Tashigi and Tsujo pt. [V]

Tashigi ran across the square with nothing on her body except her glasses and the sword clutched in her right hand.

Shigure gave her at least a little dignity, she hoped. Tashigi held the sheathed blade close to her hip, squared her shoulders, and tried to turn her flight into a purposeful Marine sprint. Concentrating on her pace and posture was easier than thinking about everything left exposed. Her bare feet slapped the warm cobblestones, her thighs flashed through each long stride, and every landing sent one brief, humiliating jiggle through her bare bottom.

Tsujo’s semen slipped from her stretched pussy and streaked the insides of her legs. Her breasts were worse. Their weight pulled them into a broader swing, jerking them against her chest with every step. The cheers pursuing her across the square told Tashigi that the crowd had noticed all of it.

People moved out of her path. Some laughed while others raised cups or waved hats. Then a man beside the fountain followed her course toward the scaffold and shouted, “King’s Run!”

The cry raced through the square. Chairs scraped back, merchants leaned over their counters, and laughter swelled into cheers. One moment they were watching a naked Marine flee the cafe table where she had been fucked. The next they were cheering on a runner.

A Marine private raised an arm as if to stop her, saw Shigure, recognized his superior, and stared with open fascination at her jiggling tits and bouncing ass.

Tashigi reached the base of the scaffold and skidded on the worn stones. Her chest heaved. Her breasts bounced through several final motions before settling, and the sensation of air against her wet nipples made her painfully aware that the couple had left them swollen and shiny. She turned, expecting Tsujo to be close enough that his cock would already be reaching for her.

He was still beside the cafe

He had taken off the last of his clothing and left it with the well-dressed couple. Now he crossed the square completely naked with his fingers laced behind his head, elbows spread, taking the kind of unhurried stroll a man might enjoy after a large meal. His skinny youthful body only made the massive cock projecting from his hips look more obscene. Its angry head bobbed with each step, and his enormous balls swung below it, still looking full despite the load he had emptied into her minutes earlier.

The contrast made the crowd laugh. Tashigi had crossed the square at a desperate sprint, while Tsujo followed at the leisurely pace she had already learned to expect from him, naked, smiling, and perfectly content to let everyone enjoy the view.

She pointed Shigure toward the scaffold. “A slightly faster pace would be appreciated!”

Tsujo kept walking. His grin widened as several spectators fell into step behind him, turning his approach into the head of a growing parade.

“Tsujo!” Tashigi called. “You are giving the entire square time to assemble behind you!”

“Yeah. Look how excited they are.”

Of course he would enjoy drawing it out. Tashigi groaned and looked up through the open scaffold. Waiting at the bottom left her surrounded by faces at eye level. The first landing would at least raise her above their heads, and the posts and crossbeams beneath the upper platform might interrupt some of the sightlines. It wasn’t privacy, but it was better than standing still while Tsujo conducted half of Loguetown toward her. She turned and started climbing.

Her bare feet struck the timber. Shigure knocked against her leg. Every upward step lifted her naked ass higher above the people gathering below, and their cheers followed her through the structure. She climbed faster, aware of her cheeks jiggling, aware of semen gathering again at the entrance of her pussy, aware that Tsujo’s cock had remained hard after filling her and would soon be climbing after her for the express purpose of doing it again.

By the time she reached the top, arousal had burned through the last cooling effects of the run. Her pussy clenched around the emptiness he had left. She wanted his cock back inside her with an intensity that made her angry all over again, because wanting Tsujo did not mean wanting the platform, the crowd, or the strangers who had put their mouths on her breasts. Those were separate facts. Her body’s refusal to keep them separate was the problem.

Tashigi stepped onto the worn boards where Gold Roger had received his sentence and immediately tried to become a Marine again.

The traditional female position waited in the center of the platform. Hands behind the head. Knees spread. Body offered to the square in deliberate imitation of Roger’s last posture. Tashigi refused to assume it while she was alone. She moved to the side instead, drew herself erect, and planted her feet in the formal stance of one of the guards who had flanked the Pirate King. She held Shigure upright before her, still safely in its scabbard, and faced across the platform as though she had climbed to protect the monument from the naked pirate approaching below.

It was a respectable pose. Her naked breasts, dripping pussy, and thoroughly fucked expression weakened the effect unfortunately.

The boards creaked as Tsujo stepped onto the platform and looked at her from head to toe. His eyes lingered on the wet trails down her thighs before settling on her guard stance.

