Straw Hats and Babe Spotters [pt. V]

*Written with NamiChwan57

Nami's eyebrow was raised as she appraised Chopper as he held out the plate with the two slices of toast that she'd requested from Sanji.

The fact that her eternal admirer had not delivered this himself ringing alarm bells in her mind, indeed the chef was suspiciously keeping his back to her in the kitchen, but the cute little reindeer's badly concealed glee gave the game away.

She studied the toasted bread and the 'butter' spread across them. She grazed a finger tip through the thin, watery glaze and brought it to her face. Instantly, she wrinkled her nose.

"Chopper…" she spoke slowly and evenly despite her growing furry, "Is this your semen?"

There was the slightest pause before the little reindeer answered, "... Yes?" His voice was soft as a whisper, almost a squeak, like a child who'd done something naughty and was ashamed of himself.

Her brow twitched and her lips tightened as she just barely kept her pot from boiling over, “Why is your semen on my toast, Chopper?”

A nervous titter passed through his lips as he nervously tugged at his shirt collar. “There’s actually quite a lot of useful protein in sperm, did you know that? Nutrients even! And you know… protein helps build strong muscle cells, improve heart and respiratory rates, protect organs and vessels, assist with digestion, and help repair damage done by disease!”

About to blow her stack as the tiny reindeer tried to babble his way to freedom, Nami's eyes landed on Nakaba playing Shogi with Robin at the other end of the dining room table.

She shoved a very pointed finger at Chopper warningly, silencing him and silently promising future retribution should his perversely mischievous side get the better of him again and got to her feet, topless boobs yoyoing majestically as she stomped down the table, making sure to swing her bright pink booty-shorts clad hips as a proper Babe should.

Which according to her Babe Spotter was just a hare less **** than that Baroque Works bitch Ms. Doublefinger's absurd saunter.

“Alright! I’m gonna go fuck Nakaba on the deck.” Nami announced, grabbing the Babe Spotter's hand and dragging him towards the door. Stopping only to look back with an eyebrow raised, “Isn’t anyone gonna come pound it to us?”

“I will Nami-san!” Sanji spun from around the counter, saluting the woman who rolled her eyes at him.

“Come on then, you better hold on as long as possible this time. I wanna orgasm while someone’s jerking off to me after this!”

As one certain doctor jumped and raised his hand, ‘ooh meing’ all the while, she snapped in his face, “Not you, mister! You’ve blown your little load where you wanted! You don’t get to watch!”

The latest normality had certainly changed things in the world’s dynamics.

A symbiotic relationship had formed with Babe Spotted babes and lesser men. Now, whenever a woman was getting fucked, she would demand and demean those who could not cum inside to masturbate to the event, her sex being that much sweeter with someone stroking. In turn, a lesser male would become instantly more aroused when stroking himself to real sex. And as Nakaba had pointed out, it was normally somehow more pleasurable for them to do this than to ever have sex again. Each time they did it became more normal in their heads.

This is why Sanji now had no qualms in sitting on one of the stools on the lawn while watching Nakaba’s ass hump the woman he loved. Nami loved it, Nakaba loved it, and now Sanji loved it.

Thoughts of disgrace just made him hotter. It was the perfect breeding ground for the Netorase curse to bloom fully in the blonde and spread through the crew like a plague. Not that anyone could tell, the symptoms were so alike to their daily lives now that it would be too late for anyone to pick up on it.

Sanji wasn’t thinking of that though, he was just imagining how great Nami was feeling getting her insides messed up by a real penis. How his length made it impossible to ever achieve that level of intimacy with a woman. And how much his dick ached at those facts.

But he wasn’t the only one. Like a lamprey, lesser men simply existed to suckle off the energy of Babe Spotters. If they didn’t exist the species would surely perish. It was their duty to make Babe Spotters feel as empowered and horny as possible so they would continue the human race. It was their birthright and their responsibility as breeders.
Nami just liked to get fucked though.

Nakaba’s dick hit all the right places, but there was an extra twinge of sensitivity when one of her crew stroked their tiny dicks to her. It was all they were going to be good for soon enough. Every day seemed to get hornier and hornier for the whole crew, more and more seed spilled across the deck until it was as salty as the sea. Partly from the jerking off, and partly because it was hard to store all of Nakaba’s cum inside her. He was still producing an extraordinary amount every time he filled her up to brim.