Search for new crew mates [beast]

[warning, and spoilers. Harkness approved **** ahead. If you have an issue with four legged intelligent furies getting it on with human women, turn back.]

“Sheesheesheee,” Luffy laughed to himself as he perched high in the rafters above his old ship, while making sure the people below were treating the Going Merry properly. He was pleased with what he saw. It was clear that the men working on both ships respected them.

Luffy was sad about having to leave the Going Merry behind. But, she’d have a nice rest here until they could come back. The important thing was that he now had a bigger, stronger, ship. That was necessary now that he had not one, but two strong Cabin girls. He hadn’t needed Crocus to tell him how important a Cabin Girl was to a pirate crew. Shanks had convinced him of that long before he even knew what a cabin girl actually did.

Luffy frowned slightly. There was just one problem, one that he hadn’t really understood until he’d met Ranma. Shanks had been very clear that while a Cabin Girl looked after the crew, the crew also looked after her. He and the rest of his male nakama could barely keep up with Ranma as it was. How were they going to manage it with Carrot as well. Not to mention Nami and Tashigi. Those two might not be cabin girls, but they deserved to get fucked as often as they wanted, just like the men. He needed to recruit more male crew members now that he had a ship that needed a bigger crew.

Luffy began to scan the men working below, trying to pick out potential nakama. His grin widened as he contemplated the fact he was going to steal some of Hack’s men. If they wanted to be stolen that is. That was a very pirate sort of thing to do.”

Down below Luffy noticed a blonde haired man in orange coveralls. He was working on the deck of the Going Merry trying to clean up the mess Luffy had made when he’d ripped the main mast out the deck. Mostly Luffy noticed him because he was on the Merry, but as Luffy watched he began to behave in a suspicious manner.

The man looked around to see if anyone was watching. Seeing that he was unobserved, he thought, the workman made a set of elaborate hand-gestures. A ball of flame flared up and enveloped his body. For a moment Luffy thought he saw several fluffy tails twisting inside the flames, but what happened next drove any thought of that out of his mind. Several balls of flame flew off of the main mass and transformed into a perfect copy of the man Luffy had been watching. The flame around the original died down, and there were now five identical versions of him standing on the deck, who proceeded to make short work of cleaning up the mess.

Luffy’s eyes turned into stars and he cackled in glee. “Shadow Clone Jutsu! SheeSheeShee! I’ve found a ninja. He has to join my crew!”

With Luffy thinking came second to acting, and such was the case now as he dropped the hundred and fifty feet to the deck of the Merry in order to invite the ninja to join the crew.

As he dropped through the air Luffy couldn’t do anything else, so he thought a bit. The ninja might need some reason to join the crew. Ninja loved challenges right? So maybe he should have him fight Ranma so he’d know what a fun crew they were?

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Meanwhile in a room that had been set aside as a dojo two fighters faced off against each other.

“Just you and me now, Hack. I haven’t had a good ‘hard’ spar in ages.” Ranma said, emphasizing the word hard, as she began to do some preliminary stretches while blatantly checking out her opponent’s body, which was two feet taller and at least four times heavier than her own.

From somewhere Hack and come up with a martial arts dogi in Ranma’s size, and the familiar feel of the thick padded white cotton fabric was taking her back in time. She’d practically grown up in an outfit exactly like this one.

While she contorted her body Ranma kept watch on Hack out of the corner of her eyes. One of the first things she had learned was to never take your eyes off an opponent once you stepped into the ring with them, so to speak. There were no referees in real life and bowing to your opponent with lowered eyes was a good way to get kicked in the face. Ranma was also looking to see how much attention Hack was paying to her body as she put on a show of how flexible it was.

She was both disappointed and pleased that while he was watching her closely, it was in the manner of martial arts master evaluating an opponent and not in the way of a guy contemplating what hole he was going to stick his dick in once he finished playing with his food. It was both a boost and a blow to her ego.

“So, how about a little wager?” Ranma asked Hack as she brought one of her legs straight up she pulled her calf against her face.

“What did you have in mind?”

“If I win, I get to fuck you. If you win, you get to fuck me.”

“Sounds like the same thing,” Hack observed, only the tiniest touch of a quiver to his lip indicating he was amused.