“Ha. Very official,” he said. “But you’re missing the other guard.”

He moved to the opposite side and copied her posture. Tashigi saw what he intended one second too late. Tsujo caught his erection in one hand and forced the rigid shaft downward, angling it across the space between them like a drawn weapon. The broad head hovered beside the sheathed tip of Shigure.

He pushed his cock against the scabbard and crossed swords with her.

The square erupted beneath them. Laughter rolled between the buildings. Tashigi nearly dropped Shigure as the pulsing side of his cock pressed against the lacquered sheath. The weapon she had spent years learning to maintain was being used as the straight half of an obscene salute, and the worst part was how brutally thick Tsujo’s cock looked beside the slender scabbard.

“I cleaned that scabbard this morning,” she said. “You have left something on it.”

“Mine’s cleaner than it was before lunch.”

“That is not the same as clean! That streak is... that came out of me!”

Her voice carried much farther than she intended. Tashigi shut her mouth as the crowd rewarded the admission with another cheer.

Tsujo lifted his cock from Shigure. Freed from his hand, the shaft rose until the swollen head pointed directly at Tashigi’s face. A clear bead of precum gathered at the slit.

“Remember what I told you in the weapon district?” he asked.

Tashigi remembered every vulgar word. “You said that when you fucked me, I would kneel and ‘polish your big sword properly.’”

“Yep.”

“You have already fucked me.”

“I’m gonna fuck you again.”

The blunt certainty in his voice sent a fresh contraction through her pussy. She had also admitted during the tour that she probably would suck him if they had sex. That condition had been satisfied rather thoroughly. Now his cock waited before her, still streaked with her wetness, while he prepared to fulfill the rest of his prediction.

Someone below followed the exchange and shouted, “Polish the sword!”

“Polish it!” another voice answered.

The chant spread rapidly through the square.

“POLISH IT! POLISH IT! POLISH IT!”

Tashigi swallowed. Her mouth had already begun watering. She set Shigure carefully upon the boards, well away from the platform’s edge, and lowered herself to her knees.

The wood scraped her bare skin. Her face came level with Tsujo’s erection, although the huge shaft still angled upward past her forehead. She wrapped both hands around it and found that her fingers could not meet. Heat pulsed into her palms. The broad head smelled of their sex, and streaks of her own wetness still shone along its surface after his walk across the square.

Tashigi extended her tongue and collected the bead of precum from the slit. The crowd roared. She dragged her tongue slowly around the swollen crown, coating it with saliva until the entire head gleamed, then opened her mouth and pressed her lips around the tip.

The head stretched her wider than either of the men she had sucked before obviously. She worked her jaw, flattened her tongue beneath it, and drew forward until the flared ridge passed between her lips. She could take only a fraction of his length, leaving both hands wrapped around the shaft below her mouth. Even that fraction filled her cheeks and forced her lips into a tight, wet seal.

Tsujo looked down at her with an insufferably satisfied grin.

Tashigi tightened her hands and began polishing.

The cheering became a physical pressure around the platform.

Her head moved in short strokes while her tongue worked around the underside. Precum spread across it, salty and warm. Tsujo’s cock pulsed in her mouth every time she took the head deeper. She heard him groan above her and felt a sharp thrill of satisfaction that had nothing to do with the spectators. The enormous thing could split her composure apart, but it also responded to her mouth, her hands, and the curl of her tongue.

Tsujo rested one hand in her dark hair. He did not shove. He held her possessively while she found her own pace, watching her lips stretch and her cheeks hollow around him.

Tashigi looked up through her glasses and tried to glare. Tsujo’s grin told her how ineffective it was. She answered by sucking harder and circling the head while one fist worked the shaft below her mouth. Her other hand slid down the long erection until her arm was almost straight and found his balls at the distant base. She cupped them and shivered at their dense heat.

He had come inside her at the cafe. Somehow his balls still hung enormous and full beneath the shaft.

The realization made her pussy clench. More of his cum still slid down her thighs while she knelt beneath his cock. Tashigi moaned around the head, and the vibration made Tsujo’s hand tighten in her hair.

“You really do love swords,” he said.

She drew back far enough to breathe. Saliva joined the precum shining across her lips. “You are going to call this sword worship regardless of anything I say, aren’t you?”

“Hard to hear you from the other side of my cock.”

