Smoker and Tashigi

The tip had reached the Marines less than ten minutes earlier.

Crescent-Moon Gally and his crew had occupied an old provisions warehouse near the northern freight yard, where they were helping themselves to food, water, and anything else they wanted aboard their ship before attempting the Grand Line. One warehouse clerk had escaped through a loading hatch and found a patrol.

Shigure hung freshly polished at Tashigi’s hip. She had collected it from the weapons shop earlier that morning and encountered a reckless three-sworded man carrying Wado Ichimonji. The stranger had discovered Sandai Kitetsu among the cheaper blades, wagered his arm against its curse, and somehow won. Watching him leave with both Kitetsu and Ipponmatsu’s prized Yubashiri had unsettled her almost as much as his resemblance to everything she imagined the infamous evil Roronoa Zoro to be. She had not even learned his name.

She was still a bit in awe of having encountered so many famous swords in just one day but the Gally Pirates demanded her attention now.

Tashigi hurried beside Captain Smoker as the midday market flowed around their advancing squad, civilians moving aside at the sight of white uniforms and the thick smoke pouring from Smoker’s shoulders. His jitte rested across one broad shoulder while his long coat snapped behind him.

“The clerk counted approximately twenty pirates inside,” Tashigi said. “The front doors are barred, and the loading entrance opens into an alley behind the warehouse. If we divide before entering the freight yard, Corporal Kito can cover the rear while the remaining men contain the street.”

Smoker listened without slowing. “Send half around the back. The rest can hold the street while I go through the front. Anyone who surrenders gets restrained. Anyone who runs gets put down.”

Tashigi nodded and began identifying which Marines would accompany Kito. She nearly walked into a handcart while checking the names, catching herself with an awkward sidestep that made her glasses slide down her nose. By the time she had pushed them back into place, a young civilian had entered the formation from the left.

He had messy black hair and wore a purple jacket with a black undershirt. Something large had been shoved down one leg of his trousers. Tashigi took the long, thick outline for a sword and its sheath, though she could not see a hilt from her angle. It was certainly an irresponsible way to carry a blade, normal for him perhaps, but she wanted to inform him of a better way anyway.

The civilian fell into step behind her and there was nothing particularly wrong with that, so Tashigi returned to the operation. She was telling Kito to delay his movement until they reached the next intersection when the concealed sword pressed into the cleft of her ass.

Her next word came out half a breath too high.

The sheathed weapon lay along the seam of her fitted trousers, its length extending down between her buttocks while the civilian matched her pace. When he moved closer, the thick scabbard dragged upward through her cleft and forced her hips forward. Heat rushed into Tashigi’s face, but there was no reason to interrupt an imminent arrest over something merely embarrassing.

Two Marines noticed. Their eyes descended toward the bulge wedged between their superior officer’s cheeks, remained there for several seconds, then lifted hurriedly when Tashigi glanced toward them. One began surveying the roofs with newfound intensity. The other adjusted his rifle sling while sneaking another look.

Tashigi focused upon the clerk’s statement. “Gally may have posted lookouts on the roof. The neighboring warehouses are unoccupied, but the yard itself offers little cover, so we should assume they will see us before we reach the entrance.”

“They can see me coming,” Smoker said. “Maybe that’ll convince a few of them to surrender.”

The civilian reached around Tashigi and opened the top button of her flowered shirt.

Her shoulders tightened, but she continued walking. A second button slipped loose while she explained the rear approach to Kito, followed by a third as they crossed the next intersection. The sides of her shirt separated to reveal the upper edge of her white bra and the pale cleavage she normally kept covered beneath her uniform.

The Marines around her began watching in brief, guilty glances. They tried to hide their interest behind their duties, looking toward alleys and storefronts while their eyes repeatedly returned to the fingers opening Tashigi’s shirt. One young rifleman drifted behind a taller companion so he could stare without being seen from the front. Corporal Kito kept his expression commendably professional, although Tashigi caught him using a shop window to study her reflection.

The remaining buttons came open. Warm air moved across her chest, and the civilian slipped both hands beneath her coat. His fingers found the clasp behind her back while Tashigi continued discussing the warehouse. She had just reached the clerk’s description of Gally when the hooks opened and the pressure around her chest relaxed.

The civilian pulled her bra down. Tashigi’s breasts spilled over the cups and dropped into his waiting hands.

A gasp interrupted her report. She took another breath and repeated the sentence from the beginning while his palms settled beneath the soft weight of her tits. His fingers spread across their lower curves, lifting them until the pale flesh swelled between his hands and her small pink nipples projected forward into the warm midday air.