“Not really. The winner gets to drive. And just so you know, I like it rough, the harder the better. An old guy like you has to be careful of his bones. I can’t promise I’ll go easy on you if I win so you’d better do your best to come out on top,” she advised him in a suggestive manner.

“Hmmm, tempting. But those stakes are a bit low. We’re going to have a party tomorrow. If I win you’re the entertainment. The boys don’t get to clear their pipes nearly as often as they’d like.”

“Interesting, but what do I get if I win.”

“You get to fuck as many of the boys as you can handle.”

“Sounds like a win/win, I’m in,” Ranma rhymed off, and without any warning she launched a lightning fast kick toward Hack’s ankle. He casually lifted his foot, and then when she tried to shift target and aimed at his sole supporting limb, he used his lifted foot to easily parry her attack.

Ranma would have been disappointed if the attack had landed. She was just feeling out her opponent. So far she was delighted. The causal ease with which he had dodged and countered her attack indicated a very high level. She might actually need to break a sweat to win this.

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Ranma staggered back from Hack, barely deflecting a punch with a side kick, and the resulting impact almost overbalanced her. Her dogi was soaked with sweat, and her hair was plastered to her head. Meanwhile Hack was only lightly perspiring. She panted as she leapt backward a dozen feet to get some distance and regain her center.

“You’re good,” Ranma complimented her opponent, and meant it. She wasn’t sure she could beat the fishman without turning into a guy. Her lack of mass was working against her. Normally she could use speed to multiply the **** of her blows, but that wasn’t working on Hack. While he was a lot slower than she was in regards to moving his body from location to location, he didn’t concede any ground when it came to his defense and close-in attacks. It was the minimalist manner in which he fought. There was no wasted motion. Each move used the bare minimum of effort to counter Ranma’s attacks. It was the mark of someone who had fought thousands of times in real world combat, not just sparring.

Around this time in her previous life Ranma would have been desperately trying to pull a rabbit out of her ass, or finding some way of running away so she could regroup and devise a strategy to defeat Hack. Now the more **** she became and the more unlikely her chances of victory, the more turned on she got. Instead of trying to figure out options, she was daydreaming about being pressed to the dojo floor under Hack’s massive body as his no-doubt huge cock **** its way deep into her cunt and threatened to split her in two.

Ranma was just speculating on what his cum would taste like when Hack stepped back and gave her the traditional hand clasp and bow to thank her for the match.

“Wait! What! We’re not done!” Ranma protested.

“We were finished when you stopped thinking about how you were going to win, and began to think about how you were going to lose.” Hack lectured her in the manner of a master instructor. “You are skilled, but you need to learn to control your nature, girl. There is a time for battle, and a time for play.”

Ranma watched the big fishman leave the dojo, her face twisted up in shock. He had her beat. For real! She didn’t even have to throw the fight! “Why wasn’t she on her knees in front of him **** on his cock? Or, on her hands and knees with it rammed up her cunt or ass? Was he gay?

Ranma pulled open the front of her dogi to check that she was still sporting tits and hadn’t spontaneously turned into a guy from too much hot sweat.

“Nice,” a voice from the doorway purred in admiration.

Ranma looked up from examining her tits to see a guy about her age standing in the doorway. About the same size as her guy side with much the same build, he was dressed in orange coveralls that were smeared with grease, with a headband sporting a metal guard in the middle securing his shaggy blond hair. He had some dirt smeared on his cheeks that made him look like he had whiskers. Ranma looked back down at her boobies with a frown. “I know, right? How could anyone turn down a chance to get their hands on these puppies.”

“I certainly can’t. Especially when they belong to a girl who thinks Ninja are poo poo heads who have tiny dicks and empty balls,” the guy answered her as he jumped at Ranma with both hands outstretched.

The boy's outlandish speech didn’t phase Ranma in the least. In fact if he had expressed the desire to fuck her into the ground to prove her wrong, as horny as she was Ranma would have let him. But his words combined with his attack made her instincts kick in. When he lunged at her, her body reacted automatically as she threw a snap kick straight at his face.

The boy brought together the hands that had been reaching for Ranma’s boobs and caught her foot, clamping around her ankle as he folded up in front of her kick and used his arms to keep the blow from connecting. He flew backward and threatened to drag Ranma off balance. Quicker than she could think she snapped her other foot toward his balls, causing him to push on her captured foot to **** Ranma back and move himself away from her kick. In order to deny her leverage he had to release her foot, but not before the tip of her toes gently brushed his groin.

