When you're Horny, Fuck [pt. I: -your Crewmates]

*Written in Collaboration with NamiChwan

“Fucking quick hand Zoro.” Nami grumbled, slipping on a pair of pure white panties under her skirt. “Didn’t even let me take the panties off myself before he went grabbing again.”

She checked the clock on the wall. The shitty swordsman had made her cum 4 minutes ago so she still had 16 minutes before the others got their chance.

“Will they really be that pantie starved..?” She mumbled to herself. As much as her pussy was somewhat aching already, Nami sort of wanted everyone to just leave her alone to deal with this herself. Even if they were doing this ‘for her sake’ to help her, the odds were low enough that it was really unlikely they’d get it in the first few attempts.

But could she really just sit here all day waiting for them to make their move?

Nami decided the best course of action was to just go about her day as normal for now. Just stick around her room and work on some maps, with the Clima-Tact close by at the ready in case anyone tried to **** their way in.

The sixteen minutes breezed by like nothing. Then another twenty without a single peep from the guys. Then another.

Were they being good? Or planning something…

The real problem emerged once an hour had been reached. She was bursting for the toilet. And not something that could be solved with a bottle and funnel.

She crept up to the door to look out carefully. Maybe it’ll be okay? Nami would bring her signature weapon as a backup but currently her bet with Nakaba didn’t seem to be on everyone’s minds. Maybe it was just Zoro being a dick about his swords that first time.
She couldn’t really do anything else but hope. Looking around the empty ship before she quickly sped to the top part of the Sunny to relieve her body.

Again nothing happened and she was able to return to her room without a single peep from the guys.

Her body was calming down now too. The ache slowly leaving for her to think clearly now. Nami was overreacting, these were her friends! They wouldn’t do anything that fucked up.
When she sat back in her chair to continue her maps that thought changed.

Metal clamps suddenly sprouted from the arms and legs of the chair to leave her completely immobilized.

“W-WHAT?! What’s happening?!” Nami panicked, hands and feet squeezing against the metal but not moving a budge. She was absolutely trapped.

But the real issue happened when another panel opened up and a small white pole across her sex. She had a bad feeling of where this was going, but could do literally nothing to stop it.

BZZZZZZZZ

“AAAHHHHHH!”

The white pole sprung to life, vibrating hard against Nami’s pussy and clit. A scream sent flying around her room from the weird contraption she was in. She bucked, trying to escape the sudden pressure and the pleasure that had already built up inside her, but it was no use. Her body just kept flopping back down onto the pole, bashing her clit on the rim and sending new shocks through to her core.

“FUCK STOP STOPSTOPSTOPSTOP!” The navigator begged, **** to get off this ride before she’d do something she’d regret.

But it was far too late for that, she tried once more to escape on instinct but her arms and legs were too trapped to do anything except land once more on the vibrating pole. And that was the last push her body needed to send her pussy spasming in horrible floods. Soaking the panties and the chair she was in while she writhed in place.

Finally it stopped, and she leaned forwards while panting loudly. The ache had returned as well, somehow feeling worse than before. This mechanical hitjob on her pussy was cruel but it had done its job.

There was only one on the ship who could do something like this.

“OW!” burst in the blue haired male. “That all went perfectly! Thanks for trying out my new invention, lil sis Nami!”

Her response was a series of cusses under her ragged breath. It didn’t deter Franky though, he just released the clasps with a push of a button and waited. Nami knew what had to happen next, leaving the damp chair to slide her soggy white panties down her legs and hand them over to the cyborg’s massive paws.

After a quick sniff and a taste Franky seemed satisfied. “Very nice. You’ve got a great smell, lil sis!” He beamed to the seething woman. Nami turned away to go back to her pantie drawer while Franky bent over to pop his legs through the holes. “That new bro Nakaba said that I’d be 20% more Super this week if I wore a pair of your cummed in panties over my manly sea-panties!” He explained. The cyborg now wearing the white wet cloth over his own. He shimmied and stretched them a little, getting a feel for the super powers Nami’s panties held.

“What do you think?” Franky asked with a pose.

“Filthy degenerate pervert.” She spat while reapplying her latest panties.

“Aww, stop! You’re embarrassing me!” Franky fawned. “Do you want another round in the chair then?” He proudly patted his newest tool. But something in Nami’s eyes threw him from his pride. “H-hey, what are you doing?”

The chair was quickly thrown into the ocean and Nami’s old chair returned.

---

“Yes, Nakaba-san!” came Robin’s quite typically loud passion filled voice, “Use your thick mast, well-endowed like no other, and destroy my filthy, 80 million belli cunt! Just like that!”

A pair of Straw Hats were well used to the way the second of their female crew mates acted, at least when she was alone with Nakaba and paid little mind other than the presence of slightly flushed cheeks and perhaps a bit tighter pants.

Their brand new resident Babe Spotter had dragged their illustriously mysterious and quite reserved lady crew member back to the Girls' Quarters for what sounded like a most thorough sexual inspection. More importantly Nami had vanished for now, the skilled and devious Navigator obviously doing her best to avoid her wet pantie-hungry crew mates as they each did their best to find her nonchalantly as well as come up with the best way to bring her to that particular sexual edge which would find her squirting a fresh magic load of Nami juices into whatever pair of cute or perhaps even sexy panties she'd chosen to wear.

