Shares, of course.

“Huk, guk, gug, huk, huk, guk,” Ranma gagged as Zoro’s huge cock slipped in and out of her overfilled mouth. On each inward stroke a large amount of spunk would be wiped off of by her lips. The near gelatinous fluid built up and spread as more and more was added. The lower half of her face was covered in a thick coating of the mixture while long streamers of drool and pre-cum fell from her chin, swaying from side to side with the motion of her head before falling to the deck to join the growing pool already there.

Tashigi scowled as Roronoa confirmed all her fears about his character, and endowments. He cock was huge in proportion to his body size and he was mercilessly forcing it down the throat of a girl far too small to even come close to accommodating it easily. Why Ranma’s jaw had not dislocated Tashigi had no idea.

Tashigi didn’t pay any attention to the thick burly man standing behind Ranma gripping her hips tightly as he thrust himself in and out of her at a pace that would see him dumping his load in short order, Her breasts bounced back and forth and the wet smack of flesh on flesh reached all the way to their table. Just like the three men who had preceded him into her tight quim he wasn’t going to last long. His matter of fact use of Ranma as a cum-dump was perfectly normal at this sort of event. He was looking to unload his balls so he could go back to singing and drinking with his buddies until he got another erection in need of reduction. It was an everyday sight on board most ships, well, not the party, but men hurriedly draining their balls and returning to duty. Yes, technically, men only ‘had’ to drain their balls once every couple of weeks, but the life of a sailor taught them that you could never tell when your next chance at a meal, or a fuck,might come along. Besides, being men, they might not have had to, but they wanted to, and seeing as how there was a girl available it wasn’t unusual for a healthy sailor to pump a load into the ship’s cabin girl, or relief station three or four times a day.

Roronoa on the other hand was drawing out his use of Ranma. He was taking advantage of the way the punishment frame offered her no chance to resist or control what was going on. He was taking obvious pleasure from his throat **** of the girl and making it last as long as it could, making the small girl very aware of her current helpless state. The poor girl must be begging for it to end in her mind. From his every action you could tell that Zoro wasn’t doing this to merely drain his balls. He was toying with the poor thing. It was all about her, and making her feel helpless and overwhelmed by his masculinity.

It wasn’t that Tashigi had never seen a girl in a punishment frame before. It was a fairly standard disciplinary action for minor infractions. And a certain amount of rough usage was expected. It was supposed to be a punishment after all. She disapproved of the concept on principle, however. Turning such a basic fact of life into a form of punishment seemed just wrong. No marine on a marine ship ever had to worry about suffering from over-pressurized balls. His female companions would never deny him relief, unless he had offended them to the point where he deserved being bent over a barrel and flogged on his bare ass and back.

The punishment rack, in Tashigi’s mind, could only cause the male members of the crew to view their female companions as nothing more than receptacles. It dehumanized the girls in their minds. If she ever made it to captain she would ban the device from any ship she commanded. Rather than securing females into a punishment rack and encouraging the men to use them roughly and often, she’d have them bent over a barrel, just like one of the men, and thoroughly flogged across the thighs and buttocks with the requisite number of strokes prescribed for whatever violation they were guilty of.

But Tashigi wasn’t the captain here. She had to follow the chain of command no matter how much she disapproved of the way Roronoa was treating Ranma. Worse, she felt very strongly that Ranma shouldn’t even be in the punishment frame. As far as she knew Ranma had done nothing wrong to deserve being placed in this position. But, the chain of command on a ship was paramount. Often the rules, and penalties were what the captain, and the first mate decided they were. Tashigi wasn’t naive. Even in the marines a girl could find herself strapped into the punishment frame simply on the whim of her captain. But they would have to at least pay lip service to the regulations and record the how and why. Tashigi could only imagine that on a pirate ship the rules regarding why and how a girl ended up in the frame centered around the perverse desires of her superiors and had nothing to do with her own flaws. Tashigi was sure this was the case with Ranma.

Having witnessed how enthusiastic the red-head was when it came to sex, Tashigi knew that if they had simply let her follow her own inclination she’d be following Carrot’s example.