Both combatants flew backward away from each other and landed lightly on their feet. “Looks like I’m going to have to work at it in order to prove to you that Ninja have big dicks, and our balls are always full.

Ranma didn’t have a clue as to what this guys malfunction was, but what was clear was he intended to grude fuck her. She was all for that, and had no trouble putting fuel on the fire of his outrage.

“Are you sure you’re not really a martial artist? I never saw a ninja who dressed in orange.”

“Fuck no I’m not.! I’m a ninja,” the blond retorted.

“A ninja? Too bad. Guess you’re not going to get screwed. Without the element of surprise you don’t have a hope in hell of taking me down and sticking it in!” Ranma taunted the blonde. The brief touch with her toe had indicated the boy was packing some serious meat and her experience in this world indicated that meant he might have some skill. Whether it was Usopp level skill or Sanji level would have to be determined.

“You keep telling yourself that, bitch! You’ll be singing a different tune in a little bit.” The so-called ninja adopted a falsetto voice and cried out. “No! You’re too big! You’re going to rip me in half!”

“Promises, promises,” Ranma retorted. “I hope for your sake you can deliver, because I’m going to kick your balls black and blue otherwise.”

Ranma wouldn’t actually do that. Unlike girls who had been born into that gender, she had a bit of a mental block when it came to using that most potent of feminine attacks. Not that she’d never punched a guy in the nuts, but it had always been a case of the other guy being a half-dozen times her size. To resort to doing that to a shrimp like the blonde would be overkill.

The thought of throwing the fight, after a few moves, entered Ranma’s mind, but was dismissed. She was already feeling blue-balled due to Hack walking away because she stopped fighting seriously. She couldn’t risk that happening again. If the guy couldn’t handle it and Ranma put him down at least she’d be able to ride him and relieve a bit of the frustration. It would be better than nothing, but not much. Unlikely as it seemed, she hoped he was good enough to put her down and under him. She desperately needed to get her cunt wrecked. The only thing going for Ninja boy was that Hack had worn her down, she was at around fifty percent, maybe a bit less. She really hoped it was enough of an advantage to give him the fight.

“Come at me, Ninja,” Ranma said in as derogatory a tone as she could manage, and she’d practiced. She added the universal finger curling gesture with her leading hand to invite him to come at her.

Instead of blindly charging forward like Ryoga would have done, the blonde simply stood there examining her with a lecherous gaze. Her top was still hanging open and she could see his fingers twitch as he eyed her firm breasts. Her ass clenched in turn as she easily imagined him mauling her aching funbags. If he didn’t move soon she was going to put him down and crawl on top of him to do the deed herself!

“Let’s see, the blonde mused. Waste time subduing you, and wearing myself out in the process? Or cheat, leaving me with the time and energy to properly fuck a hot piece like you?” He let out a snort, half derision, half laughter. “Do I look like an idiot of a martial artist?”

With that he began to make stereotypical finger movements. If this had been a real fight Ranma would never allow him the time needed to finish them, but she was crossing her fingers that he wasn’t just bullshitting her and was going to pull out a trump card.

A fiery aura appeared around the so-called ninja as he transformed in front of Ranma’s eyes. She had a front row seat and so got a much better look at what was happening as the blonde turned into a flaming four-tailed Kitsune.

“Mythical zoan fruit, type kitsune,” the fox monster informed Ranma, right before its four tails separated from its body and turned into spinning balls of flame that flew away from it to the four cardinal compass points around Ranma where they quickly turned into duplicates of the original’s human body. At the same time the fox-monster himself condensed back into a human. Well, not fully human. All five of them were sporting furry fox ears, and true whiskers instead of the facial markings.

Ranma found it impossible to keep all five ninja clones in sight as one was always moving into her blind spot. Normally that would not worry her. The martial art techniques that could produce clones only used them as a distraction. They were either after images from speed, or ki generated illusion with next to no combat effectiveness, and for a martial artist of her level easily detected.

If the five clones facing her had been the result of a ki manipulation technique it would have been child’s play for her to detect the real one and to ignore the distraction offered up by the other four. But her senses were telling her that all five of the boys facing her were real.