Every Marine near enough to see was looking now. Some turned away as soon as Tashigi’s gaze reached them, while others stared from the corners of their eyes and trusted the brims of their caps to conceal it. The youngest man in the squad lost track of his pace and stepped on the heel of the Marine in front of him.

Tashigi’s face burned. She was reserved even among other women and buttoned her shirts high for a reason. Having both breasts pulled from her uniform in a crowded market would have been mortifying without twelve subordinates watching their weight settle into a stranger’s hands.

The civilian squeezed.

His fingers sank deeply into her tits, kneading upward until the flesh bulged between them. Tashigi continued speaking, though her voice had become strained. The firm pressure moved through her chest in slow waves, making her nipples stiffen despite the heat in her face.

That physical response made the humiliation worse. Her subordinates could see the pink points hardening beneath the civilian’s thumbs. Tashigi tried to attribute it to the open air, but his next squeeze sent a warm flutter lower through her abdomen that had nothing to do with temperature.

He lifted both breasts and allowed them to drop into his palms. Their weight bounced against her ribs before he caught them again. Tashigi stumbled over another word while the Marines watched the motion, then corrected herself and finished outlining Kito’s position.

Smoker remained concerned with Gally. He asked whether the loading alley was wide enough for men to escape in groups, listened to Kito’s answer, and instructed him to keep the rear route open until the front assault began.

The civilian pressed Tashigi’s breasts together. Their inner curves flattened into a deep line between his thumbs before he separated them and clapped them together with a thick slap.

Tashigi squeaked. Several of the men turned openly at the sound.

“Smoker,” the civilian called from behind her, giving the soft flesh another loud clap. “What do you think of Tashigi’s tits?”

Captain Smoker continued discussing the warehouse. The stranger asked again, louder this time, while bouncing Tashigi’s breasts in alternating handfuls. Her tits rose and fell in his palms as she walked, their hardened nipples drawing the eyes of every man who believed she was looking elsewhere.

Eventually the young man loudly spoke, “It’s normal for Captain Smoker to be the kind of Marine who openly declares when he loves a subordinate’s fat titties, brazenly stating when they make the cigar in his little Marine panties hard.”

Smoker stopped in the middle of the street.

Tashigi knew the expression that crossed his face when he turned and saw her exposed chest. His hard mouth spread into a shameless grin. His shoulders drew inward, his hips gave an eager little sway beneath his coat, and the smoke rising from his cigars curled into two fat loops above his head.

“Tashigi,” he said, gazing at the breasts filling the civilian’s hands. “You’ve brought the lovely girls out on patrol.”

“We are less than five minutes from Gally’s warehouse,” Tashigi reminded Smoker. “If you intend to indulge yourself, Captain, please remember that an armed pirate crew is preparing to leave for the Grand Line.”

“I can handle pirates and appreciate my second at the same time.” Smoker stepped closer, his eyes moving hungrily over her naked chest. “I love those fat titties. They make the cigar in my little Marine panties hard.”

He declared it before the entire squad. No one laughed at the somewhat self-deprecating statement. The Marines knew what Smoker became around attractive women, and they also knew that he could demolish Gally’s warehouse without their assistance. The men watched Tashigi’s breasts while carefully avoiding their captain’s gaze.

Smoker leaned toward her and exhaled. A thick cloud of hot cigar smoke rolled over both tits, curling around their heavy curves and washing directly across her nipples. Tashigi shuddered as the stiff little points tightened further. The reaction drew another pleased sway from Smoker’s hips.

He placed his hands over her breasts alongside the civilian’s. One broad palm covered the upper curve of her left tit while the fingers of his other hand closed around her right nipple. Tashigi inhaled sharply as he pinched and pulled the little pink point away from her chest.

The civilian yielded her breasts to Smoker. His hands slid down Tashigi’s sides, passed over her narrow waist, and settled upon her hips. His thumbs hooked behind her belt while his fingers spread across her buttocks, squeezing both round cheeks through the close-fitting trousers.

His sheathed sword remained lodged between them. The civilian drew her backward until its thickness filled the cleft of her ass and pressed firmly against her pelvis from behind. He rocked against her while Smoker rolled her nipple between his fingers, producing a slow, grinding pressure that made Tashigi’s thighs tense.

She kept her attention upon the operation. “Sir, if the pirates happen to realize the clerk got away delaying in the middle of the market will give them additional time to flee.”

Smoker snorted, “They can run but they can’t hide and they’re NOT getting out of my port.”

He flicked her right nipple with his thumbnail, making the breast jump, then caught the left and twisted both at once. The sharp pressure pulled a strangled sound from Tashigi and lifted her onto her toes. Behind her, the civilian tightened his grip upon her hips and ground his sheath upward between her ass cheeks.

