When You're Hungry, Eat

Whooaa, these look... Gulp, as Chopper stretched out a a lacy set of panties before his twitching face. ...really really fancy.

Resisting the quiet urge to rub his furry face onto it, Chopper jangled the stars out of his eyes. He turned it over as he tried and failed, fur and all, not to imagine somebody's legs slipping into those alluring holes. Upon which such evocative, dirty thought conceiving material would slap like an elastic, lady-spanking band of fabric. Smack!, just like that. Right onto lush, soft lassie skin.

I... I didn't even know Nami had something like this!

Hurriedly, the humanoid reindeer folded it up. Hehehehe, his half-animal, half-human brain chuckled, lips poised with a slightly warped crinkle as his mind went other directions. A hoofed hand tossed the lingerie into a suitcase by the door. Nakaba's going to love what I have in store for him with these..!!

---

"Saaaan-jiiiiii." Luffy sat with the side of his face flat on the table. In his hands, seized by a pale case of rigor mortis, gleamed a fork and spoon. "I'm starving...."

"It's only been 5 minutes." Zoro twisted his blade to its opposing side.

"Time... moves 10 times faster in my stomach..."

Nami looked up from her newspaper as a smattering of footsteps sounded by the entryway.

"Oh, Robin!" The orange-haired girl smiled, patting the empty chair next to her as the raven-haired compatriot slunk into the hall, elegant and stately as ever. "You made it."

Tink, tink.

Not to go unnoticed by Zoro, however, was her unassuming little shadow, who loitered not far behind. He cocked a brow, slicking the sharpener off the tip of his kitetsu.

"Looks like our guest is awake."

In one swish, the room slid their eyes over to the newcomer. Indeed, there was one. He was currently making his way behind Robin, the moving curtain to his hiding-troll act.

After an inelegant patter of footwork and a dumpy lift of the face as Robin withdrew herself from before him, blessed with her classic vague smile, the bandaged boy stood in an awkward curl at the threshold of the room. "Eheh..... Hi."

The Straw Hat leader himself had drawn his head up and was now staring at him with wide, blinking eyes.

All of the room seemed in pause, until finally being re-played with a wry, girly harrumph.

"Well well well." Nami smiled. "And how are we feeling today?" Currently dressed in blue shorts and a fitting strapped top that showed a modest sliver of cleavage, the navigator was holding a newspaper with one hand and a cup of tea in the other during her address.

Nakaba was about to reply when a whirl of yellow prodded the words back down his throat. "Rooobin-chwan!" Hurling over with a bow, Sanji gestured to the table. "Breakfast has been served."

"My my," the woman had a hand suspended just by her chin. "Smells great, Sanji-san." Robin accepted his own with a smile. As sure-footed as always, the woman. When not getting her clit finger-fucked.

Silent snort.

"Hey, Sanji!" protested a childlike, yet determined, rasp. "That was mine!"

Covertly, the babe spotter watched the so declared captain wilt glumly onto the table as Sanji escorted Robin to the seat next to Nami.

"Hey, new crewmate," his shoulder was suddenly tapped, breaking him out of his impromptu mental gymnast rehearsals. Nakaba looked to find an arm stretched from the other quadrant of the room just snapping away from him, and jumped when he registered its owner. Shit, another Devil Fruit user! And the captain, for crying out loud! Wasn't he just getting done imitating a dying petunia?

Flashing him a welcoming grin, the hatted teenager pointed to a chair. "There's an open seat right there! Come join us!!"

"Uhh-ha," the young man chuckled, again, taking a step forward, "I, uh... I don't..."

Luffy chuckled through his beaming, eye-lidded grin, patting the chair's wooden surface with unnecessary aplomb.

".... Thanks," discarding the last remaining shred of reticence, Nakaba, the quasi-stowaway that he was, accepted his offer with a look that read, 'you only live once.' Sccriiickk, squeaked the chair as he pulled it out from under the table.

"He's not our new crewmate," Zoro suddenly corrected to deaf ears. Skipping his eyes away from the man, Nakaba silently froze. "He's a guest." Then quietly, to himself, "Jeez."