Two of the figures darted in, clearly reaching for her arms. At the same time the one in her blind spot tried to get in close enough to grab her. Ranma sensed the one coming at her from behind just in time to jump forward between the two going for her arms by tucking her limbs in tight to her body as she rolled forward. She braced her shoulders on the padded dojo flour and tried for a pile driving upward kick with both her legs clamped together at the opponent directly in front of her.

Instead of dodging, Ranma’s target chose to receive her kick, and just like the blonde had earlier he clamped onto her feet while he absorbed the **** of her blow by folding up around her legs. Before Ranma could react two of the figures fell to the floor beside her and pinned her arms to the floor with one hand, while reaching out with their free hand to clamp their fingers down hard on an exposed boob each. The pressure the blondes were using on Ranma’s tits indicated that they were either inexperienced, or sadists. If she were a normal human being she’d have been sporting bruised breasts for the next few weeks. Luckily she wasn’t, normal that is. And luckily they were giving Ranma exactly what the desperately horny girl wanted.

The three boys pressing Ranma’s arms and legs flat against the floor had a hard time holding the small girl in place as she went into near convulsions in a **** attempt to push herself over the edge into sexual release. They likely thought she was just trying to get away, which was the furthest thing from her mind. She bucked under their **** and very nearly orgasmed without any direct stimulation between her legs. The two free blondes fumbled with Ranma’s dogi belt and peeled the short pants down her legs. By swapping out their holds the three boys managed to strip her bare below the waist. Two of them took hold of an ankle each and pulled her legs open, leaving her spread eagle on the floor as she continued to thrash and fight against their hold on her body.

The one blonde who was not busy holding her down fumbled with his pants and shoved them down around his knees, exposing his nine inch cock. Ranma was a bit disappointed, until she did the math and realized that ninja boy actually had forty-five inches to offer her, in bite sized segments.

“Bastard Ninja. I knew you couldn’t beat me honestly,” Ranma yelled at the boy shuffling between her wide spread legs, finding that diving into the role fueled her ardor, and hopefully motivated him. The eager ninja ignored her as he fisted his cock in one hand and pressed his free hand against her stomach in order to control what seemed like her attempts to avoid penetration.

Truth was that Ranma was desperately trying to line herself up with the threatening cock, but she and the ninja kept zigging when the other party zagged. It wasn’t until the two holding her legs spread moved their grips higher up on her leg, that they were able to hold her steady long enough for the one between her spread limbs to find her opening. With a frantic need to be inside her he surged forward clumsily, tripping over his own trousers and falling onto her torso. But fortunately for him he had managed to keep the tip in and his loss of balance resulted in him stroking balls deep into the tiny girl under him. He hissed in pleasure as he felt Ranma’s cunt wrap around his dick like a velvet vice.

Ranma let out a loud cry as she felt like she was being split in two. Her modified body made her as tight as possible around the underendowed ninja, by Ranma’s usual standards. To her he felt every bit as big as Zoro, at least girth wise. She thrashed under his wildly thrusting body as the familiar pain of being filled with a cock just a bit too large for comfort triggered her long desired orgasm.

The feeling of being held helpless by four guys while a fifth rutted on top of her ticked off numerous boxes for Ranma, especially since the combination of being worn out by her sparring session with Hack combined with the blondes not insignificant strength meant she didn’t have to pretend in the least. She really was helpless to prevent what was happening. Unless she was willing to pull out the haki card and she’d never do that in a pretend fight.

The boy between her legs let out loud gasp after a dozen clumsy thrusts and Ranma felt him pulsing inside her cunt as he filled her belly with his seed. Too quick, he had barely primed her pump! Ranma thought in dissatisfaction, before the clones reminded her that the ninja had five shots in his gun.

“My turn!” Four identical voices rang out as four identical ninja released Ranma to pull their counterpart out from between her legs. Ranma snarled at their stupidity, and for messing up the rhythm. If anyone knew how to work smoothly together you’d think it would be five guys who were literally the same person. She guessed five cocks meant five egos. But whatever the reason, she didn’t have much choice in the circumstances. Her free legs and arms windmilled her body as she twisted out from under the boy who had just unloaded into her cunt and tripped up the other four who were trying to replace him between her legs. She actually rolled free of the thrashing pile of boys and found herself unrestrained in the middle of the dojo with a clear run at the exit.