Pain and pleasure spread through her chest in a confusing pulse. Her nipples had become swollen beneath Smoker’s fingers, sending heat inward whenever he rolled or twisted them. The stranger’s hands kneaded her buttocks while the sword concealed in his trousers rubbed insistently through their cleft.

Tashigi felt a shameful warmth gathering between her thighs. The muscles low in her belly tightened, and the inside of her panties grew damp. She could tolerate the embarrassment of being handled in public, but realizing that her body enjoyed the treatment made her want to disappear into her own coat. Every breath sharpened the ache in her nipples. Every grind from behind sent another pulse toward her pussy.

She could only hope the men could not tell. Their attention kept moving between Smoker’s hands on her breasts and the civilian’s fingers squeezing her ass, so Tashigi suspected that hope was misplaced.

Smoker slapped one breast upward and caught it as it dropped. “Your swordsmanship got you recommended for this position, but these beauties made sure I kept you beside me.”

Tashigi’s embarrassment sharpened into irritation. “My examination scores, arrest record, and ability with Shigure earned this position, Captain. You have acknowledged that yourself, and I would prefer that the men continue to understand why I outrank them.”

“The men know you’re competent,” Smoker assured her while squeezing the soft underside of one breast. “They also know I like watching these bounce when you run. Nobody said a good officer couldn’t have excellent tits.”

That was the intolerable simplicity with which Smoker approached his vices. He never treated Tashigi as incapable, never barred her from danger, and never protected her from an opponent merely because she was a woman. He trusted her judgment more readily than many cleaner-mouthed officers at headquarters. He also groped her whenever the urge struck him and made certain every Marine nearby understood that her body contributed to his enjoyment of their working relationship.

Tashigi disliked the humiliation, but she had never considered surrendering her post because of it. Smoker kept Loguetown safe, pursued pirates without accepting bribes, and possessed more practical knowledge than any instructor she had encountered. She had decided that his hands and comments were a price she could bear while becoming the swordswoman and officer she intended to be.

Smoker released her breasts and stepped back to admire them. They dropped heavily against Tashigi’s chest, the loosened bra still folded beneath them. His eyes shone as their remaining movement gradually settled.

“Shake them for me,” he said. “Give your captain a proper bounce before I deal with this pirate scum.”

Tashigi’s stomach tightened. The Marines around her turned toward rooftops, alleys, and market awnings with exaggerated professionalism, arranging themselves where they could continue watching without meeting her eyes.

The civilian remained behind her with both hands gripping her hips. His fingers extended around far enough to squeeze the upper curves of her ass, and the huge sheathed blade stayed trapped between her buttocks.

Tashigi planted her boots shoulder-width apart, bent her knees, and began bouncing.

Her naked breasts jumped with the first landing. Both globes rose, compressed briefly against her chest, then dropped with a fleshy slap. At the same time, her ass came down against the civilian’s pelvis. Her buttocks flattened across the front of his trousers and spread around the thick sheath before rebounding.

The civilian pulled her into the next bounce. Tashigi’s breasts flew higher, their nipples tracing quick arcs through the air, while her backside struck his pelvis with a louder smack. The concealed sword dragged upward through her cleft, jostled by the weight of her ass slapping repeatedly against it.

Smoker’s hips began moving from side to side as he watched. “That’s it, Tashigi. Let me see those fat things jump.”

She established a steady rhythm, treating the degrading display like any other physical drill. Her knees bent, her boots left the street, and her breasts lagged half a beat behind the rest of her body. Each landing sent them upward and outward before their weight pulled them down against her ribs. Their pale curves slapped together, separated, and continued jiggling into the next bounce.

Behind her, the civilian guided her hips with both hands. Every landing brought her ass down upon him, producing another thick slap of flesh against cloth. Her cheeks flattened against his pelvis, squeezed around the sheath, then shook outward as she rose. His fingers kneaded the soft curves between impacts and pulled her more firmly backward whenever her movement carried her forward.

Tashigi’s body responded with fresh heat. The repeated motion made her swollen nipples bob and ache, while the seam of her trousers pressed against her damp pussy every time she landed. The sword rubbing through her ass crack added a steady grinding pressure from behind. Her breath began coming faster, and she hoped the men watching might mistake it for simple exertion because they certainly could not feel the slick warmth developing inside her panties.

Smoker told her to go faster.

Tashigi obeyed.