Tashigi scowled because that was answer enough. Of course he would keep saying it. She pushed her glasses higher and put him back into her mouth with the stubborn concentration she brought to sword drills. Kneeling naked beneath him before half of Loguetown was humiliating enough. She refused to be clumsy as well.

The crowd appreciated her determination. Tsujo did too. His cock thickened against her tongue until the head seemed to occupy every available part of her mouth.

He finally drew back before she could make him cum. The shaft slid from between her lips with a wet sound and rose in front of her face, polished with spit.

“That’s enough worship,” he said. “Show me the proper tribute.”

Tashigi turned and faced the crowd but remained on her knees while he stepped around her.

Tashigi closed her eyes for one brief moment, drew a steadying breath, and placed both hands behind her head.

Her elbows spread. She straightened her back, lifted her breasts, and opened her knees until the entire square could see her wet pussy between her thighs. The posture felt unmistakable once she assumed it. Roger had knelt here facing death. Tashigi knelt naked in his place with a pirate lowering himself behind her and the remains of his first load shining on her skin.

The cheering changed. The laughter remained, but beneath it rose the anticipatory roar of people recognizing the formal beginning of the tribute.

Tsujo’s thighs bracketed hers. His chest brushed her back, and his hands settled familiarly upon her hips. Tashigi held herself rigidly erect, staring over the crowd through her glasses while his enormous cock pressed against the inside of one thigh.

Instead of penetrating her immediately, he pushed his cock forward between her open legs.

The shaft slid beneath her pussy and emerged in front of her, extending past her knees until the broad head hung in open air. From below, the immense erection appeared to belong to Tashigi herself.

The crowd hesitated for a heartbeat, trying to understand what it was seeing.

Someone shouted, “The Marine has a cannon!”

Laughter swept across the square.

Tashigi looked down between her breasts and saw Tsujo’s cock projecting from her body, thick, veined, and absurdly long. He flexed his hips. The shaft lifted beneath her pussy, dragged against her clit, and made her jump.

“Of course you found something else to do before the salute,” Tashigi said.

“I wanted to see my cock sticking out between your legs.”

Tashigi glanced down at the obscene length projecting from beneath her pussy. “The entire square can see it.”

“That’s why I did it.”

Tsujo rocked forward again. The top of his cock slid between her slick folds, rubbing from her entrance toward her clit. Tashigi kept her hands locked behind her head and tried to preserve the formal straightness of Roger’s pose, but the thick pressure beneath her drew an answering movement from her hips.

Every roll coated more of his cock with their mingled fluids. The enormous shaft dragged along the full length of her slit while its broad head bobbed beyond her knees. Tashigi’s thighs trembled around him, yet she remained upright and exposed, her naked breasts lifted toward the square as her pussy left a shining trail across the cock displayed between her legs.

Tsujo reached around her waist and found her clit. His fingers began circling it while his cock continued rubbing her from below. A helpless moan slipped between Tashigi’s parted lips. The chanting beneath the platform dissolved into whistles and scattered encouragement as the spectators watched the dignified Marine officer grind upon an erection that appeared to belong to her.

“Now you’re rubbing yourself on it,” Tsujo said against her ear.

“You put it there,” Tashigi gasped. “My hips are only moving because you keep...”

He pressed two fingers firmly over her clit and rolled his hips at the same moment. The massive thing ground upward against her pussy, turning the rest of her explanation into a loud moan. Her hands stayed linked behind her head, but her bare ass pressed back against his hips, seeking more of the pressure that had already ruined her argument.

Tsujo laughed softly and repeated the motion until her thighs were shaking. Then he removed his fingers and backed away on his knees. His cock slid backward through her thighs, the swollen head traveling from beyond her knees, over her clit, and along her dripping slit until it reached her entrance.

He caught the head in one hand and angled it against her pussy. The distance required to line up left his chest well away from her back, with the full length of his cock stretching between their bodies. Tashigi remained in the ceremonial pose, knees open and hands locked behind her head, while the broad tip pressed into the opening he had already stretched at the cafe. Her pussy flexed around the pressure as if trying to take him before he moved. She tightened her interlaced fingers and drew a shaky breath.

“Time to salute,” he said.

Tsujo pushed forward and up.

The head spread her open and drove inside with one smooth, powerful thrust. Tashigi’s breath broke into a cry. Her pussy clamped around the thick cockhead, but Tsujo was already advancing on his knees, feeding more of the massive shaft up into her before she could adjust to the head.