Ranma took into consideration how uncoordinated the five were, and decided she was going to have to cheat a bit. She pretended she was so frantic to flee that she blindly ran in the wrong direction, away from the dojo door and instead toward the solid stone back wall. She skidded to a halt, making a big production out of appearing dismayed at finding herself trapped against a wall, and with five horny ninja between her and the exit. She turned toward them and gave them her best desperte damsel who is determined to fight to the end. Which was just her usual scowl without any ki magnifying the spiritual pressure. She’s stopped hoards of bullies with the later one.

Having given the five a freebie Ranma was disinclined to make it easy on the five boys. By the time they finally pinned her back down on the floor they were all sporting contusions and fresh bruises. Ranma had worked herself back up to peak arousal while struggling with the five so when the next in line **** his way into her tight twat she orgasmed under him after only a half-dozen frantic thrusts. That was good, because she wasn’t the only one the fight had stimulated. The way she clenched down around ninja number two proved too much and like number one he too emptied his balls quickly.

The clones had learned their lesson and they didn’t give Ranma a chance to wiggle free as the boy between her legs was replaced by an identical clone who was soon thrusting with great effect. She was just as tight after two loads as she’d been before the first one and the boy between her legs let out grunts as he was **** to use some real effort before his balls slapped against her cum coated ass crack.

“Is that all you got?” Ranma snarled as she jerked her hips upward in an effort to fit more of him inside.

“I’ve got more than you can handle!” the boy fucking her gasped, even as he clenched his ass and filled her with a third load.

“This enough?” The next in line growled as he **** himself to the roots in Ranma cunt.

“Not even close!” Ranma gasped as she struggled against the hands holding her helpless as the boy between her legs pumped in and out of her cum loaded cunt. He soon deposited his load and was replaced by the next in line.

“We’re just getting started,” the newest boy promised. “You’re not going to be able to walk straight by the time we finish with you.” Ranma orgasmed as she felt him swell inside her cunt and add his load to the four already filling her womb. When he pulled out of her his cock was followed by a heavy flow of cum making her distended cunt look like a pink bowl filled with yogurt.

The boys wrestled Ranma over onto her belly and used the belt from her Dogi pants to secure her forearms together behind her back. One of them lifted her by the hips until her ass was high enough for him to slide his renewed erection deep into her cream filled twat. The excess was **** out of her body and ran down her inner thighs in thick glutenous streams.

“Your captain told us all about how you didn’t think ninjas had big enough dicks to join his crew!” The boy behind Ranma growled as his balls slapped against the top of her quim. “Still think so?”

Luffy did that? Well, that explained the poo poo insult from when this guy first rushed her, Ranma thought as she came from her latest orgasm. I’ll have to do something nice for him. Playing along with what she assumed was his intention was a good way to start she figured. “You have a long way to go to convince me that you’re a big enough man to join my crew. We only take the best of the best.”

Having already filled Ranma with one load the boy pumping into her twat was lasting a lot longer this time. One of his duplicates grew impatient and wrenched Ranma’s head up off the floor by her pig-tail and **** his drooling cock into her gasping mouth. He lunged forward and more due to Ranma’s experience than his own slid down her throat until his balls bounced off her chin.

“Guk, guk, guk, guk,” Ranma gagged as the clone thrust in and out of her mouth and throat as fast as he could. Spit and pre-cum mixed together and ran down her cheeks to drip off her chin.

“Hey, look!” the boy face-fucking her yelled. “It’s true. Martial artists drool, Ninja rule.” That got a good laugh from the other four and the one plugging her cunt redoubled his efforts.

Yeah, this guy will get along just great with Luffy, Ranma thought as she tried to deal with being battered so erratically from both ends.

With her hands secured behind her back it was impossible for Ranma to control how the ninja used her mouth, which frustrated her. The blonde lacked Zoro’s casual cruelty and was making no effort to rest balls deep in her throat while she struggled to breathe. Strangling on cock was a huge turn on and she was sure if he’d only cut off her breathing for a minute or so while the guy behind kept pounding her cunt, the orgasm would be incredible.

The boy in her cunt unloaded into her twitching twat, and while he soaked the one using her mouth clamped his hands down on her head and painted her throat with his cum. Ranma’s breath was blocked just the way she had been wanting it for the duration of the boy’s orgasm. Ranma’s body spasmed as a powerful orgasm shook her body and her eyes rolled up into the top of her head. Regretfully the boy resting in her throat was pulled out of the way after only half-a-minute, depriving her of the ultimate thrill.