Her breasts began jumping wildly between the open halves of her shirt. One swung farther than the other, making her nipples dance out of time while the soft flesh collided, dropped, and rolled across her ribs. The rapid landings drove her backside against the civilian again and again, her ass bounce-slapping his pelvis with a steady rhythm while his concealed sword rode the cleft between her cheeks.

The Marines had abandoned most attempts at subtlety. Tashigi could hear boots shifting as men moved for clearer views. Someone breathed a quiet curse before Kito silenced him with an elbow. She could see heads turning between the violent movement of her tits and the repeated impact of her ass against the civilian.

Her humiliation became nearly unbearable when a particularly hard landing sent a pulse of pleasure through her pussy. Tashigi’s knees almost buckled. She caught herself and continued bouncing, mortified that her body could betray her so thoroughly in front of her captain and subordinates.

Smoker’s grin widened. He reached in and caught both breasts during one of their upward swings, squeezing them before allowing their weight to drop free again. “Perfect. Best second in the East Blue.”

Tashigi kept bouncing until he raised one hand. She stopped with her chest heaving. Her breasts continued moving, rising once more from their remaining momentum before dropping and swaying heavily against her ribs. Her ass gave one final, softer slap against the civilian’s pelvis as his hands held her firmly against his sheath.

Smoker stepped close, caught both of her swollen nipples, and delivered a quick, satisfied twist. Tashigi bit down on another moan.

“Thank you, Captain,” she managed. “Now that you have finished, we should proceed before Gally’s crew empties the warehouse.”

At a quick violent gesture from Kito, the surrounding Marines snapped into humiliating clarity, and nearly every one of them looked away too late. Tashigi forced herself to stand upright despite the ache in her nipples and the wetness between her thighs.

Smoker had begun to turn toward the freight yard when the civilian said, “It’s normal for Tashigi to split off from the others now.”

Of course. Someone needed to establish a holding point outside the freight district, organize restraints, and receive Gally’s men once Smoker drove them from the warehouse. Tashigi could coordinate that work more effectively from the intersection.

She addressed Smoker while the civilian continued squeezing her hips. “Captain, I’ll remain here and organize the prisoner detail. We can have the carts and restraints prepared by the time you clear the warehouse.”

Smoker looked at her face, then down at her naked breasts. The eager motion returned to his hips, and the front of his trousers appeared uncomfortably tight. He adjusted his grip upon the jitte and considered the squad waiting around them.

“Change of plan. All of you stay with Tashigi and secure this intersection. Those sweet tits have me too worked up to waste time coordinating an entry. I’m taking Gally’s entire crew myself.”

Nobody questioned his ability to defeat twenty pirates alone. Kito began assigning men to both ends of the street while two Marines went to requisition carts from nearby merchants. Smoker strode toward the northern freight yard with smoke pouring behind him, carrying the impatient energy of a man who intended to beat an erection out of himself using Crescent-Moon Gally and every pirate unfortunate enough to share his warehouse.

Smoker disappeared toward the northern freight yard, leaving a trail of smoke between the buildings. Behind him, Corporal Kito began turning the intersection into a prisoner-receiving station, sending two Marines for carts and ordering the others to clear space along the curb.

Tashigi waited until her captain had turned the corner before reaching for her bra. Her breasts were still flushed from the handling they had received, the heavy flesh swaying beneath her open shirt while she tried to pull the cups back into place. Even the brush of the fabric across her swollen nipples made them ache. She held one breast with both hands, settled it carefully into its cup, then repeated the process with the other while several Marines developed a renewed interest in nearby roofs.

The civilian came around to stand in front of her. His gaze followed her breasts as she adjusted them inside the bra, lingering upon the cleavage still visible between the open sides of her shirt. “Smoker was right about those,” he said. “You’ve got great tits.”

Tashigi resumed buttoning her shirt without answering. His appraisal was embarrassing, particularly after he had spent most of the patrol squeezing them, but the restraints and carts mattered more. She had fastened the lower half of her shirt when she obtained a clear view of the sword hidden inside his trousers.

Her first impression had been correct about one thing. The clothing had been specially designed to accommodate his weapon. A normal trouser zipper would have ended several inches below the waistband. The civilian’s began in the usual place, descended across his crotch, then curved sharply to the left and continued along his thigh until it reached his knee. The zipper followed the entire tubular outline of the concealed weapon.
The arrangement made sense if you wanted to have the scabbard inside your pants but it was still terrible for the scabbard. Tashigi stepped closer and squinted through her glasses at the long zipper.

“Excuse me. Your blade is improperly secured. Carrying it against your thigh like that will expose the scabbard to sweat, salt, and constant friction, especially if you intend to keep pressing it against people while walking. You should wear it at your hip or across your back.”