The cafe had left her open and dripping, yet it had not dulled anything. His cock reclaimed her too easily, plunging deep before her body could prepare itself for the new angle. Instead of driving straight through her pelvis, the shaft slanted upward from behind. Each movement of Tsujo’s knees sent the crushing fullness higher, as though the enormous cock were spearing through the center of her body toward her ribs.

Tashigi tried to hold Roger’s rigid pose. Her back arched instead. Her naked breasts jiggled and lifted between her spread elbows, and her fingers clenched behind her head as another thick length disappeared inside her. Pressure climbed behind her stomach. She could feel the swollen head forcing its way upward through her torso, impossibly deep and still moving.

Her orgasm struck before Tsujo finished sinking into her.

“I’M CUMMING!” Tashigi wailed. Her voice flew from the platform and across the square. “Oh, Seas, it is going up through me! I can feel the head in my belly!”

Her pussy convulsed around the advancing shaft. Every contraction squeezed another section of cock as Tsujo drove it inside, making the penetration feed the climax that was already tearing through her.

“You are burying it in me while I kneel here... ahhh! Everyone can see you spearing me from behind, and I’M CUMMING AROUND IT!”

Tsujo sank deep and stopped.

The stillness gave her no relief. His cock remained lodged through the center of her body, stretching her pussy around its girth and holding the swollen head against the place behind her stomach that had triggered the orgasm. Tashigi’s hips jerked helplessly, but Tsujo’s hand settled firmly upon one side and held her in the ceremonial position.

For several seconds they maintained the tribute exactly as tradition required. Tashigi knelt with her knees spread and her shaking hands locked behind her head. Tsujo knelt behind her, buried deep inside her pussy, with the remaining length crowded between his body and her ass, coated with her falling juices. The whole square could see where the thick shaft vanished into her and watch her entrance pulse around it.

The crowd roared its approval.

The sound surged up the scaffold and through the boards beneath Tashigi’s knees. The height, the history of the platform, the thousands of eyes fixed upon her, and the unbearable cock seated upward through her body prolonged the climax until she shook around him.

“I’m still cumming!” she cried, unable to silence the declaration. “You are holding it inside me for the salute, and my pussy will not stop squeezing it!”

“I’m cumming!” she wailed. “Cccccumming! Ahhh! You aren’t even moving! It’s just inside me... so deep... so thick... and I’m cumming around it!”

Her orgasm rolled through her before the sentence ended. She squeezed Tsujo in quick waves, thighs trembling, breasts jerking beneath her spread elbows. He held her steady and let the crowd hear every word and every cry.

Then the square began calling for freedom.

Tsujo rose behind her. His cock remained inside as he pulled Tashigi upward from her knees. She grabbed for the platform rail, but he caught her hips first and drove forward, forcing her into a staggering step. The formal stillness vanished. His next thrust slapped his pelvis against her ass and the last five inches of cock. The one after it drove her chest toward the open side of the platform and she came again and called it out in a barely legible moan.

Tashigi caught the upper rail with both hands. Tsujo bent her over it, lifted one of her legs, and pulled her partly beyond the edge. Her stomach pressed against the timber. Her breasts hung in open air above the crowd, swinging with every movement. The whole square lay below her, faces turned upward, while Tsujo stood behind and began fucking her with all the energy the ritual promised.

The platform shook. His hips struck her ass in loud, violent slaps. His balls swung beneath them and battered her wet pussy with every full stroke. Tashigi’s stretched entrance gripped the shaft on its way out and opened around it again when he drove back. The long bulge inside her abdomen rose and vanished in time with his thrusts.

Her glasses slipped toward the end of her nose. She pushed them back with one hand and immediately had to seize the rail again when Tsujo dragged her farther onto his cock.

“Tsujo!”

“Tell them about the sword.”

Confused and with her mind mostly shattered by repeated thrusting pleasure, Tashigi shook her head, dark hair whipping across her face. “Shigure is a Meito with a properly maintained... ah! A properly maintained edge. Do not compare her to... to what you are doing to me!”

“Wrong sword.”

He drove so deep that her cry broke over the crowd. Tashigi’s pussy tightened greedily around him. She tried to preserve the distinction between her lifelong respect for blades and the obscene weapon splitting her open, but every thrust made the argument harder to hold. Tsujo’s cock filled her more completely than anything she had ever experienced. It forced pleasure through her with the same blunt certainty Tsujo brought to every decision.

“Say you love my sword,” he told her, laughing as he pulled her back into another hard stroke.

