for the entertainment of peasants?

"Of course!" Buggy exclaimed. "You two have got it all! A smooth, perfect beauty who clearly doesn’t believe in clothes, and a perfectly normal guy with a cock big enough to qualify as circus equipment! The Clown Town regulars would lose their minds!"

Tsujo chuckled breathlessly, his hips maintaining their confident rhythm as Alvida continued bouncing atop him, her voluptuous form slick and gleaming from the exertion. "Glad we impress you."

Buggy floated slightly closer, tapping his chin theatrically. "Still... you could mix things up. Ever tried the Full-Nelson?"

Tsujo slowed momentarily, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. "The what?"

"The Full-Nelson!" Buggy declared, waving his floating gloves theatrically. "You know, she lies flat on her back, ankles up behind her neck, knees pressed to the sides. Basically folds her right in half, making her into a nice, tight, flashy fuck-package!"

Alvida immediately snorted in disdain, shaking her head. "Absolutely not. I'm not folding myself up like some kind of perverted carnival trick."

Buggy waggled a finger disapprovingly. "Where’s your sense of performance? It's flashy! Dramatic! A real showstopper!"

In response, Alvida simply rolled her eyes, braced her hands on her knees, and gave a slow, deliberate twerk, her big ass rippling with practiced, decadent rhythm as Tsujo's cock disappeared and reappeared with each bounce. She didn't even look Buggy’s way.

But Tsujo gave her a crooked grin, clearly intrigued by the image. “Heh... not gonna lie, that actually sounds kinda hot. Might be fun to see you all folded up like that, legs back, tits everywhere, your pussy just sittin’ there like a gift.” He gave her plush hips a possessive squeeze. “Whaddaya say we give it a try?”

Alvida shot him a sharp look over her shoulder, one brow arched and lips curled in a smirk. “Tch. Dream on, cabin boy. You should be grateful you even have access to this pussy. Don’t start begging for acrobatics when you haven’t even earned an encore.”

Then, with a purposeful roll of her hips, she sank down hard, burying his cock to the hilt and grinding with a slow, sensual cruelty that made Tsujo’s breath hitch. The message was clear: this was her stage, and she'd perform how she pleased.

He leaned in close, voice low and smooth, just brushing her ear. “Careful, that's first mate-” he murmured with a sly grin. “-and you’re just one sentence from me away from bending over and begging for it.”

Alvida’s body stiffened, just for a second. Her breath hitched, and her eyes flicked forward, lips parting slightly in anticipation.

Her cheeks flushed darkly, a defiant glare battling the quickened pace of her breathing. She opened her mouth to protest, caught Tsujo’s unwavering gaze, and knew he wasn’t bluffing. He could bend her will like paper with just a few choice words.

She bit her lip, embarrassment and arousal battling in her expression, before finally releasing a defeated sigh. "Fine, you bastard. But I swear, if this clown keeps laughing..."

Buggy, grinning like a ringmaster at his greatest triumph, clapped his floating hands enthusiastically. "Excellent! Places, everyone, let’s see some flashy choreography!"

By the time the midday sun had climbed to its highest point, the deck of the skiff had become something more than just a vessel, it had become a stage.

Alvida lay sprawled across it like an obscene offering, her flawless, gleaming body bent and folded with shocking flexibility, holding the Full-Nelson pose entirely under her own power. Her thick thighs were folded back against her shoulders, knees bent, and her ankles curled up so the soles of her feet faced the open sky. Her long, supple arms wrapped up and over the back of her legs, locking in behind her neck, fingers clasped tight to hold the position.

She looked like a lewd sculpture, like a living pussy plate set out for a feast. Her slick, frictionless skin gleamed under the sunlight, a sheen of sweat accentuating every obscene contour. Her narrow waist was cinched impossibly tight around the crushing curve of her arched spine, and her wide hips flared outward, lifting her pelvis high into the air. At the summit of that sinful slope, her swollen, glistening pussy stood fully exposed, wet, twitching, and parted with eager readiness from the pressure of her position.

And just beneath it, in full view, her asshole was equally revealed. Framed between the plush curves of her upturned ass and the slick stretch of her inner thighs, it pulsed faintly with each breath she took, offered without shame or hesitation in the same way her pussy was: presented and ****.

Tsujo crouched between her spread thighs like a man kneeling before an altar, his massive cock jutting forward with gravity-defying stiffness. It pulsed with restrained power, hovering just inches from her dripping sex like a cannon primed to fire.

And then there were her tits.

Crushed between her forearms and thighs, her breasts were under such obscene compression that they looked ready to explode. The sheer volume of them refused to be contained. They surged upward like two massive, overfilled water balloons caught in a vice, the compressed mass shooting vertically so high her own face was buried in her cleavage. Only the top of her flushed, sweat-slicked forehead and the peek of her closed eyes were visible behind that tidal wave of breastflesh. Her lips parted in a breathy moan, half-muffled by her own tits, the vibrations rippling visibly through the overflowing mounds as she panted.