Almost banally, the 'Pirate Hunter' returned to tending his blade, and Nakaba felt the color return to his cheeks. The light to his eyes. The blood to his heart, however little of the organ there was at all.

He could only thank the sea no one had a mind-reading devil fruit around here.

Nakaba wiped a bead of sweat that apparently just found his brow, and proceeded with the ever conspicuous deed of 'sitting down'.

Plat.

"Luffy!" on cue scolded Nami, reaching over to stretch the captain's cheeks out in a fruitless attempt to detain him as Nakaba settled onto the sturdy wood, slightly lifting herself off her own. "Can you for once eat the food off of your plate and yours only?!"

Female flesh glinted off Nakaba's eyes. Curves. Leg. Boyish, orange-headed pirate girl spur.

Drop, went a second string of beady sweat.

And a deliciously perfect pair of solid, soft, gropable BOOB FLESH, HO-HO FUUCK

ME!

THAT'S. A. BROAD!

---

"Usopp-san, I," inhale, "thank you kindly."

"No..." Breath. "...problem." Exhale. "Brook."

"I saw my life flashing before my eyes, until I realized..." Suddenly, the skeleton troubadour sat up with a sharp rise. "I am already dead! Yooohohohoho--"

A moment later he was back on the ground with a glaring bump on his head.

"Anyhow," another moment later, the two side by side once again, the bony humanoid ruminated, "I am indubitably grateful."

"Really."

A rasp screech crept from behind them, causing Usopp to glance backward. "Eh?" Over his shoulder scuttled a big suitcase with a bundle of flailing fur linked to its handle.

No, wait, that wasn't a bundle of flailing fur. That was their reindeer doctor attempting to lug a container twice his size across the ship deck.

Brook rubbed his jaw. "What do you think Chopper-san is doing with that 'ol thing, Usopp-san?"

"I don't know," pondered Usopp, "but if he's trying to be quiet about it..." When the bite-sized reindeer bumped his head against a protruding log, leading him to loudly drop the suitcase, rub his head, and croon into the maritime wind, his spectators gave an unnoticed head-shake of pity.

"...it's... not really working..."

"Maybe we should assist him."

"Yeah, maybe we should."

Just then, they heard the sound of a muffled crash from below deck. "What was that?" Usopp whipped to his right.

"I don't know," turned an equally surprised Brook, before glancing to Usopp, "we should give it a look!"

"Seemed to come from the inside. Franky better not be overdriving the engines again!" Long-nose made for the hatch on the upper level just a set of steps away, Brook following suit.

Just then, Chopper's eyes flinched out of each socket as his slow-but-sure pull party was interrupted by an abrupt drop; one that left the suitcase open and its racy and throat drying contents flying up and over along the naked breeze, and, like a menage of shameless chorus liners coming out to soak in the vigorous cheers, onto the flat deck of the ship.

"AHHA-HA-HA-HAGRH!" Clamping the sides of his head with both hooves, Chopper frantically plucked every panty he could and stuffed them, freewheeling and puffy-puffy, into his mouth.

Sure, that wasn't the classiest, most dignified place he could have spun for impromptu use on-the-conspicuous-spot. After all, these frilly things have been pressed up against a particular woman's -- a smoking hot one, to be specific -- hooty-toot-tooty over the course of the past few weeks, laundried or otherwise.

And yes, Chopper was treating them like, well -- like sticks of gum. That went up and over and 'tween the pillars of Venus goddesses.

So clearly, the trick was to take this from another angle, one confident to erase any doubt of innocence from a prying eye's dirty mind. Just because it looked like something nefarious, and kinkily so, with definite perverted intent, that didn't mean it was. Perhaps Chopper was just mulling around the ship, and suddenly, gasp, from the sky, like flakes of miracle snow, descended a deluge of inexorable, undeniable, lacy to cotton to saran wrap (wherever she got that from), over the hip and up the bouncy-bosom apparel; Nami's certainly expensive (and not very discreetly over budget) and private globally accrued underwear collection!

Because everyone's heard of those infamous underwear storms..!!

...

...yeah, maybe he should get to cleaning this up.

And quick.

---

Straw Hat Captain Monkey D. Luffy was fruitlessly flailing for the last biscuit on Nami's plate like a 7-year-old loon while the girl faced forward, with a forceful smile between her crafty cheeks. "So, feel better? Ready to spill your story yet?"