Tashigi clenched her jaw. She already knew how useless that would be. She had possessed this mortifying quirk for as long as she could remember. Her first private explorations had ended with her face buried in a pillow, desperately trying to muffle the intimate truths that burst from her whenever pleasure overwhelmed her. Discipline had taught her to seek privacy and check the thickness of the walls. Nothing had ever taught her how to resist the words themselves.

The next impact drove his cock upward through her and sent her over.

Her pussy convulsed around him. At the same instant, the familiar helplessness seized her throat. Tashigi’s lips flew open, and everything she wanted to keep private rushed out at the full volume her climax demanded.

“I LOVE YOUR SWORD!” Tashigi screamed.

The crowd answered with a deafening roar. Tsujo drove into her again, breaking her declaration into a long, helpless wail.

“I love how thick it is! Every stroke forces me open again... ahhh! I hate saying this where everyone can hear!”

Another thrust lifted her knees from the boards. Her voice climbed even higher as her pussy clenched around the cock spearing through her.

“I hate them watching their Marine take it! I hate that they can all see how much I love it, and I still want it deeper! I want your whole sword inside me while I cum!”

The cheers hit her like heat. Tsujo laughed with pure satisfaction and tightened both hands around her hips. His thrusts became harder, faster, less interested in anything except using the body she had offered in the traditional pose.

Tashigi came hanging over the side of the execution platform. Her pussy clamped around his cock. Her bare feet left the boards when he lifted her hips, and for several wild seconds the only things holding her were the rail beneath her stomach and Tsujo’s hands dragging her back onto him. She screamed his name, then laughed without understanding why, blinded by sunlight and pleasure and the ridiculous freedom of having nowhere left to hide.

The crowd began another chant as her climax eased. This one had a word Tashigi recognized through the pounding in her body.

“Dream! Dream! Dream!”

Tsujo slowed. He kept himself seated deep inside her but drew Tashigi upright enough that she could see beyond the rail. Rows of windows and rooftops spread before them. The harbor flashed between buildings. Somewhere beyond it lay every pirate, thief, collector, and tyrant carrying a blade that deserved better.

Tashigi gripped the rail and found her officer’s voice.

“My dream is to recover every Famous Blade being wielded by an evil person!” she shouted. “Irreplaceable weapons should be preserved, studied, and carried by swordsmen who understand their value. I will take them back from every criminal who uses them to murder and steal!”

The response changed. People still laughed at her nakedness and the cock buried inside her, but the applause carried something stronger than amusement. Loguetown understood impossible declarations. The platform had been preserved as a warning and had spent twenty-two years turning every warning into another dream.

Tashigi looked over her shoulder. “Your turn.”

Tsujo’s expression shifted. For once, he seemed to discover that his mouth had reached a moment before the answer. His hands remained on her hips. His cock pulsed inside her. The earrings shone against the sides of his face while the entire square waited.

Then his grin returned.

“I’m going to FUCK the entire world! Twist every new island I visit into the most ridiculous absurd normality!” he shouted.

The words struck Tashigi with a strange weight. They sounded ridiculous, selfish, and enormous enough to belong on Roger’s platform. The crowd accepted them with a roar.

Tsujo began fucking her again.

The renewed strokes shortened into frantic, pounding thrusts. Tashigi clung to the rail while Tsujo withdrew only a few inches at a time, dragging his thickness through her before hammering it back into the deepest place he could reach.

Thwap. Schlick. Thwap.

Time passed as Tsujo kept her against the rail without allowing the fucking to settle into one rhythm. He alternated the short pounding strokes with long withdrawals that dragged nearly his entire length through her before driving it back to the base. When her legs began to weaken, he stayed deep and rolled his hips, grinding inside her until another orgasm shook through her body, then returned to the rapid thrusts before she had finished trembling.

Twice more Tashigi lost control around him. Each time she shouted that she was cumming until the declarations collapsed into hoarse repetitions of “again,” “so deep,” and Tsujo’s name. Sweat ran beneath her breasts and down her back. Her arms ached from holding the rail, her glasses repeatedly slipped down her nose, and her pussy had become so wet that every stroke produced an obscene sucking sound beneath the steady slap of his hips. By the time almost thirty minutes had passed, the crowd had learned the rhythm well enough to cheer every time he buried himself completely.

Each impact slapped against her ass and squeezed another warm trickle down her thighs. Tashigi tried to breathe between thrusts, but every breath shattered into the same useless sounds.