"Sweet holy hell..." Buggy muttered off to the side, hovering with a stunned look of awe. "That’s not a position. That’s a full-blown attraction! Flashy! Vulgar! I’d sell tickets for that in a heartbeat!"

Alvida managed a glare through her sweat-drenched cleavage, though it lost most of its bite with her cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded, and her pussy and asshole practically begging for Tsujo’s cock. She didn’t need to say a word. The way her legs were locked, the way her core trembled, the way her holes twitched around nothing, it was a silent scream of want.

Tsujo grinned down at her, giving his cock a slow, deliberate pump as he admired the view. “Damn, girl… you might be the most beautiful buffet I’ve ever seen.”

Alvida's muffled voice groaned from somewhere behind her mountain of tits. “Then eat up… First Mate.”

Tsujo grinned, cockhead dipping low, alignment perfect-

“Man,” Buggy drawled suddenly, eyes half-lidded as he hovered a few feet off the deck, “this takes me back. Reminds me of that time with the mayor’s daughter on the plinth of my commemorative nose in central Orange Town. What was her name again… Jolene? No, Honkalina. Doesn’t matter.”

He gestured absently with a floating gloved hand.

“Had her bent up just like that, arms pinned by my hands, ankles hoisted with my feet. I’d split myself apart, right? Had my thighs hovering midair, pistoning in while I juggled pies with one hand and tweaked her nipples with the other. Mid-fuck. Crowd started cheering by the time I swapped in my knee for a reach-around. Whole square gave us a standing ovation when she squirted across the town fountain. Clown Town, got to love it..."

Tsujo froze just inches from penetrating her, head snapping around toward the clown like he’d heard the voice of Sea. “Wait, wait. Clown Town? You mean Orange Town?”

Alvida groaned.

“Seriously?” she gritted through clenched teeth, bent in half and flushed from head to toe. Her feet still pointed to the clouds, pussy swollen and twitching in the air like a flashing red light. She tilted her head, trying to look past the shelf of her own jiggling tits. only to spot Tsujo’s cock, that goddamn monolith, twitching in place as he practically vibrated with excitement. “You’re stopping again?!”

Tsujo wasn’t listening.

Buggy floated closer, chest puffed out like he was accepting an award. “Oh yeah, back in Clown Town. Beautiful little port. Everyone there was obsessed with me, real fans, you know? Paint their tits like my nose, hang clown shoes off their balconies, kneel in front of my posters like I’m the Second Coming of Gold Roger!”

“You’re joking,” Tsujo muttered, eyes wild.

“Would I joke about my legacy?” Buggy said, grinning. “I docked there knowing I’d be welcomed like royalty. Blowing up those crusty buildings? Just clearing space for the clown coliseum. They were practically asking for it.”

Behind him, Alvida’s gaze flicked down.

Tsujo’s cock hadn’t wilted.

If anything… it was pulsing harder.

She watched with a narrowing of her eyes as the thick shaft gave a lazy twitch, then another, clear pre-cum stringing down from the tip like syrup. It flexed again, bobbing slightly, like it was listening to Buggy. Her folds clenched involuntarily.

She snorted. “You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?”

Tsujo blinked. “Huh?”

“Not the fucking,” she clarified, arching an eyebrow, “the power. Hearing that your little babbled Normality rewrote Buggy’s entire memory of Orange Town. That the town's history is clownwashed, and he’s proud of it.”

Tsujo looked down at his cock, still standing tall like a monument to corruption, leaking with the same twisted joy now radiating from his grin.

“...Maybe.”

Buggy, floating backward now with both gloves stretched wide, obliviously fed the fire. “I’m telling you, I could go back there today and the mayor would suck my toes! We had banners! We had clown-themed brothels! There was a girl who only got off when she heard a squeaky nose! That’s impact!”

Alvida’s eyes snapped open behind the curtain of her own titflesh, her voice low and dangerous. “You listening to that clown instead of me?” she growled, her words thick with fury and aching need. Her whole body trembled, feet still pointed skyward, her folded form gleaming with sweat and arousal. Her glistening pussy and flushed asshole remained perfectly offered, twitching in open invitation. “I swear to every sea god above, if you don’t fuck me right now, Tsujo—I’ll crush your balls between my thighs and feed ‘em to the gulls.”

That did it.

Tsujo blinked, focus snapping back to her, and the moment she locked eyes with him, herface half-hidden beneath the squashed shelf of her tits and he let out a breathless, shaken chuckle.

“Right,” he muttered, as if waking from a dream. “Mine.”

Then he surged forward.

Alvida gasped as his cock plunged into her in a single, wet, unstoppable stroke. Her pussy clenched around him instantly, swallowing inch after inch of throbbing meat until his pelvis slammed into the back of her thighs with a thick, fleshy smack. Her whole body jolted, folded tight and bound by her own limbs as he began to thrust, immediately and ruthlessly, like a man making up for lost time.