Bavroong.

"Ahhhrghblkvgh, Naammiii argjbnjknslkghhb!" Nakaba glanced over. Luffy was getting nowhere with her, that was for sure; apparently, she was the kind of territory that made for the high ground of all social transactions. Especially with other men.

'Twas the kind of lady he knew well. All his many-yeared, sagely, towering life, in fact.

The kind that led the charge. Laid down the rules.

The yakuza boss on the carpet.

And the bane to all hot-blooded, manly-as-all-man-could-be perverts -- perverts like him -- on this forsaken, perv-hating planet, everywhere.

Something that, now, with an unseemly, (un-)godly fortune bestowed upon him, he could, so easily, so temptingly, and damn straight may as well will, upturn the tables on like the Reverse Mountain double deluxe.

After all... who could stop him?

"Ahhrghb Naaa-mmiii!"

Tinker, tinker.

Sizzzle, sizzle.

Those that could?

They wouldn't even want to.

Gulping, Nakaba noticed her eyes now peering at him and realized she was referring to him earlier. Well shit. His eyes flickered side-ward. Robin was currently munching on Sanji's specially provided morning cuisine with an effortless look of serenity plastered over her eyelid-shut face. One that also disguised no small amount of cerebral activity, no fooling around it.

Where usually, he'd be in hard sweats over what the likes of someone like her may be thinking at this very moment, so inconspicuously and gingerly like, today, right now, things were different. Far different.

Today, her mind was his putty -- without the whole inanimate, lifeless, dull as a doornail part. And surely remembered what he'd told her just before they left the sick bay.

With a causal clearing of the esophagus, Nakaba assured the orange-head, returning to his immediate, and soon to be evolved, ordeal. "Oh, I'm feeling just fine, actually." He brushed an earlobe with a finger.

"Are you?"

"Yeah," an earring dangled from one ear; only one. "More than fine."

Through her one two Luffy-pinch, Nami mused, "Ehh. Chopper must have taken good care of you."

"I'd say so. He did alright." The boy placed his partly bandaged elbows on the table.

"So," Nami's tone entered all business, while simultaneously [if distantly] friendly, "where you from? Where were you going, when we found you?"

"As for the first question, oh, not that far. You know. Here and there, blah blah, who really cares. It's the second that brings up a more... colorful picture." Nakaba chuckled. "I suppose you can say I go wherever my travels take me. It may be wherever my 'ol compatriots happen to be heading, in kind."

The orange-red hair popped an eyebrow. "And that's supposed to mean..."

"Nothing." Nakaba sipped on the warm beverage he found sitting in his vicinity. Wouldn't want to leave it to waste. "Yet."

A rosy chuckle entered the conversation. It took a moment, but eventually they realized it came from Robin, who simply returned to her breakfast with no explanation.

"Hm? What's so funny, Robin?" inquired Nami.

"Yea Wowee, whuv so fuwee?"

The woman shrugged away both captain's and navigator's questions alike. "A stray observation. Nothing less, nothing more."

Quietly, under his breath, the stowaway spoke into his wrist. "It's normal for Nami to play footsie with me discreetly whenever in range during mealtimes, but without anyone noticing."

Nakaba let slip a guttural cough as Sanji arrived at the table with his and Luffy's meals. It sounded a little gravelly, but Nami didn't have much time to ask if he was okay, suddenly realizing with a start that she hadn't given Nakaba, the complete stranger, his obligatory footsie, the one he should be receiving from her in any such occasion, when eating, in close proximity. The sensible orange-head almost scolded herself but briskly recovered in time to proceed without nary a hitch.

Quickly, the navigator slipped her feet out of her sandals, stretched out her leg, and planted a foot on Nakaba's shin, deliberately avoiding looking his way as she did. Then she began to rub it up and down smoothly and sensuously before having her other foot join it, beginning on the top of Nakaba's own and sliding rapidly and coquettishly upward on the lower length of his leg before stopping at the ball of Nakaba's knee, pressing it into her foot's bottom firmly.