The civilian looked down at himself before raising his eyes to her half-covered chest. “You really think I’ve got a sword down my pants.”

“It has the outline of a sheathed sword, and your trousers were plainly tailored around it.” Tashigi indicated the zipper running toward his knee.

A grin spread across his face. “Okay, let’s see about that.”

He unbuttoned his pants and drew the zipper down.

As the fabric parted at the top Tashigi expected to see the hilt of his sword. Instead, the opening exposed the root of a thick shaft of flesh lying against his groin. As the zipper traveled farther down his leg, more of that shaft appeared behind it, inch after heavy inch revealed beneath the spreading cloth. Veins ran beneath warm skin where she had expected lacquered wood. The upper portion was already thicker than the handle of most swords, and the length continued well beyond the midpoint of his thigh.

The slider reached his knee. The last section of fabric opened, finally exposing the blunt head resting at the end of the shaft. Foreskin covered most of it, with a glossy bead of clear fluid gathered at the opening.

Tashigi stopped breathing.

The civilian slipped one hand beneath the immense penis and lifted it out through the long opening. Even soft, it measured approximately twelve inches and possessed enough weight to sag across his palm. He pulled the upper part of his trousers aside to release two large, round testicles hanging beneath the base, completing the unmistakably male package that had spent the entire patrol pressed into the cleft of her ass.

Her eyes widened behind her glasses.

Heat flooded her face, neck, and chest. “Oh.”

The previous ten minutes rearranged in Tashigi’s mind. That had been his penis grinding between her buttocks while she delivered the report. When Captain Smoker ordered her to bounce, she had repeatedly slammed her ass against this thick shaft until the man’s clear arousal had leaked onto the head.

Her body answered the realization with a hot contraction between her thighs. The damp fabric of her panties pressed against her pussy, reminding her how thoroughly the two men had aroused her in front of the squad.

Tashigi pulled the sides of her shirt together. Her apology emerged in an awkward rush despite her attempt to remain professional. “I am very sorry. Your trousers, the unusual dimensions, and the shape through the fabric led me to a mistaken conclusion. My eyesight is also unreliable at a distance, although that does not excuse offering sword-maintenance advice about your penis.”

The civilian held his soft cock across one palm, apparently delighted by the misunderstanding. “You were really worried about my scabbard.”

“I believed a sword was being damaged through negligent handling.” Her gaze drifted toward the immense shaft again and something quirked in her memory.

The shape was familiar.

Tashigi looked at the thick shaft, the heavy testicles, and the distinctive arrangement of veins. She had seen precisely that anatomy in an official Marine photograph recently.

Copies of the wanted poster hung inside the Loguetown Marine base, at every harbor checkpoint, and on public notice boards throughout the city. Instead of Tsujo’s face, each one displayed a clear photograph of his penis and testicles. The intelligence beneath it identified Iron Cock Tsujo as an emerging pirate threat associated with Iron Mace Alvida.

Their placement had never been in question, but that had not stopped people from complaining. Parents objected, shopkeepers grumbled about having one posted beside their doors, and even some Marines found it difficult to discuss the suspect without looking embarrassed. Tashigi had privately blamed the Mirror Ball Marine Post. The island’s absurdly permissive sexual culture must have influenced whoever decided that a genital photograph belonged among the faces of murderers and pirate captains.

Seeing the man in person forced her to concede the practical argument. His face was ordinary enough to disappear into almost any East Blue crowd. The twelve-inch cock hanging from his hand was unmistakable. She still resented Mirror Ball’s decision, but no conventional portrait could have identified Iron Cock Tsujo half as quickly.

Tashigi pushed her glasses more firmly into place. “You are Iron Cock Tsujo.”

His grin became openly proud. “You’ve heard of me.”

Tashigi fastened the remaining buttons over her breasts, then retrieved a pair of handcuffs from the back of her belt. The movement drew Corporal Kito’s attention. He looked from the restraints to Tsujo’s exposed cock, recognized the subject of the public wanted poster, and quietly signaled the surrounding Marines to remain alert.

There was no need to create a disturbance in the crowded market. Tsujo was standing calmly, and nothing about his manner suggested he intended to flee.

Tashigi stepped closer with the open handcuffs held at her side. Her cheeks remained pink, but her voice recovered its professional firmness.

“Iron Cock Tsujo, you are wanted for piracy and association with Iron Mace Alvida. Please close your trousers, turn around, and place your hands behind your back. You are under arrest.”

Link to the orphaned episodes further down the line:

https://chyoa.com/chapter/No-one.1659781

Soon there will be an unbroken path to them and the the story will actually move beyond Loguetown.