“No way, Usopp.” said Zoro with a dismissive wave of his hands, before settling them back upon the hilts of his swords at his waist, “You heard what the new guy said. These things only have so much Nami juice in’em. I don’t know how it works but there ain’t no way I’m letting you put’em on your head so you can see better with’em for what, a minute or two? When the sharpness they deliver to my blades is forever.”

“Not forever!” Cried Usopp matching the other Straw Hat’s gestures with a wild throw of both his arms into the air, “Your swords get duller every time you use them!”

Zoro snorted and shook his head with a dismissive smirk, “Still, that means they’re good to go until the next time this crew NEEDS them to be sharp! Face it. You need to man up and get your own pair a’ Nami’s nasty panties! And when you do, don’t USE’em until our next life and **** situation!”

It was quite questionable how the pair had managed to wander past the open door to the Girls’ Quarters during their wandering discussion. But somehow they’d managed it and the arresting view inside had both their feet stilling so that their eyes could inappropriately feast. The event unfolding before them was a treat to their eyes. Right now, right before them, it was their quite beautiful dark-haired busty would-be ‘mother’ of the crew’s turn to be fucked.

The wildly copulating couple were half on the end of one of the beds, Robin mostly on and Nakaba mostly off.

Nakaba was naked and Robin was nearly so with the back part of a bright yellow thong stretched across one large and round, quivering butt cheek, having made way for the passage of the Babe Spotter’s cock. The guy looked like a teenager, however he was treating the more mature Robin like a dockside whore. Nude, it was perfectly clear that Nakaba’s body wasn’t the least bit muscular but he was still making some fierce thrusts into Robin. Even as they watched in stunned appreciation for the erotic tableau before them, he pulled her left arm to the back of her waist and grabbed the wrist with his right hand, then he used his left hand to rub the spot between her slender thighs while also continuing to fuck her.

They could see her whole huge breasts, stretched into pendulous balloons by gravity as they swung around beneath her as she twisted back to him to declare, “That's it, Nakaba-san. I'm sure you can feel the tightness of my pussy and the heat of my swollen clit. My love juices are flowing, and the more you pump, the more they flow. So go ahead and pump away! I want your precious ejaculate to flood my most intimate of places!"

This declaration was met with a few more vigorous thrusts by Nakaba-san, who was clearly enjoying her verbal submission. It was going to be a while before this particular encounter was over, and they were all aware of it. The Babe Spotter urged her into a new position, moving a few spare feet to the vanity which she was laid back against with various small items carelessly knocked aside. His quite temporary extraction from Robin’s interior spaces was enough for both male Straw Hats to get their first good look at his pride and joy. Even though it had been through their eyes, they still couldn’t quite believe what they were seeing.

"What the hell?" grunted Zoro with genuine shock while he was eyeing the Babe Spotter's enormous dong. Usopp was awestruck himself. That was the sort of endowment the Great Captain Usopp was blessed with in some of the racier tall tales he'd been thinking about including in his letters to Kaya.

“Fuck me!” Robin squealed in delight, panting and gasping as Nakaba once again started hammering her tight little, no scratch that- started hammering her no longer tight or little pussy into oblivion.

“DAMN that’s one hell of a Babe Spotter we managed to fish from the sea…”, a grudging new found respect glinting in Zoro’s eyes.

“I know… it’s no wonder he got Robin so quickly. It’s crazy that he doesn’t already have a whole island of curated babes, not with that thick, big wagger of a dick!”

Zoro nodded, “That man is born to be a Babe Spotter. Just as I was born to swing a sword, that guy is born to fuck. Holy shit.”

The green haired swordsmen shifted his stance as his crotch brandished its own stubborn blade. The Babe Spotter seemed to be in some sort of altered state of mind, practically growling with his eyes closed as he increased the pace of his thrusts into Robin's drooling snatch even ash she continued to cry out her usual Robin-with-Nakabaisms.

“Oh Wow! You’re lasting so long, Nakaba-sama! You’re a true COCKSmen! You’re conquering this pirate pussy! Making me cum so hard and often! Oh how many ladies have you split apart with your magnificent manhood that you’ve gained this skill at such a young age!? Nineteen and already a pussy-pleasing stud, turning a formidable intelligent individual like myself into a mere onahole bitch for your expansive dick’s perfect pleasure! Yes! Yes! I’m cumCUM-cumming again! N, Anh……, Aaah……, N, HaAnh……, Nhaa……”

Zoro finally took notice of the growing frustration in his pants and grimaced, realizing he had something much better to do than watch this. Getting his hands on Nami and making that tricky thief juice another pair of panties for him.

He didn't bother to say anything to Usopp, noting the guy was still staring. Instead he strolled away with his hands clasped atop his head. With Robin's still loud cries in his ears and recalling that brief glimpse of Nakaba's tool, Zoro didn't think Nami stood a chance in hell of winning that bet.