Right now Carrot was kneeling under one of the big banquet tables happily sucking off one man, and as soon as his load joined the other’s in her belly she would move on to the next seated man on the bench and relieve him.

Tashigi could make out Carrot’s fluffy tail wiggling like a metronome as she bobbed her head up and down on the thick cock she was currently sucking. Cum from several men was oozing out of her slightly distended cunt, and Tashigi knew that it was only a matter of time before the bunny girl’s rectum was doing the same. There was nothing out of the ordinary to see, and Carrot was enjoying herself. Unlike her fellow cabin girl. Tashigi’s eyes were drawn back to the spectacle of the red-head **** on Roronoa’s dick.

“Jealous?” the orange-haired girl sitting next to Tashigi asked.

Tashigi wrenched her gaze away from the sight of Roronoa’s thick veiny cock sliding in and out of Ranma’s overstretched mouth to stare at Nami in shock. “Jealous! What on earth are you talking about?”

Nami looked over at where Zoro was fucking Ranma’s mouth while casually eating the mixed fruit parfait Sanji had prepared for her. If the sight of the mess Roronoa was making of the other girl’s face affected her none of it showed on her face.

She turned back to look at Tashigi, who had turned her head to take in the scene in sync with Nami. The marine girl’s face was flushed and Nami could make out her points despite the fact she was wearing two layers. “Confess! You wish it was you in that punishment frame being abused by Zoro,” Nami challenged her.

“You’re insane! Roronoa is a scoundrel who enjoys hurting the helpless! Just look at what he’s doing to that poor girl! Don’t you feel any empathy for her at all?”

Nami had a small smile on her face and before answering Tashigi she made a production out of spearing a half a banana from the fruit bowl in front of her and sucking the glaze off of it before taking a bite and swallowing. “You know better, marine girl. Ranma is right where she wants to be and is having the time of her life. Unlike you, she has no problem admitting what she wants from Zoro. If he wasn’t so fucking big you’d likely be able to see a smile on her face.

Tashigi became aware that the sounds of gagging and **** had ceased while she was distracted by Nami’s nonsense. She looked over to see Roronoa had pushed every inch of his cock into Ranma’s mouth and his balls were resting on her spit covered chin as his ass flexed. She could all too easily imagine how that thick pulsing shaft must feel as the brute emptied his huge balls directly into Ranma’s stomach. She felt hot and flustered, and panted slightly as Roronoa continued to unload into the small Red-head’s throat. It was only when she noticed that the girl’s face was turning dark and her hands were clenching and unclenching that she realized just how long Roronoa had left his cock all the way down her throat.

“He’s strangling her!” Tashigi yelled. Her hand went to the hilt of her sword and she began to draw it. Before she could extract more than a couple of inches she felt a hand grip her wrist and lock her arm in place. She looked down to find that Luffy had stretched an arm over from nearly twenty feet away in order to stop her from drawing her weapon on the first mate. He waggled a ten inch long finger at her as he **** her sword back into its sheath. The next instant he had stretched his neck so his face was right in front of her. He pulled her hand away from Shiguri’s hilt and handed her a skewer full of mostly roasted vegetables with a few chunks of meat. “Trust your Nakama,” he told her in a serious voice, before his limbs and head snapped back to his body and he resumed stuffing his face with insane amounts of food.

“Luffy gave you meat!” Nami said in an incredulous voice. “Luffy doesn’t share his meat! Not unless you’re talking about the chunk between his legs.”

“Roronoa is strangling a girl with his cock right in front of you and that is what you focus on!” Tashigi said incredulously. Her fingers itched to return to her sword, but she’d been given as good as a direct order from her current captain. A captain’s orders were paramount. Even if he was a pirate, Luffy was the captain. Obeying the orders of her superiors had been ingrained in her during basic training. Far too deep for her to go against it, no matter how much she wanted.

Tashigi ignored Nami, and the small skewer of vegetables and meat in her hand, as she continued to stare at the scene in front of her with a mixture of dread, and yes, arousal. There was no denying the wet feeling between her legs, and she felt a sense of self-loathing at being turned on at seeing a young girl like Ranma degraded in his fashion.