His bony, bird-chested frame settled over her with frantic need, and Alvida couldn’t help the flicker of dismay that crossed her face even as he drove into her. Skinny little thing, she thought, grimacing slightly as his narrow chest mashed down against the jiggly swell of her tits. There was no satisfying weight to him, no rippling muscle or dominant press of power, just ribs and collarbone and the frantic heat of someone utterly outclassed by the body beneath him.

But her breasts, crushed between their bodies, still reacted the only way they could: they surged upward and outward, enormous and uncontainable, smothering his jaw and cheeks as if trying to drown him in their bounce. Her hard, overstimulated nipples dragged across his skin with every motion while his scrawny frame panted above her.

Thank god for that fucking dick, she thought with a shudder as he pistoned into her, sweat-slick and breathless. If he didn’t have that, I’d be throwing him overboard.

“Fuuuuck-” Alvida groaned, her voice bouncing up from deep in her gut. Her arms still locked behind her neck, her thighs still pinned high, her entire body was turned into a helpless pleasure platform beneath him. Every thrust rocked her, made her tits quiver and her eyes roll. Her own moans were half-muffled by the swell of her breasts crowding her face.

Tsujo gritted his teeth and fucked harder, his cock battering her with firm, rhythmic strokes that slapped loudly against her soaked cunt. The deck beneath them creaked in time with each wet collision. He leaned forward more, collapsing his weight down onto her so that her tits mushroomed and flattened between them, their sweat mingling, their moans rising.

Her legs began to shake, core tightening, mouth open in silent panting as her orgasm approached.

Tsujo’s breath caught. “You close?”

Alvida let out a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a snarl. “You’re not getting off without taking me with you, dickhead.”

He dipped lower, shifting to drive in deeper, cock angled to grind against her sweet spot with every motion. The angle made her whimper and then again, louder, when his fingers slid between their bodies and flicked at her clit.

That was it.

Her body seized like a drawn bow, legs stiffening, toes curling against the sky as she screamed her orgasm ripping through her like a cannonball. Her pussy clamped down so tight around his cock that it made his knees buckle.

Tsujo thrust once more, twice and then shoved himself in to the hilt with a strangled grunt. Cum exploded from him in thick, hot waves, flooding her convulsing cunt, drenching her insides. It gushed back around his cock with every throb, soaking their thighs, slicking the deck.

They trembled together, stuck in that locked, sweaty tangle of flesh and sound, limbs straining, breath heaving.

Alvida’s arms finally slipped from behind her neck, falling limply to the deck as her legs unhooked and slumped down around Tsujo’s hips. Her face was still buried in her tits, panting and glazed with heat.

Tsujo groaned softly against her ear, still twitching inside her, his voice dazed. “God damn…”

Alvida, without lifting her head, muttered back, “Next time… I stuff a sock in that clown’s mouth before we start.”

Buggy floated lazily nearby, hands behind his head and a grin stretching ear to ear. “Don’t mind me,” he said cheerfully. “Just soaking in the view.”

A full day's sailing to the South West...

The deck of the Big Top creaked underfoot as the sun beat down from above, sails snapping in the breeze. A pair of clown-themed goons awkwardly shuffled across the boards, dragging a tightly bound, cocooned mass of rope and bright fabric: Buggy’s body, still without its head, hands, or dignity.

“Easy there,” one of them grunted. “Cap’n’ll be pissed if we scuff up his coat again.”

“Like he can see it,” the other scoffed, dropping the bundle with a thud beside the mainmast.

But as the body landed, something caught their eye.

Right between the legs of Buggy’s frilly clown pants, a stiff, unmistakable bulge strained upward, thick, tenting hard against the fabric. A twitch pulsed along the ten-inch outline like it was eager for attention.

There was a long pause.

Then the first pirate broke into laughter. “HA! Looks like the Cap’n’s gettin’ lucky wherever that noggin of his ended up!”

“Pfft- idiot,” the second cackled. “His dick’s still here, same as the rest of him!”

“Then what’s he so excited about, huh? Think he’s thinking about Orange Town again?”

A third pirate walked up, shaking his head. “Hell, he might’ve found his way back there. Place was full of clown-chasin’ harlots. Remember that one lass with the striped corset who could twist her legs behind her ears? Clown tattoos on both cheeks?”

“Oh, shit, what was her name- Twirly? Nah, Twila!”

“Twila! That’s the one!” another chimed in. “Didn’t she once ride the Cap’n’s Chop Chop Drill? Sent his cock flying right off his hips and into her like a corkscrew, she shrieked so loud the seagulls dropped dead!”

They all burst out laughing, guffaws echoing across the deck.

“Man, Cap’n’s dick spun around in her like a damn jackhammer,” one added, miming the motion with wild eyes. “She came so hard she fell off the pier!”

“Well,” the first pirate said, nudging the bulge with the toe of his boot, “wherever he is, at least he’s havin’ a good time.”

The second pirate sighed. “Let’s just hope we find him soon.”

“And not in pieces,” someone muttered.

The bundle twitched slightly in response.

“…Not more pieces,” they clarified.