“No way am I waiting,” One of the clones protested as two of them moved to take the positions vacated by the previous two.

“Well, she does have three holes,” one of them suggested.

Ranma arousal surged. She’d been fucked in all her holes, and spit roasted several times, but she’d never been made air-tight. She was so excited that she only bruised them a little bit as they maneuvered her on top of one of them. His cock slipped into her pussy as one of his copies straddled his shoulders and **** his cock into Ranma’s mouth. The tiny red-head gasped around his cock as she felt thumbs digging into her ass crack, exposing her pink rectum, heavily coated in spilled cum and lubrication. The cock that was pressed against her tight little rear-hole was also heavily coated with sperm and her juices, but that didn’t stop her from letting out a shrill scream as the head popped through the tight ring of muscles. Ranma was thrilled at the feeling of being fully packed with dick. Next to strangling on Zoro’s dick this might just be her new favorite sexual activity.

The boy in her ass let out a low moan as she spasmed around him as he slowly worked his way into the tight opening. He was aided to a certain extent by the guy hammering away at Ranma’s mouth. She gagged, choked and drooled, but more importantly was shoved backward onto the peg sliding deeper and deeper into her bowels.

Ranma was finding it hard to focus on anything but the three cocks fucking all of her holes, or the feel of the boy’s bodies as they surrounded her with firm male flesh. She was just coming up on what promised to be a mind-blower of an orgasm when her cunt was suddenly empty. Not because the guy fucking her had accidentally slipped out, but because he had poofed out of existence in a cloud of white smoke.

The guy in her ass had time to say, “Oh Shit,” before he too evaporated. The one trying to cum down her throat before he vanished didn’t make it. He poofed as well. Ranma tipped forward, her cheeks smacking into the padded floor of the doji. Her ass swaying back and forth as if looking for the vanished dicks. She cursed in frustration as she went from air tight, to being a screen door. “Fucking ninja!” she yelled. “Pathetic little shits! Is that the best you can do?”

The floor within Ranma’s line of sight flickered with reflected red light, and she felt a thrill as she realized that the blonde was summoning another set of clones. At least that was what she believed right up till she heard a deep growling voice snarl out, “Pathetic? Best I can do? Let me show you the best I can do!” Ranma tried to lever herself up onto her knees, but a furry paw bigger than her head pushed down on her back and flattened her torso against the floor, squashing her tits against the padding, while leaving her ass waving high in the air.

Another huge paw settled on the floor just slightly ahead of Ranma’s head, and her eyes widened as she took in the size of it. The fox that went with it had to be huge. How huge she found out as a furry belly brushed across the top of her ass and she felt the tapered head of a cock pressing into her cum-filled cunt. The beast lowered its belly so it was pressed down on top of Ranma’s entire torso while at the same time shifting it’s dish-sized paws on either side of Ranma’s head to lock her in place. Ranma felt the fox’s stomach muscles clench and she let out a wail as a Zoro+ sized cock was **** deep into her belly.

Ranma gasped and moaned between loud grunts as the fox-monster pounded her poor little cunt like the rabbit in the moon pounded mochi. If she’d been capable of rational thought Ranma would have been thinking that what was happening to her just went to show her what a huge world was out there and she hadn’t even started to scratch the surface of what she might encounter as a cabin girl, and who and what she might end up fucking.

Ranma lost track of time, of herself. Her whole world consisted of the huge hot chunk of male meat shuttling back and forth inside her distended sheath. Only when the fox grabbed her by the back of the neck with it’s jaws just before dumping an enormous load of spunk deep in her belly did she start to think again, right up to the point where he hunched his hips and pushed the big knot at the base of her cock into her cunt. Ranma let out a shrill squeal as her twat was stretched like never before and pleasure exploded inside her brain, overloading her capacity to cope and she blacked out with the fox firmly knotted to her body and not going anywhere in the near future.

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Ranma woke feeling like every single muscle in her body had been beaten with clubs. She ached in places she didn’t even know she had. She ran her hand over her swollen belly, as always slightly incredulous that it could hold so much cum. Despite the pain Ranma was enveloped in a fog of pleasure as her brain was flooded with endorphins. She just wanted to lay their and savor the after glow of one of her best sex sessions to date.