“God damn, she’s like a vice,” The man fucking Ranma cried out, as the small girl’s torso convulsed in an obvious orgasm. Like Roronoa he slammed his thick cock into her body up to the balls and clenched his ass as he unloaded into her spasming quim.

“Ahhhhhhh,” Roronoa let out a long sigh of completion and began to ever so slowly extract his long hose of a cock from Ranma’s distended mouth.

Tashigi found herself holding her own breath as she watched inch after inch of slimy male meat pull free of the other girl’s oral orifice. She didn’t take a breath until the fat spit covered tip of Roronoa’s cock finally popped free of Ranma’s mouth, followed by a flood of spunk and spit as the girl coughed and gagged while trying to draw air into her starved lungs.

With a visible effort Ranma lifted her head to meet Roronoa’s eyes with an expression of defiance and said, “That all you got?”

Roronoa just gave her that evil smirk of his and patted her spunk covered cheek, “Don’t worry, Ranma. There are lots of men waiting for their turn to fill your belly. You’re not going to have room for dessert I’m afraid.”

“Fuck you! There is always room for dessert!” Ranma retorted. Before she got a chance to say anything else she was interrupted by the next man in line behind Roronoa stepping up and filling her mouth and throat with his more moderately sized cock. Tashigi was sure she heard an audible squelch as the fat cock displaced Roronoa’s remaining slime, forcing it down Ranma’s throat and back into her belly. Fortunately for the small girl he wasn’t long enough to block her airway, to go by the sperm bubbles that formed and popped around her nose as her mouth was blocked.

“You going to eat that,” Nami asked as she reached for the small skewer in Tashigi’s hand.

Tashigi pulled the food away from the other girl, and with a defiant expression on her face slipped the entire length, all of six inches, into her mouth while fighting down her gag reflex and pulled all the food off of it in one go.”

“Sounds like someone needs some practice,” Nami remarked. “Just so you’re prepared for when he decides to strap you into that frame.” She took hold of Tashigi’s wrist and dragged her up off the bench and over toward the long table where Carrot was slowly working her way down the line of sitting men. Despite how disturbed, in several ways, she was from what she’d witnessed, Tashigi could not keep from smirking slightly at the big fluffy white tail Nami was sporting. It was so at odds with the aura of, “Don’t Fuck With Me!” she was projecting. A few men reached out toward them as they moved toward the table Carrot was under, but a single glance from Nami made them jerk back their hands as if they’d been burned.

The marine master chief offered no resistance as Nami crawled under the table, pulling her behind her. She was confronted with rows of spread male legs, some of them sporting limp and drained cocks between them, many more with dicks erect and throbbing. “Pick your poison,” Nami told Tashigi as she herself positioned herself between the closest pair of anonymous legs and lowered her head to engulf the stiff cock in front of her.

Tashigi hesitated, but only for a minute, before she looked down the long row of spread legs looking for the biggest cock of the bunch. She spotted her target sticking out of the open flap of a pair of bright orange coveralls. Right next to the man Carrot was currently blowing. Tashigi crawled on hands and knees toward the soon to be practice dick. In short order she was kneeling hip to hip with Carrot. With a look of determination she opened her mouth as wide as she could and engulfed the fat tip, having to strain to do so. She bobbed her head up and down a few times to prepare herself physically and mentally, and then **** herself to swallow as many inches as possible. Despite her determination to not do so, she gagged around the thick cock as the tip hit the back of her throat with at least five inches to go. With the same determination she put into her twice daily physical workout, she firmly gripped the base of the cock, trying to ignore the fact her fingers didn’t quite fit around it, and pushed her head down and tried to **** the bulbous tip into her throat.

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Naruto thought he’d been ready for what was coming when he first became aware that the cute rabbit girl had crawled under the table and was sucking off his fellow diners one by one. But actually feeling a girl’s mouth wrap around his dick, of her own free will, for the first time was incredible.