He smirked, certainly not with the whole crew helping him to get Nami all hot and bothered.
Hmmph. With this guy aboard maybe that manipulative shrew had finally met her match.

---

Okay, Nami thought to herself. Maybe hiding in my room wasn’t the best idea, too easy to find me. Just gotta keep to myself. No way those guys’ll find me here.

She’d managed to slip by everyone in her twenty minute grace period to the absolute rear of the ship. Currently Nami had navigated to the library under the bathroom. Perhaps not the most secretive place but it did mean she could use the toilet freely without fear of anyone messing with her stuff…

The windows were open and letting a nice sea breeze in. She could just sit here and read some books Robin recommended, with a nice thunder cloud looming over her in case anyone got any bright ideas about spotting her.

She could feel a little safe.

Thipp! Thipp!

Suddenly two small objects shot in from outside, slapping against her nipples through her shirt.

“Huh?” Nami asked, brushing the mark on her top to see what hit her. “What the..?”

Thipp! Thipp!

Two more suddenly came out of nowhere, hitting both nipples this time. It seemed to be leaving some sort of liquid that quickly soaked through the thin yellow fabric.

Letting it do that was a mistake.

Her areolas exploded with itchiness, her fingers dug into them but that only served to spread the itching fluid deeper inside her. Hissing in pain she quickly removed her top and threw it down to the library floor.

“Goddamn…” She mumbled, her huge breasts completely revealed to the books surrounding her. They heaved with her panting while the itching in her nipples calmed itself. “Germ warfare ain’t cool Usopp!”

Ping! Pang! Thap!

Seemingly as his response, the sniper had fired a tiny rubber ball that bounced twice on the library's wooden shelves before slamming itself onto her panties, right where her clit was. She gasped out at the sudden sharp twang in her pussy. It had hit hard enough to reverberate through her but not hard enough to actually hurt, which was almost considerate if this wasn’t a clear attempt to make her wet her pants.

Nami sensed this wasn’t going to end quickly. She went to close the windows but as she did two more rubber balls came in and thwapped her pussy again. Not only that but he’d apparently had the foresight to jam the windows open somehow and she didn’t have the time to figure out how. As this time four shots slipped under her skirt to hit her now throbbing clit.
She had to go get a new shirt at least. Or a thick winter jacket for a counter. So she bundled her breasts into her arms and made a dart for her room on the other side of the ship. And she could probably bash him for good measure as well.

Unfortunately for Nami, Usopp had been ready for her. There was a slightly wet floor just outside the library that made her slip into the railing. It hadn’t been unsafe, but it was enough to move her arms. Six rapid shots brushed her nipples with pinpoint accuracy. Amazingly, none hit her breasts. His aiming was that precise he managed to only make her nipples bounce again and again. It was almost sensual, if it wasn’t also driving Nami towards another regretful climax.

She still couldn’t see where the long nose freak was as more and more shots hit off walls and railing to hit her sensitive areas. Nami made a move to go towards her room but was met with a new target for Usopp. A small burst of pepper suddenly splashed her face and she was forcibly made to sneeze herself back, nearly falling again on the wet floor. The sneezing somehow added to her body's heat, throwing her senses all out of whack as she struggled to stand up with the amount of shots attacking her nipples and clit.

This was impossible, the sniper’s skills were way too precise. It’s like his hands were all over her! Maybe if that guy was stronger he’d actually be a **** to be reckoned with when it came to fights. But no, he was using his skills to invent a new way to **** women from afar.

As annoyed as she was, it didn't stop her current predicament. Getting to her room out in the open was way too tricky, she had to get out of his line of sight first then retreat properly.

She turned to get to the back of the library but as soon as she did something much larger was shot at her. It didn’t break her panties but Nami’s favorite spatula suddenly dove into her ass at breakneck speeds. Luckily the cloth stopped it from hurting her, but also without the pain it just sent a large cascade of erotic energy up her spine and lodged itself in her tight asshole.

The navigator couldn’t stop and get it out though, more shots brushed her nipples and slapped her clit. Her body was heating up and she still wasn’t out of the line of fire.

She turned the corner and hid at the back of the boat. Leaning two hands on the wood to peer round the edge to see if she could see her attacker. No dice, the sun was shining in her eyes and still no sign of Usopp.

It was time to get into the Sunny, he couldn’t aim as good inside.

It was time to get into the Sunny.

Why wasn’t she moving?

“Sure Kill: Sticky Star!” She heard Usopp cry out from a distance. Nami had been too focused on what was around her that she’d missed the sticky residue on the corner of the boat and now her hands were stuck.

And completely at Usopp’s mercy.

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! Rubber band! Thwap!

Shot after shot after shot struck her body. Always hitting her pleasure centers, nipples got brushed, her clit was hit with rubber balls and even the spatula was twanged in her asshole a couple times. Some small flat soccer balls bounced off a few surfaces to ‘slap’ her ass. A rubber band even managed to hit her pussy. Her senses were overloaded from the pepper as well, she just couldn’t defend herself.