"And how is my beautiful Nami-swan enjoying her breakfast today?" Suddenly from above her, Sanji appeared with as courtly a poise and a cartoonishly classy smile as ever. Meanwhile, Luffy was praising the sea, freed from Nami's fending attempts, and diving into the newly served deluge of warm hotcakes before him like this ship just escaped a famine.

"Just great, Sanji-kun." Nami lifted her mug. "Can I have a refill?"

"The pleasure is mine." Obliging, Sanji poured some more latte into the receptacle.

Can rarely beat a smile that pretty. "Thank you," she expressed, even as she took to caressing and toying with Nakaba's bottom limbs under the table with her own two extremities while she did so before her kinghtly cook, and company.

Her legs must have looked really nice stretched out like that, even though he couldn't see them. It was steadily killing him inside, knowing the kind of scenario he was in, and that Nami, obliviously, was performing exactly to his tune -- and right under everyone's nose.

He had wanted to hold off from any heavy duty Nakaba-isms, in the hopes of preserving Nami's untainted-ness mostly intact until he announced his Babe Spotter role (as per the original plan layout) to them all.

But, well -- a little appetite whetting never killed anyone, had it?

And hell, with a cutie like her; let's just say some things were too much to ask for.

"It is normal for footsies to include the crotch area," Nakaba hummed while taking another sip of his own.

Shring, shring, dangled his lone earring.

Below, Nami's foot suddenly, as if only just recalling where it was, escalated up his knee and drove itself over to the top of his thigh, shimmying along the length of his pant leg as he slightly adjusted his chair to meet it halfway.

"Nami. Everything alright?"

When he looked up, Nakaba's cheeks puffed out at what he saw.

In front of him Nami was seated as before, trying to look calm and composed while visibly slumping down in her seat in a concerted effort to reach his clothed crotch with her feet, one hand pressed against the flat of the chair seat as she leaned a little to the side while simultaneously attempting to finish a bagel.

"Yes, yes," she dismissed Zoro's pry with a slightly irritated tone, looking upward with very convincing disdain at her meal being interrupted, instead of what she was actually irked by, "I'm just getting comfortable. Have you never seen someone shifting their position on a chair before?"

"You don't look comfortable." Sanji twitched. Zoro didn't budge.

"WELL, ZORO, I think of all people, I'm the best judge of, of, t-that." Jackpot! she mentally sighed as her toes reached Nakaba's twitching pole and she managed to press her foot against it, and rub it back and forth teasingly. The stiffness of it quickly topped the charts, rock solid enough to pass as mis-pocketed fruit.

"Would you like another chair?"

"No thanks, Robin." She suddenly jerked a little in her seat when Nakaba grasped her foot and began to grind it against his still clothed dick below the tablecloth. Nami seemed to shoot her eyes up at him as if to communicate with her new table-mate telepathically. Around the middle of her face bloomed a dust of pink.

W-what do you think you're doing?!

Nakaba's immediate instinct was to grin. Instead, he feigned naivete. What?

Let go of my foot, you--you perv! What are you trying to make me do?

N-nothing, I... you were just...

...giving you a footsie because it's just what I, what I do! That doesn't make it an open invitation to... to try to...

Uh-oh. He should've expected this would happen if he pushed things too far. With little time to spare, he shot Robin a hasty look. Luckily for him, she caught his gaze just in time, and, in another semi-telepathic bout, read his eyes, and took the proper action.

"Nami, you're looking pretty red," laughed Luffy through a full mouth as Nakaba continued to grind her heel against his dick against her will. He suddenly grew grave. "You're not sick are you!?"

SHIMMER SHIMMER

With everyone's attention diverted, no one noticed as a string of hands spontaneously sprouted from the wooden boards until stopping at Nakaba's thigh. Jumping from one hand to the other was another piece of ear decoration.

"Thanks," Nakaba mouthed to Robin, who only nodded and nonchalantly returned to her food.

Clip.

As soon as the other earring was attached to his ear, Nami's face lost an entire layer of tension. Her foot immediately quit its sordid struggle in his hand. The normal color returning to her skin, she relaxed, "I'm fine, everyone, seriously."

Breathing a relieved exhalation, Luffy sat back on his chair with his plate already half-empty. "Whew, good -- I was worried we'd have to fight another army of giant rabbits for ya again!"