Having his way with Ranma had been enjoyable, until it had turned scary as fuck, but this was a whole different feeling. This was a girl of her own volition and uncoerced either physically or out of obligation sucking him off. Growing up he had dreamed of this sort of interaction with the good looking girls he knew, and had never gotten it.

Naruto had eaten, or been **** fed, the demon-fox fruit as a child. He had been too young to remember which. For the first half of his life he hadn’t been sure if he was a boy who turned into a fox, or a fox that turned into a boy. He was equally comfortable in either form, though depending on circumstances he might prefer one over the other. There was nothing like being a fox and able to tuck his nose under his tails on a cold night, for instance.

And, until instincts had taken over common sense during his bout with Ranma he had always imagined that sex with girls was pretty much a human on human circumstances. Knotting himself inside the red-head’s tight cunt and pumping her full of his spunk until her belly swelled had been a mind blowing experience and one he really wanted to experience again, as soon as he was sure Ranma wouldn’t pull out his tongue, or tails, if he tried. But even though she’d been very firm about who and how he was allowed to fuck on his new ship, he had not seen a single look of disgust in Ranma’s eyes because he’d fucked her while in his animal form. Never in his wildest of dreams had he ever imagined any girl would be that accepting of his nature.

Naruto had been ostracized by his hometown, **** to live alone and isolated from his peers, until the country they existed in went up in flames. He had fought the raiders that had come to his town looking for slaves and recruites. And had gotten his ass handed to him by the powerful leaders of those raiders. If the revolutionary army hadn’t shown up at the last minute and saved the day he would have been dead meat. A bitter pill to swallow for someone who had thought himself unbeatable up until that point.

The even more bitter pill was the people of the town blaming him for the chaos caused by the raiders. They actually claimed that if he hadn’t jumped in they could have bought off the men with the use of a few village girls and some supplies the town council had acquired for just that purpose.

In the end some of the sacrificial girls—some elected to stay despite what the village intended to do to them—and Naruto, had been invited to come with the revolutionary army and be re-settled in territory controlled by them. Naruto had wanted to join the fighting forces, but at ten years of age he’d been too young. He’d been sent to the secret arsenal dock to mature and learn more control over his skill. It was there that he’d learned of Ninja from Crocus. So many of the things the oldster, who had met actual ninja, had described had aligned well with some of the things that Naruto could do with his devil fruit ability. For that reason the fox-boy had made up his mind that he was going to become the greatest ninja the world had ever known.

His other vow was that he was going to acquire a harem and have unlimited sex on demand as soon as he turned eighteen, which had happened two weeks ago. The problem with that was that all the women in the hidden facility were far older than him, and had been in effect his surrogate mothers. It was pretty hard to imagine sexually dominating a group of women who had turned you over their knee for a spanking, or swatted your hand with a spatula for trying to steal a cookie before dinner. Not that they weren't hot, in a MILF sort of way, but he just could not get over his earlier imprinting on them. That likely would have changed in a few weeks when he would have had to join the other guys on the rota that made sure the small number of available females could make sure all the men at the base stayed healthy and focused on their task. Truthfully he had mixed feelings about that. While he was eager for his first sexual experience none of his daydreams had centered around having to share a half-dozen women with over a hundred guys.

That was why he had jumped at the chance to join Strawhat Luffy’s crew, after the captain revealed that his crew consisted of almost equal numbers of females to males.

His encounter with Ranma, even with how it had ended, had only cemented his determination. The fact that she hadn’t been disgusted at being mounted by his fox-form was icing on the cake. He had vowed, again, that he would not stop training until he could make her his **** bitch. Treat him like a naughty puppy would she, he’d show her that Ninja ruled, and martial art bitches drooled, all over his cock.

Then he’d discovered his new crew numbered an actual real life bunny girl. He’d drooled from both ends at the very idea, with his sexual interest trumping his carnivorous inclination. He had never met another human/animal and he looked forward to playing predator to her prey. It would certainly be a lot less dangerous and hurtful to his ego than trying such games with Ranma.