Her knees grew shakier, her body became hot once more, and soon it was too late.

“GGYAAAAHHHH!!!” Nami cried, the third time now she was brought to her sexual peak in just as many hours. And just as many times it left her unsatisfied. Her panties erupted in juice, and her body’s heat levels once more remained at hellish levels.

Usopp landed on the deck, still sort of wary about this whole bet and ‘not hitting the crew’ thing.

“S-sorry Nami…” He mumbled at her thick dripping rage. He was really glad it worked, only knowing a bit of how a woman’s body works and needing Chopper to guide him through some of the really sensitive areas to aim for, but he still sort of felt bad for tearing it out of her. He’d secretly been hoping he’d actually manage to make her cum and she’d be thankful to him, but perhaps that was just a lie Usopp was telling himself.

He freed her from the sticky prison and quickly winced, bracing for impact.

Only to open his eyes to the sight of a bright red lingerie lace hanging off his nose.

“Nice shot.” Nami spat at him and fumed off to go put on more panties.

---

After that run in with Usopp, Nami was feeling sweaty and sticky as hell. She needed a hot shower, the one place no one could stalk her since she wouldn’t be wearing panties anyway. However, on her way to the bathroom Nami crossed paths with her big dicked tormentor.

“How’s it going there? Want to beg me for anything yet?” he cocked his head to side to side, sending his one stupid tacky N-shaped earring flashing.

She bumped Nakaba’s shoulder as she passed him, spitting out a: “Piss off, gonna go shower.”

“Wow, that attitude of yours never backs down does it bitch?”

“Like you’re one to talk.”

He chuckled a little at the snark back. “True. But I also have the power to tell you that there’s a new rule for the game: You’re now not allowed to shower for the next two days. Makes your pussy leak much tastier liquid on your panties.”

Nami nearly ripped the Sunny’s banister off its hinges.

“Fine.” She hissed and hurried off to find her next hiding place.

---

Nakaba was laid out on the curving couch in the ship's aquarium.

It was a comfortable cool location, a glass wall separating him from a passing school of brightly colored fish. Blue curtains lined the aquatic view and the otherwise dark room was lit by a quartet of lanterns that ringed the pillar in the middle of the tiled room. This was probably his favorite location in the Straw Hat's huge ship, well besides the girls' bedroom which was his new lovely flesh palace.

He stared through the glass at what appeared to be a full on shark, not quite believing the exotic amenities that a government-hunted group of pirates managed to live amongst. He took a sip of wine, only daring to do so every once in a while for fear of losing himself in an alcoholic haze.

Ahh... this was the life. He was a a simple man in the end. A simple man with a big hungry dick. So long as he had a bevy of babes to tend to his powerful lusts and a crew of obedient powerful men to protect him, he could see himself sailing the Grand Line for his entire life, living a pure life of decadent hedonism.

He took another sip of wine, his head starting to swim from the ****. He wondered what it might be like to spend the rest of his life like this, with a harem at his beck and call... indulging in any and all manner of sexual practices with these beautiful girls without any fear or worry.

Luffy, followed by Zoro with one of his blades casually held across his shoulders, entered the aquarium. Nakaba couldn't resist a shudder as he recalled all the stories he'd heard about these two famous pirates' monstrous strength. He had to remind himself forcefully that no matter how bad-ass this duo was, they'd already proven their poor little brains to be completely susceptible to his magical earrings' power. Luffy plopped down on the couch just past Nakaba's feet while Zoro took a seat at one of the chairs at the table that wrapped around the room's central column.

"Hey Nakaba!" greeted the absurd Captain, "My crew's still got an opening for a Babe Spotter. Everyone tells me you're the best, plus you knew all that cool stuff about Nami's panties. How about it? You in?"

Nakaba blinked, "Huh? I thought I'd already joined."

The green haired swordsman snorted, "Easiest recruitment so far, eh Luffy?"

The Captain of the Straw Hat Pirates grinned, "Shishishi! That's right! Thanks, Nakaba! Usually I've got to beat up some big time jerk before I get my next companion. Glad you were so easy!" He laughed pretty hard again, making Nakaba frown a little at the word choice. Though, honestly, it was pretty hard to be upset with this jokester because Luffy almost reminded Nakaba of his brother. Sure, their personalities were radically different these days, but when they were younger Akaba was much more a barrel of laughs and adventures. Luffy really exuded that little brother energy that Nakaba was sort of missing even though he was a infamously wanted pirate. The Straw Hat continued after his laughter stopped. "We've only got two girls on the crew so far but you've already Spotted Robin, I guess Nami's next in line!"

Nakaba sat up and screwed up his eyebrows as he did his best to follow the twisted logic of the many and varied changes to normality he'd made that had led to this particular moment. "So... I'm a member of the crew."

"That's right!" said Luffy, "You're a Straw Hat Pirate!"

Nakaba shook his head in wonder at the idea being counted as one of this infamous group before shrugging it off, content to continue to play his silly games, "You know, you may have noticed I'm a little new to this all. I've never actually been on a pirate ship before. I don't even know how to use a cutlass!"