Only Sanji seemed to get that joke. The rest of the crew discarded the comment as one of another of Luffy's many nonsensical quips when Nami looked at Nakaba, an almost distant look in her expression. Then, with almost what could be described as apathy, returned her eyes to her own progressing plate.

Flawless as usual. Nakaba watched in silent awe as Nami's previously heated reaction whittled down to nothing, and he continued massaging his dick against her while she, quite graciously, let him.

So it was true; these earrings could work just as well independently as they did dependently. But also clearly benefited from being equipped simultaneously. It was practically overpowered when donned in the same time. Not only can you manipulate reality, and others -- you can avoid any comeuppance that automatically came with it. As long as you had the normalization earring in tow, you had the world's ultimate defense... and with the normality on your right, the damndest offense, too!!

"It's normal for Nami to stop giving me a footsie whenever I tap her foot twice," Nakaba mumbled before doing exactly that.

Suddenly, Nami sat up, and straightened her back. Behind the scenes, she had withdrawn her foot, along with her other one. They smoothly re-entered both sandals, and returned to her side of the table, with none less the wiser. As Nakaba took to fondling his package with slightly less modesty than you'd expect from a young man in the middle of a well occupied, inhabited space, with little hiding room from attuned eyes, he conjured another flirty idea.

"It's considered normal for pirate women to personally feed me my food when I'm eating." With that utterance out of the way, he looked up and watched to see the magic worm itself into their minds.

Not a minute after, Nami looked up from her newspaper. Robin did the same. They looked at each other, and then to Nakaba. Quietly they exchanged some words.

"Yosh, I'll see to it, I guess." Nami rose to her feet. Bringing her plate and mug over, the girl, in the same time revealing those wonderful walkers in all their skin-ful glory, strolled to their new friend's side of the wooden table. She stood beside Nakaba's patient person, set her stuff down, then pulled up the chair alongside his. "So, Nakaba, ready for your breakfast?"

Sticking a finger in a whip of cream, Nami, casually and with no flinch of a muscle on that dazzling face of hers, brought it forward. Her cream covered finger hovered unassumingly between herself and Nakaba, until finally, "Well?" she blinked, nudging the digit forward. "Say ahh."

At this point, he couldn't help himself. A grin split his face wide, and his lips soon followed. "Ahhhh."

With Nami's finger in Nakaba's mouth, he squeezed his dick between his leg. Oh it was hard alright. Once again, he felt vindication pulse through his very being. Everything he ever lived for, protested against, cried to the heavens in a cris de coueur amidst -- all of it, all of that, was leading him down this very road.

A road in which he would be lavished upon by people like Nico Robin and Nami the Cat Burglar her self.

These two sea sailing, wanted women --

At HIS bidding!

And so far, one of them didn't even know it yet!

"There we go, now." Not bothering to wipe off some of Nakaba's spilled over saliva from her finger, she turned back to his plate. "What did you want to eat next, then?"

"You know what, I think I'll have the--"

CRASH!

At that moment, the door to the dining hall was host to a noisy collision, causing everyone to swivel their heads in its direction, Nakaba included, as he nearly fell out of his chair.

"Chopper!"

"Chopper?" echoed the rest of the group.

"Eheheheh," the talking reindeer emerged from the floor sheepishly, and for good reason. Surrounding him was a deluge of women's underwear, and a single suitcase at his feet -- or, er, hooves. Considering where they were, the owners could only be ascribed to so many.

That was, two.

Flushing red, Nami still had Nakaba's spoon traveling to his mouth halted mid-way when she noticed her first-class articles of lingerie and swimwear and what have you dressing up the wooden boards and hatches for all to see.

"CHOPPER," she marched his way, eyes cast under a conveniently slathered shadow, and it was clear she was demanding an explanation. The crew doctor quickly glanced at Nakaba, who looked back, slightly bewildered that the task he had assigned him had resulted in a butchering as low-ball as this, but hey, some people were simply not cut out as secret agents of covert operation.

Don't worry, once again, in keeping with this specific morning tradition of slightly ambiguous but somehow follow-able eye talk.

I'll handle this.