“Ah... ah... ah...!”

Tsujo’s rhythm grew rougher. His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her backward to meet every stroke. The cock buried inside her gave a hard pulse.

“You’re going to cum!” Tashigi blurted. “You’re going to cum in me again... again... ah! You already fucked me full at the cafe, and now you’re going to fill me again! I’m already full. I’m full, I’m full, I’m so full!”

He drove himself completely inside her.

The first jet struck deep. A wet splurt escaped around the buried shaft and spattered across the boards between her knees.

Tashigi lost what remained of her composure.

“I’M CUMMING!” she shrieked. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming! Ahhh! Your cock is so deep in my pussy! Deep... deep... too deep... I’m full! I’m full!”

Another heavy pulse flooded her.

Splurt. Splurt.

Her pussy clenched wildly around him, forcing more cum out around his cock while fresh spurts filled her from within. Tashigi shook against the rail, repeating herself because her overwhelmed mind could no longer assemble anything more complicated.

“More! There’s more! More cum... more inside me! Ah! Ah! It’s running out! It’s running down my legs while you’re still filling me! Everyone can see it! Everyone can see me cumming on a pirate’s cock!”

Tsujo held her in place while his cock continued pulsing. Every fresh spurt drew another helpless squeeze from her pussy and another broken wail from her throat.

“My pussy won’t stop squeezing you! It won’t stop... I can’t stop! Cumming... cumming... still cumming! Ahhh! Full... so full... so fucking full!”

Her final cry dissolved into incoherent little sounds as the orgasm rolled through her.

“Ah... ah... nnh... cum... inside... ahhh...”

When the last contraction passed, he drew Tashigi back from the rail and lowered her bare feet onto the boards. His arm remained around her waist while her legs shook. His cock stayed buried inside her, softening slowly within the channel it had stretched.

The cheering separated into individual voices again. Whistles rose beside the fountains. People beneath the scaffold repeated pieces of what she had screamed. Sunlight touched her naked breasts, her bare ass, and the wet juicesrunning down both thighs.

Tashigi looked across the square toward the striped green awning.

Her boots, trousers, panties, coat, ruined blouse, and bra were still in a pile by the cafe.

“My clothes,” she breathed.

Tsujo kissed the side of her neck. “Good tour.”

“They are all the way across the square.”

“Great tour.”

Tsujo showed no urgency about leaving her body. He kept her against him for another moment, his softened cock still filling her far more completely than either of her previous lovers ever had while hard. Then his hips eased backward.

Tashigi felt the enormous shaft begin its slow retreat. Her pussy clung to him, squeezing along inch after wet inch as it emerged. Cum followed the withdrawing cock, coating the thick shaft and gathering between her spread knees. Tsujo paused once with more than half of himself still inside her, adjusted his grip around her waist, and continued at the same unhurried pace.

Even softened, the swollen head stretched her on the way out. It dragged through her entrance with a long, slick pressure before slipping free with a wet pop.

Tashigi’s pussy contracted behind it and expelled the air his retreat had drawn inside.

A loud queef burst from between her legs.

The sound carried from the execution platform with humiliating clarity.

Tashigi froze. The crowd hesitated for one heartbeat and then erupted into fresh laughter, whistles, and applause. Tsujo laughed against the side of her head while his enormous soft cock sagged between his thighs, still glossy with their fluids and long enough for the broad head to hang well below his groin.

Cum poured from Tashigi’s open pussy after him and streaked down the insides of both legs. She snapped her thighs together, pushed her glasses firmly into place, and reached for Shigure.

Tsujo released her when she moved. Tashigi retrieved the sword, rose on unsteady legs, and hurried toward the stairs without offering the crowd another look at her face.

She descended barefoot with Shigure clutched in one hand, moving as quickly as her trembling legs and the steep steps permitted. Tsujo followed at the same leisurely pace he had used to cross the square.

By the time Tashigi reached the ground, the crowd had opened a path from the scaffold to the cafe. A few people bowed theatrically. Others raised their drinks. The Marine private she had seen earlier stared at a point several feet above her head and saluted with desperate rigidity.

“Petty Officer,” he managed. “Should I initiate the customary arrest?”

Tashigi shifted Shigure across the front of her body and kept her eyes fixed upon the distant heap of clothing.

“I will assume responsibility for both participants. Just… just do your duty.” she commanded while absolutely naked, not sure what she meant.