Head lolling on his shoulder, Zoro gave him a look like he was an idiot, "We're clearly not hiring you for your fighting skill. Just leave the sword stuff to me."

Nakaba just kind of stared at the apathetic looking swordsman. Why thank you my good muscly sir! That's exactly what I had in mind for you! A big dumb guard for my harem of luscious pirate babes!

"Yea, yea. We've got plenty of strong fighters but there's more than just that for a great pirate crew. I only just finally got a musician! And now a babe spotter right after! What luck!" The unnecessarily Straw Hat wearing captain then clasped a hand down on Nakaba's shoulder and leaned in with a rather intense look in his eyes, "Now tell us, Nakaba, what do you want most in the world?"

Well, damn.

He'd been waiting for a good moment for this to say the words that would instantly convert these fools to his way of looking at the world. He'd already tested it once when he told Robin his dream and as far as he could tell she had been completely sincere in her stated conviction that she would do everything in her power to make it come true.

As Zoro raised a pair of lazy eyebrows and Luffy looked at him expectantly, Nakaba took a deep breath and put on his best dreamiest face, "What I want most in this world, is to be surrounded by beautiful women!"

"What I want to do is sail the seas with my bad-ass pirate crew in search of the hottest and choicest Babes to be ****-ably added to our ship's company either as useful pirates, living decorations for every room, or sexy slam-pieces to sate this Babe Spotters' endless lust. I want to travel and explore this great big world upon my noble mission to fondle and fuck, deflower and use, command and play with, and even pile drive whatever women I deem worthy of my attention."

"In short, fellas, I want to be the acknowledged King of the Babes."

The three men all held each others' gazes for a moment before Luffy enthusiastically broke the silence, "I like the sound of that! It's totally what we should do!"

Zoro let out an impressed whistle, "Damn Nakaba! That's a damn fine ambition!"

"It certainly is!" cheered Luffy before a confused expression crossed his face and he tilted his head, tapping his chin. "Um...I get fondle and command. Play with. And pile drive- that's just throwing them at the ground which is okay if they're tough. But what is fuck or deflower mean? And what's a slam-piece?"

Nakaba must have been drunker than he thought, cause he thought this guy just asked what fucking was. "Fucking. You know, hot steamy raw dogging? Bitch busting hump nutting?" Luffy was still just blinking at him in confusion "...sex? Sex. You must know sex. S-E-X. Where babies come from."

Luffy slammed his fist into his palm in realization. "AH! I get it now! You want to turn into a stork! To deliver babies to people!"

Zoro's head was in his hands.

And while his face wore an incredulous stare for a moment, Nakaba's quickly grew a wild look in his eyes as his face split with a huge evil grin. He reached out and grasped Luffy's cheeks, the rubber man's skin stretching out and deforming with ease, "Are you telling me you're a virgin, oh Captain my Captain? And what's more a freaking sexual tabula rasa, a blank canvas that I can paint over, mold and shape with my very own hands to create a proper perverted lad in my own image! A fine task for a master Babe Spotter like me!"

He let go of the rubber man and stood up to made a low, mock bow.

Luffy scratched his head, "Um, I'm not sure what that means."

But he grinned once his face snapped back to normal. "Zoro this guys really funny! He loves saying a bunch of weird words that make no sense!"

"Worry not your precious naïve head. I think it only fair that I return the favor of my gracious pirate captain for letting me join his crew of like minded perverts and babes by bringing him up to speed with with own adulthood." Nakaba explained while raising Luffy to his feet. "Come now. You're about to get your ass deflowered by my very best Babe. And I'm going to teach you everything I know about pounding that pussy and making the ladies creme!"

"Oh good. Because I tried to give Nami one of those 'orgism' things earlier and it was super confusing. I did everything she said, all the hugging and poking her pee hole but she still got really mad and yelled afterwards!" There was a somewhat hurt expression on his face that abruptly vanished as he grinned, "I got a pair of her special panties though!" He grinned and opened his shorts to look at his prize. Nakaba couldn't resist this blank canvas any longer and quickly dragged him out the aquarium.

"Have fun Luffy!" Zoro called after him, kicking back a little in the dull blue light and drifting off to a quick nap. "What a nice guy helping Luffy like that. And his dream's not bad either. Much better than 'finding an ocean full of fish' like that shitty cook. All oceans are full of fish, dumbass..."

---

Shit had gotten way too stressful out on the main deck. The guys were hunting her like she was prime beef ready to be captured.

The high tension wasn’t helping her calm down and stop the throbbing. Her body was way too stressed out for that.

The navigator had evaded detection by using Mirage Tempo to get around. Using flashes of her fake self at certain locations around the ship diverted their attention enough for her to slip by.
Currently she was in the docking bay. There was no way anyone was going to find her in the Shark Sub. Nami had positioned herself in a way that hid her behind the chair to anyone looking in. It was a tight squeeze but she’d managed to find a spot that wasn’t majorly uncomfortable.

It was a surefire way to avoid everyone, even if spending another hour in here felt pretty dull.