And now that bunny girl was sucking his dick, and feeding his ego as she gagged due to his length and size. Just wait till she got a load of what he sported as a fox. In the meantime he knew just how to encourage her. Reaching under the table he found her head and felt for those long floppy ears he knew had to be there.

Naruto knew how good it felt when someone fondled his ears and had no reason to expect her to be any different. Only, there were no bunny ears. His searching fingers found perfectly normal human ears and short hair. Fuck, it wasn’t the bunny, but one of his other new crew-mates. His disappointment was short lived as the girl sucking him started to gag violently.

“Guk, guk, guk, guk!” The frantic convulsions of her throat felt wonderful and he could not help trying to intensify the feeling by pushing down on her head. It was only when a set of fingers closed around his balls and squeezed, not all that gently, that he realized he had maybe been a bit too forceful. He hastily let up on the pressure, and the girl did the same with her fingers. Naruto heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed the girls on his new crew were not to be taken for granted. He settled for gently stroking the girl’s head and having made her point she seemed to be determined to prove that she was perfectly able to swallow his dick to the balls, no matter how much it stressed her, without need of his ‘encouragement.’

Soon the girl between his legs was gagging just as violently as when he had **** her head downward, this time due to her own efforts. Naruto was delighted, he got all the perks, and none of the push back in the form of bruised balls. The feel of her throat struggling to accommodate him was too much to bear and he let out a groan as his ass clenched and he erupted inside the girl’s mouth. She swallowed frantically to accommodate the size of his load and then milked every last drop out of his shaft as he slowly softened inside her mouth. It was everything he had ever imagined and more.

“Hey, how’s it hanging, Ninja-boy?” Someone asked as they sat down next to him on the bench. Naruto got a rather unwelcome view of a large semi-erect cock covered in fluids just before it vanished from sight below the lip of the table. Without that distraction he recognized one of his new crew-mates. He was either the ship’s liar, or sniper, depending on who was describing him. Having seen him snipe Ranma as she ran rings around nearly thirty skilled top-riggers, Naruto was inclined to go with the sniper label.

“Wonderful!” Naruto answered with enthusiasm. “Is it true that you get to have sex every day on your ship?”

“Pffft, who told you that?” Usopp laughed. Naruto’s hopes plummeted, and then the sniper continued in a bombastic manner of speaking. “I’ll have you know that I the great lover Captain Usopp have sex at least six times a day, and usually more often than that! The girl’s on our ship all refer to me as the unstoppable sex machine!”

The great captain Usopp suddenly got a strange look in his eyes, almost as if someone had taken him by the balls, and squeezed. He swallowed nervously. “Of course our female crewmates are wonderful, incredible, brave, ladies and it would be wrong of me to think of them as nothing more than cum-receptacles.” The strained look on the long-nosed sniper’s face vanished and was replaced by a look of relief, and pleasure.

The, “Guk, guk, guk,” sounds from under the table went a long way to explaining all of the sniper’s reactions.

Okay, so maybe both of the man’s titles were fitting. He was both a liar and a sniper, plus a wimp, Naruto thought a bit smuggly. Ignoring how Ranma had owned his ass after their session.

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Any satisfaction Tashigi might have felt at cowing the ship’s sniper soon vanished as she found herself with the daunting task of swallowing his oversized cock to the balls. Really, what was with this crew. There wasn’t a single one of the men who was even close to normal when it came to their endowments. As for the one she was currently trying to suck, it had started out easily enough. Usopp’s dick had been half-hard and coated with a thick layer of surprisingly tasty sperm that had gone well with the residue from the man in the orange coveralls. She managed to get almost the entire thing into her mouth, mostly be bending it to fit, but then he’d stiffened up and she found herself gagging on his girth with a good five inches still to go.

Tashigi found herself wishing she hadn’t been so dominant with Usopp. It was difficult for her to overcome her instincts and **** herself to swallow his thick shaft. It would have been helpful if he’d taken hold of her head and left her with little choice. Roronoa certainly would have done so. And if she’d threatened his balls like she had with Usopp she’d have likely ended up in a punishment frame where he’d have made use of not just her mouth but every other hole capable of taking his cock. But then he was technically her superior officer, while Usopp was in an entirely different chain of command as a specialist/operator. He had no authority over her. Or at least that would have been the case on a marine ship. It was much different on a pirate ship. To those lawless thugs might made right. She had a feeling that on a normal pirate ship the females ranked below everyone with a dick. At least that was not the case on her new ship. Even the captain gave way to Nami when she was mad.