The private saluted again, plainly relieved to receive an order that resembled ordinary Marine procedure. He turned toward the crowd and began demanding that everyone clear the route.

Tashigi hurried on.

The pair of high-class pervert civilians waited beside the cafe fence. They were all smiles and creepy excitement that made Tashigi feel filthy and in need of a bath. The woman held Tashigi’s navy coat over one arm with the rest of her clothing folded beneath it. Her companion had gathered Tsujo’s things into a second pile.

“You made it look possible,” the woman said, holding out her flowered blouse.

Tashigi took it immediately and held out her other hand for the trousers.

The woman passed them over. “We are definitely doing it now. Oh my, that was so so very inspirational…” Her smile looked like a sociopath’s to Tashigi’s admittingly jaded eye.

Tashigi looked pointedly at her boots. The man understood and nudged them toward her with one foot while his companion continued gazing eagerly at the scaffold.

Tashigi seized a clean table napkin and wiped the worst of the cum from her thighs. More leaked from her pussy as soon as she bent for her clothes, making the effort largely symbolic.

She untangled the damp bra, straightened its twisted straps, and forced her breasts back into the cups. Her hands were still shaking, so fastening the hooks took three attempts. The wet fabric felt cold against her swollen nipples, but it covered them.

Her panties were worse. The soaked material clung between her fingers as she opened them, stepped through the leg holes, and pulled them over her hips. The moment the cloth settled against her pussy, another warm trickle of Tsujo’s cum soaked into it.

She pulled the ruined blouse over the bra. Only one button remained usable, and she fastened it through the wrong hole in her haste. The flowered cloth gaped across her cleavage and lower stomach, but the navy coat would cover most of it.

Her trousers dragged unpleasantly over her wet legs. She hauled them into place, trapping the saturated panties against her pussy, fastened the belt, and returned Shigure to her hip. The coat came next, followed by her boots. By the time she finished, she resembled a Marine officer who had dressed during an emergency, which was close enough for the moment.

Tsujo had just worked his still very large softened cock back into the specially tailored leg of his trousers when three figures in suspiciously heavy cloaks pushed through the dispersing crowd. All three wore their hoods low despite the warmth.

“Hell of a show, Tsujo,” the tall one said. His grin held open admiration. “We could see you on the platform from the harbor road.”

“Heard her before we saw either of you,” the broad one added. His eyes passed appreciatively over Tashigi’s badly closed blouse before returning to Tsujo. “After nights listening to what you do to Alvida, I thought nothing on shore could surprise me. Then you made a Marine shake Roger’s scaffold.”

“Alvida sent this,” the short one said. “Says to stop leaving yer damned sword behind.”

“She also said to remind you that your trick ain’t work on beasts,” the tall pirate added. “So stop acting invincible. Mohji volunteered Richie to demonstrate if you need convincing.”

Tsujo regarded the sword with considerably less interest than the three men showed him. “I’m not letting that lion bite me.”

A subdued laugh passed between them.

“That’s why she sent da blade,” the broad pirate said.

Tashigi’s hand settled on Shigure. Mohji. Richie. The names belonged to Buggy’s bounty file. These were members of Buggy’s crew, carrying messages and equipment on Alvida’s behalf.

It was not merely the remnants of Alvida’s crew that had infiltrated Loguetown. These men belonged to Buggy the Clown, the far more dangerous pirate whose Chop-Chop Fruit allowed him to split his body into independent pieces. Alvida and Tsujo had entered the city alongside Buggy’s crew.

Tashigi drew breath to question them.
The shortest pirate shifted the sword to present it hilt-first. As the scabbard tilted, the poorly seated blade slid several inches free.

It was an ordinary shipboard cutlass: a broad, single-edged blade with a shallow curve, a plain iron guard, and a grip wrapped for use rather than beauty. There was no renowned smith’s mark upon the steel, no distinctive workmanship, and certainly no place for it in any catalogue of Famous Blades. The small arsenal stamp near the guard suggested it had been forged by the batch, one of countless inexpensive weapons sold to sailors throughout the East Blue.

None of that made it worthless.

It was an ordinary sailor’s cutlass, mass-produced and worth very little. Tashigi did not care. A sword did not need a famous name to deserve basic care.

Whoever had last used it had shoved it back into the scabbard without wiping it down. Salt marked the steel near the guard, and the first orange flecks of rust had appeared where the blade met the hilt.

The questions vanished from Tashigi’s mouth.

“Wait.”