The ginger shuffled a little more into her hiding spot. Logically the only thing to do now would be to get some shut eye while she could. There was nothing else to do, and her body throbbing was getting too annoying to deal with in the land of the living. Probably best just to take the chance to rest in her safe space shark.

As mentioned, her throbbing pussy made sleep quite difficult. However, eventually her mind drifted off.

Nami didn’t feel like she’d get a full deep sleep nap, but though her mind was somewhat aware of her predicament a dream slowly wafted in from her subconscious.

A club. She was at a nice club dancing away freely into the night. The sights were sort of blending together in the dream haze; bright lights, a drunk atmosphere, plenty of blurry people around her and a pretty rocking DJ that kept her dancing.

Really kept her dancing.

That music was intoxicating, she couldn’t even figure out why but it really really made her want to dance. Her body just had to move to that funky beat! She jiggled around in the low cut dress she was wearing, hands above her head as she moved passionately around the space. She had to dance! The music made all of them want to dance, the blurry people were loving it too and Nami could recognize them dancing right alongside her.

Wait, was there someone not dancing?

A single stranger stood perfectly still amongst the moving masses. The crowd had parted to make Nami gaze upon the mysterious man who refused to dance.

How could that be? The music was so good!

Nami had to help him.

Her body gyrated and jived over to the stranger, giving her best ‘play with me!’ eyes as she did to try and help him along. His eyes wore nothing, she couldn’t really see any proper face on him, just enough shadows to recognize he was human.

And worst of all, he stood still.

The music had to be danced to. Nami had to make him dance. She gripped his arms and stroked them down, gripping his hands and swaying side to side. Nothing. Like a statue. He was taller than her so Nami couldn’t quite get a good look into his eyes, but it sort of looked like he was sad. No one can be sad with such great music!

The navigator quickly turned up the heat. She ground her ass against him, trying to coax some better emotions out of the stranger. She reached one arm around to his back and one arm up to his face, slithering up and down his body while rubbing herself up his front.

Finally it did something to him, and his hands moved around to her front resting just on her flat stomach. Nami happily grinned at that, she gripped him gently and swayed back and forth. Finally his body was dancing! It was a slow dance but now no one was unhappy! She’d done it! The music even changed to a much slower song to match their dancing, how nice!

She wanted to look at how happy he was, but to do that she’d have to let go of him and he’d stop dancing. And that couldn’t happen now that he tasted happiness.

What she really wasn’t expecting was his hands to travel upwards. Maybe he was super into the slow stuff? Oh, he’s found her breasts. Now he’s dancing with her tits, squeezing them to the beat and stretching them out impressively by the clothed nipple. It felt so good to dance, her tits felt amazing in the stranger’s hands.

Her uncovered nipple felt amazing in… uncovered? Wasn’t she wearing clothes?

No, this was a nudist club.

That’s why she’d been feeling his erection in between her thighs for the last few minutes… wait, what? The mystery guy was erect, touching her up and Nami was grinding on him. That doesn’t sound right...

The music told her it was fine though.

The music...

...wait, the music told her what?

When had the music told her anything? Where had the bouncy dance music gone anyway? Who the fuck plays violin at a club?

And most importantly: why couldn’t she open her eyes and wake up?

As if realizing her reality was shattering the music picked up speed, as did the man’s stroking. They were working in synergy and Nami was trapped in between them. Every time the violin panged a note she’d feel that pang deep in her soul, and the man rubbed at the very spot on her soul to make it bloom into a full blown pleasure beam.

Nami had to hold onto him for dear life. Her body was erupting, her mind was a mess in confused peaks. The music engulfed her. The hands kept her under. The music made her burst. The hands helped her explode.

What the hell was… was…?

“F-FUCK!” Nami yelled. “AAAAIIIEEEEEE!!!”

Her explosive feelings finally ripped her out of the dream. Just in time to watch her pussy squirt a thick mess of liquid on her panties while her body rippled once more in dissatisfaction.
Deep pained breaths that could not feel worse escaped her lips. It was perhaps the worst she’d felt after a nap in her life, even if it hadn’t been so bad during it.

She turned her head to see the old skinless man she’d somewhat expected.

“Yohohoho! How was that Nami-san? Enjoy your private performance? From what I can smell and hear you certainly did… not that I have ears or a nose! YOHOHOHO! SKU- YAAHH!”
CRACK!

Nami’s fist full of damp panties slammed into the skeleton’s eye socket. She was enraged, but knew she now had to go put on a fresh pair to keep the game going.

“I know I’m not allowed to hit you guys after you make me cum, but that was for the bad pun, not the edging.” She snarked as she exited the shark sub. It was a bad excuse but she thought the threat of another smack would deter Brook from tattling to Nakaba on her. Plus he got her panties so he could shut up.

Brook lied open mouthed on the floor of the Submarine. “Yohoho, everyone's a critic.” He chuckled to himself, then realised that her panties were still lodged in his head. “Seems I can finally ‘see’ Nami’s panties! Not that I have any eyes! Yohohoho!”

---

Nami groaned and slid a bit lower in her chair, her nearby Mikan trees providing what familiar comfort they could.