In the case of the man she was sucking, and the nature of the ship they both sailed on, how much power over her Usopp possessed was entirely dependent on what he could make her do. If he had the balls, and the ability, there were no rules or regulations that would keep him from skull fucking her or worse. That was why Tashigi had to overcome her current difficulty. She could not allow herself to end up in a subservient position where any of the men on the ship could reduce her to a drooling cock-wrecked cum-socket simply by forcing their oversized dicks down her throat. She had to learn to cope with their endowments or they’d be holding them over her for as long as she was on the ship.

On the other side that applied to her as well. Right now Roronoa was playing cat and mouse with her. She knew that anytime he wanted he could take her in any way he desired and there would be nothing she could do to stop him. But that was due to his own personal ability and had nothing to do with any authority given to him by a promotion board. If she could master her skill and grow stronger than him the shoe would be on the other foot. Then it would be her in the dominant position.

Tashigi was feeling smug as she imagined Roronoa getting on his hands and knees to lick her boots, when the cock in her mouth suddenly swelled and ejaculated a huge amount of sperm into her throat. She’d just drawn a breath and the sudden flood of spunk went down the wrong way. She coughed and sneezed, blowing some of the load out past the cock in her mouth and some out her nose, leaving the better part of her face coated with jism. Her automatic retreat didn’t help matters. Usopp’s last few ejaculations splattered across her face and forehead forcing her to close her eyes. She burned with sudden humiliation at the mental image of what a slut she must look like at the moment. At least under the table no one could see her depraved appearance.

“Ooooh, dessert!” the familiar voice of Carrot called out and Tashigi found herself in a familiar hug as Carrot began to clean her face with her little pink tongue.

“Yum, Usopp is always tasty,” Nami said from the other side of Tashigi and she soon found herself sandwiched between the real bunny girl and the fake one as they cleaned her cum-coated face with their tongues.

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“Why didn’t you let Tashigi draw on Moss Head?” Sanji asked as he slid a huge platter of barbecue meat in front of his captain, only to see it evaporate in seconds. “You’d have had an excuse to tell the idiot to punish her for it. Those two want each other so bad it is beyond being a joke. I don’t care about moss-head, but watching Tashigi-chan eat her heart out makes me want to give the sword idiot a good kick in the ass to get him heading in the right direction.”

“Nope!” Luffy said, holding out a platter nearly as big as the table top for Sanji to refill. While he was waiting for his dozenth serving he elaborated, or did so as much as he was inclined. “She’s got to ask.”

Sanji shook his head in denial. “She won’t. She’s got too much pride,” he said as he slid the refilled platter in front of Luffy.

Luffy actually waited a moment before diving in. “Doesn’t matter. She needs to ask. Not just Zoro. Me, you, us! She has to be the one to ask!” With that Luffy started stuffing the hundred or so pounds of meat into his mouth in an attempt to fill the bottomless void that was his belly.

“You asshole!” Sanji cursed Luffy. “What ever happened to, “I refuse your refusal.” I must have told you a dozen times I didn’t want to join your crew. You practically shanghaied me!”

Luffy paused in the act of licking the platter in front of him clean to give Sanji a derisive look. “You’re not a girl.”

Sanji had been ready to start a knock-down drag-out fight with Luffy over his hypocrisy, but that stopped him dead. He thought about it for a moment, and then lit a cigarette and took a long draw on it. “Yeah, fair enough. Okay. She has to ask. Can we nudge things a little?”

Luffy gave the question some thought, and then held up a hand with the tips of his thumb and forefinger about twenty inches apart. “A little,” he said. He ended the conversation by stretching his arms out and pulling an entire roast half cow, spit and all, off a barbecue pit about thirty feet away.