She stepped between them and caught the cutlass. The shortest pirate instinctively retained his grip, but he did not pull against her. His eyes went immediately to Tsujo.

Tsujo watched with his usual amused grin.

The pirate released the weapon into Tashigi’s hands.

“Someone put this away wet.” She angled the exposed steel toward the light and stared at the orange flecks near the guard. “It is already beginning to rust.”

It was Tsujo’s sword. The man who had just proved himself the finest lover she had ever known apparently treated his cutlass like a piece of deck scrap. Tashigi found the contrast particularly intolerable. A weapon carried by Iron Cock Tsujo ought to be impressive for reasons beyond the obvious one.

The neglected sword also offered an immediate destination.

Tsujo had spent the last couple of hours deciding what would happen next and making it happen. If Tashigi remained beside him, barely dressed and still leaking his cum, he could easily decide to open her coat, put her over another convenient surface, and fuck her again. Her pussy tightened at the possibility before her recovering judgment could answer it.

Ipponmatsu’s shop stood several streets away. Taking the blade there was legitimate Marine business, urgently necessary sword care, and an excellent reason to begin walking before Tsujo chose the next direction for her day.

Tashigi secured the sword beneath her arm.

Tsujo reached toward the hilt. “You already got the big one.”

Tashigi shifted the cutlass beyond his fingertips. Heat crossed her face, but the condition of the blade kept her moving.

“This needs to be cleaned and oiled before the rust gets any worse. Ipponmatsu has the proper supplies.”

“You stealing my sword, Marine?”

“Preserving it.” Tashigi settled Shigure more securely at her hip. “You can collect it from Ipponmatsu’s Arms Shop. It is two streets east of the square, on the south side of the weapon district. Look for the red door and the black hanging sign with two crossed white swords. We passed it during the tour.”

“So you do want me to find you again.”

“The sword will be there tomorrow.”

He leaned forward and kissed her.

Tashigi’s lips opened beneath his before she considered the three disguised pirates standing beside them. His mouth still tasted faintly of her, and the reminder sent a warm contraction through her freshly used pussy. She kissed him back for one breath, felt his tongue touch hers, then remembered how easily one kiss with Tsujo could become another hour without clothing.

Tashigi drew her mouth away and secured the neglected sword more firmly beneath her arm.

Tashigi turned toward the weapon district before he decided to accompany her. Shigure hung at her hip, his sword rested beneath her arm, and every brisk step made fresh cum shift inside her and leak into the trousers she had only just recovered.

She kept her chin high and continued walking.

Behind her, the transformed couple began arguing in excited whispers about which of them would remove their clothes first.

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I watched Tashigi walk away.

Her coat reached low enough to interfere, but its divided tails swung apart with each brisk stride and gave me another look at the wet trousers stretched across her sweet ass. The cloth had clung to both cheeks after being dragged over legs coated with my cum. Every step made her butt shift beneath it, one side tightening while the other rolled, with the darker patch between her thighs slowly spreading toward the back.

I had spent half the damn tour getting her out of those clothes. Letting her put all of it back on seemed like a waste of good work.

Then I remembered that faded print in the weapon district, the swordsman beneath the waterfall with nothing but a white strip pulled between his ass cheeks. A fundoshi, Tashigi had called it.

That would work.

Tashigi could keep the coat. I liked the thick white fur and the Marine markings. Her boots, glasses, and sword belt could stay too.

Everything else could go.

“It’s normal for sword-crazy weirdos like Tashigi, the ones who dedicate their whole lives to the way of the sword, to carry their blades with their tits out and their legs bare. They wear a fundoshi instead of shirts and pants. Nothing covers the ass and tits!”

Tashigi continued toward the arches. She shifted my cutlass beneath her arm, and the sight of it reminded me of another improvement.

She already loved inspecting weapons, arguing about their proper treatment, and sorting them into grades nobody except other sword-crazy people cared about. She had spent most of our tour explaining Famous Blades while holding my cock, then climbed Roger’s scaffold and screamed about how much she loved my sword.

How about another seed to plant in the lovely Marine?

“It’s normal that after getting fucked by Iron Cock Tsujo today, a new curiosity starts growing in Tashigi. She’ll become more and more interested in the truly great cocks of the world until finding, studying, and grading them becomes another of her dreams.”

She could study lengths, girths, shapes, veins, balls, hardness, and how much cum they produced. Maybe she would make one of those catalogues she had talked about and put my big sword right at the top.