She was at the patio table on the observation deck with a brilliant orange-red sun approaching the horizon. She'd given up on trying to avoid anybody for the moment. Too tired to care. Right now she was trying to relax. She was trying to ignore the dull insistent throbbing in her sex. She was trying to think about anything other than how badly she needed a good hard cum!

The reason being that the male crew had spent the last few hours coming up with ever more pathetic and absurd ways to FAIL at giving her a fucking orgasm. Instead she’d had the oh so wonderful experience of having her vagina ejaculate over and over again without getting any real sexual relief. And to top it all off, she’d had to hand over her precious cummed-in panties to the useless ingrates as a reward!

She could just picture them back in their quarters savoring her musky aroma for days!

Fuck, how had it only been a few hours? She had to make it till the end of tomorrow? How? She wiggled around a bit in her chair, feeling her itchy tingly pussy react. She needed some blessed relief from this endless horny torment now!

“Hi Nami, may I join you?”

Nami looked over to see Robin had made her way over.

She’d approached awfully silently for someone who was so freaking loud when she was getting deep-dicked by Nakaba over and over again. Nami raised one eyebrow as she took in Robin’s outfit which left most of her creamy-skinned form fully exposed. On top she wore only an obviously hastily modified jean vest which Nami recognized had once been a full jacket but now mostly served to drape atop her gorgeous breasts. It managed to just barely conceal Robin’s nipples while leaving the vast majority of the rest of her tit-flesh in full view including their undersides and the full sweep of her cleavage. Below she wore what looked like a denim thong, clearly a recent pair of jeans that now left all of Robin’s long legs bare and were cut so small that Nami could even see a bit of the other woman’s green panties.

"No, go find Nakaba," she grunted.

"I just did, may I sit anyway?"

Nami nodded a bit grumpily and watched as Robin sat down next to her. The movement caused her big boobs to contemptuously cast aside the scanty denim flaps and Nami was treated to Robin’s pink nipples in full view. The other woman didn’t bother to fix it as her breasts pooled a bit atop her torso, that being impossible with the cut of the vest when she was sitting down. She set a small white box with a ribbon tied around it on the table.

Things were silent for a long moment as Nami looked out on the ocean before she finally turned and said, “I'm begrudged to admit it, but you look amazing.”

And she meant it. Nami knew she was a babe. Sure she probably didn't have her sex appeal maximized but if her amateur efforts may have left something to be desired it had always been enough to wrap any number of gullible cretins around her little finger. And she certainly never wanted to be under another man's thumb in any capacity, not after Arlong. But the truth was, she'd never seen Robin look so... fuckable. Part of that was the fact that, yea, while Nami had been running around dealing with idiots and constantly changing her panties, Robin had been getting her brains screwed out by her Babe Spotter, but still.

“Thank you. Nakaba-kun is a fine spotter.” preening a small bit under Nami’s appreciative gaze.

Robin looked incredible and Nami was having a hard time keeping her eyes off of her. Was this the Babe curation skill of a real Babe Spotter? It was like Nakaba had found the perfect outfit that somehow magically took a girl who was a perfect ten and turned it to eleven! And Robin knew it. She was softly smiling the entire time.

"Ah! Fair Nami-san and Babe Robin-chan!" cried Sanji, their lean blonde chef appearing with a tray gracefully balanced between hand and shoulder.

His eyes went wide, the heart-like pupils expanding as he took in the full sweep of Robin's huge breasts in full view, their perfect bowl-like shapes pointing upward, her large sakura nipples pointing slightly to the sides. Sanji's sheer dexterity on display as he whipped out a napkin and nose bled into it at the same as he bent and laid the tray with drinks upon the table.

"I always knew you were a Babe! The dark beauteous archeologist with a mysterious past!" He declared with his typical adoration even as he openly stared at her tits and set a cup of steaming coffee before her. Then with a manic expression he placed both a thick mug of beer in front of Nami as well as a very tall glass of water, very minutely closer, filled to the brim with ice as was her preference. "And for you, the loveliest of navigators, a true Babe as well with no need for a certified Spotter, such is her innate beauty!"

"Thank you, Sanji." Nami said with clear gratitude for his vocal support as much for the drinks.

Very pointedly placing a hand on his hip and seeming to suck in a breath and emphasize the size of her boobs, Robin said, "That will be all for now, Sanji-kun. Thank you."

"Of course! Of course!" He said, bowing and backing away, completely unable to tear his eyes away from her chest as he went.

Then he was gone, disappearing down the nearby hatch to the dining room and kitchen.

There was silence between them for a moment along with the thick rhythmic swishing sound of the waves crashing against the ship's hull.

Finally Nami took a deep breath. "So what's in the box?"

"Oh! These are for you," Robin said as she slid it over to Nami. “I know you’re having a bit of a tough time and I know I had my part in setting up Nakaba’s little game for you.”

Nami’s eyes narrowed at that at first but then opened it and pulled out a small bright yellow g-string. They were very clearly soiled, what little material was there was completely damp and there was a lot of crusty white residue that could only be Nakaba’s seed.