The sound of lapping drew Ranma’s attention and she looked over at the huge fox who had pumped who knew how many quarts of hot steaming spunk into her womb. He had one rear leg cocked up in the air as he bent around to lick his red-rocket with a tongue as wide as her hand and at least a foot long. As if he sensed her looking, he ceased his personal hygiene and lifted his head to look at her with a smug shit-eating grin on his long muzzle.

Ranma really wanted to flop back down on her back and enjoy the feel of being stuffed full of cum, but there were things she needed to do as a responsible cabin girl. She struggled to her feet, her legs almost as rubbery as Luffy’s. Having a belly full of cum didn’t help her balance much either. Being careful to watch her footing, and very conscious of the spunk running down her inner thighs, she made her way toward the fox. For his part he seemed a bit surprised at her actions, and she wondered how many girls had run screaming from him. She knew none of them had been fucked by him. Not unless they had some attribute similar to her own.

As she grew closer Ranma became very aware of how big the fox was. Standing she was sure his head would be at least as high off the ground as hers was, and he had to be at least twelve feet long from the tip of his nose to the ends of his four tails. His weight was a bit hard to calculate due to his thick fluffy coat and she wondered what it would be like to fall asleep on him. She was also pretty sure she’d be able to ride him like a pony and the thought of that smooth silky fur between her legs as his spine rubbed her in all the right places as he ran made her bookmark the idea as something she had to do, later.

“So, you’re a fox,” Ranma said once she reached him.

“I ate a devil fruit,” the kitsune replied in his growly voice. He had a very impressive set of teeth Ranma thought. His canines had to be over two inches long, and the shortest were over an inch. It was the sort of jaw that would make a man piss himself if he found himself face to face with it in a dark jungle. Without a single qualm Ranma reached into the bear trap of a jaw and took hold of the fox’s big tongue with haki infused fingers. The huge fox gagged as Ranma yanked his tongue outside his mouth and held it firmly in place. He tried to dislodge her grip with a paw, but she twisted her hands and gripped tighter, bringing tears to his eyes and a cessation of any attempt to struggle with her. His expression had gone switched from smug sexual conqueror to puppy who had piddled on the rug in an instant.

“Now that we have an understanding, there are a few points I want to make, Ranma told him. She reached out with her free hand and patted the fox on the top of his head. “First of all. That was some of the best sex ever. The body clones were interesting, but you were fucking fantastic. I ain’t never felt so stuffed. I hope I can keep from blacking out next time so I can enjoy it right to the end.”

The fox tried his best to express with his eyes that he would be delighted to do anything at all Ranma wanted, if only she’d let go of his tongue.

“Secondly,” Ranma said, making a fist and thumping the fox hard enough on the top of his head to make him bite his own tongue.” The fox yelped and quickly backed away, only to be held firmly in place by Ranma’s unrelenting grip. He wasn’t going anywhere unless he was prepared to leave that behind.

Ranma leaned forward so she was looking him directly in the eyes. “Never, ever, fuck a girl with that monster between your legs unless you are fucking sure she can handle it. You lucked out with me. Most girls aren't nearly as accommodating. Understand?” she growled while tightening her grip

Whimpering in pain and dread the fox mumbled out, “Understood!” He tried to nod as well, but could only move his head a fraction of an inch due to Ranma’s grip.

“Then I think you and I will get along just fine,” Ranma grinned as she slipped a foot forward and nudged the semi-erect cock between the beast’s hind legs to see if there was any life left in it.

Ranma gave a sigh of disappointment as the way the Fox cringed and flinched showed she might have to wait a bit for another session. She let go of his tongue, and wondered what the rest of the crew had been up to while she was helping Luffy with a recruitment drive.

“Say, what’s your name anyway.”

“Naruto,” The fox lisped, still favoring his bitten tongue.

[To be clear. This person’s name is Naruto, but he is not :Naruto:. He is not from the Village Hidden in the Leaves. He does not have a nine-tailed demon fox sealed inside him. He is an analogue who’s nature fits this world. A character with his shadow Jutsu ability seemed the easiest way to increase the crew by a half-dozen, or so, without having to try and juggle that many original characters. Being a lazy author that seemed a plus/plus to me. Also furry sex.]