Nami's mouth dropped open and she looked at Robin, "Are these?!"

Robin nodded and reached out and gently touched Nami's shoulder, "Yes, those are my VERY freshly cummed in panties. I wore them while Nakaba fucked me and afterwards I used them to catch his semen as it flowed out of my vagina. They're a bit of an apology, but more than that they represent how much you mean to me. You're my friend, Nami. And the real reason why I helped Nakaba is because I want... well, no I need you to be a Babe with me..."

"Oh fuck! Apology accepted!" Nami cut her off as she snatched the g-string up to her face and pressed the dirty pantie to her nose and mouth. She sniffed audibly several times then she pulled the underwear back a bit to peer at it intently before pressing it to her lips. She licked it a couple of times before pushing the material a bit into her mouth and sucking on it. Then she was back to sniffing it forcefully, as she spoke with clear excitement in her voice, "I don't know about the rest but this is JUST what I needed. Thank you! Just to get my mind off that bet and sniff some orgasmy pussy panties to my heart's content! Mmmm..."

Nami closed her eyes and just lost herself in the moment, not giving a damn about anything else other than these cummy panties.

"You even gave me some of his jizz on such a small pair! Man, I didn't realize how fucking thick it was. And you get this stuff straight from the tap? Dammit, I'm almost jealous. That stupid stud just spent hours humping his brains away just to deliver his big fat load to you... with his big fat dick...' Nami excitedly babbled, partly from the lovely smells in her face and partly from her growing imagination.

"Four loads." Robin amended with a twinkle in her eyes, "He's... productive."

Nami licked her lips unconsciously as her hand lowered to her crotch, rubbing the material of her pants a bit against the pussy that had very much not calmed down by this conversation.

Just holding the crumpled up panties to her nose and breathing through them, she turned and gave Robin a frank look, “And how many times did you cum?”

The black haired beauty hid her lips behind her hand and looked away, “Oh Nami, I’m sorry. I don’t want to say. I know you’re having…”

Nami groaned and collapsed upon the table (keeping Robin’s dirty g-string between her face and the surface of course).

“Oh honey…” Robin’s hand patted and rubbed Nami’s upper back, “I really wish you’d forget about this silly bet. I know Nakaba can be more than a bit off-putting, obnoxious personality quirks aplenty, but who could we say among our merry crew does not? He really is quite special, a Babe Spotter like no other, unquestionably equipped to do his job which is us the clear Babes amongst our Straw Hat band.”

"There's no way I'm going to give up my pride as a human being! You heard the terms of the bet..." Nami said with a fervor that reflected the strength of her will. Unfortunately, her very hot, wet, and oh so needy loins had other ideas and she continued more tentatively, "Is it really that big?"

Robin tilted her head slightly in question, "You said you felt it when you gave him footsie."

"Yea, I could tell he had a big one. I didn't measure it with my toes!"

Robin's swan expression communicated a slight disbelief with this response but she continued anyway, "Nakaba's is quite exceptional. You really should take a look at it. I believe it will help you in your decision. It certainly helped me make mine. Although, I must admit to being a bit worried that it would not be possible to properly service such a giant without my propensity for extra hands."

She smiled wryly while as she briefly held up crossed arms.

"You're kidding!"

"In point of fact, I am. At least in the assertion that I would need more than a woman's normal complement of bodily features to provide my Spotter pleasure, but I think it an entirely accurate depiction of Nakaba's size none the less."

Nami opened her mouth to speak, only to catch herself and roll her eyes as she let out a small groan.

""What? What is it?"

The navigator's frustrations shifted slightly from her pussy to the archaeologist's stare. Robin was way too perceptive and steadfast to let Nami drop it or lie. "Ohh, I was just going to spit out something about how I'm not one to get worked up about some guy because of the contents of his pants. But right now?!" Nami exclaimed before leaning all the way back in her chair and covering her face with her arm as if trying to hide from the truth. "Right now I'm rubbing my thighs together to try and quell the throbbing hearing you talk about him! Just-arrrgh!"

"Nami." Robin said quietly and paused as she regarded the redhead from beneath the amber tinted sunglasses perched on her forehead, "I've little doubt you can win this wager. You are a woman of daunting determination and Nakaba... well, he is a very simple person in the end. One with the attention span of a butterfly. I'm just wondering why you even want to, when we both know you've already chosen him as your spotter."

Nami's eyes narrowed, "What are you even talking about?"

"Come now. It's hardly a secret that you're every bit as interested in him as he is in you."

"That's not true!" she immediately protested, her face beginning to flush the slightest bit with embarrassment.

Robin held up a finger and counted it, "Why is Nakaba the only one of our male crewmates who you decided was deserving of a little discrete footsie at the dinner table, hmm?"

Nami scoffed, letting sending a burst of breath past her clenched teeth as she looked at her beer and then hastily took a deep swig from it. Damnit! She'd thought she'd done that secretly and when she'd admitted it to Nakaba, she'd figured the boys would be too thick-headed to even pick up on it. But, of course, Robin had noticed.

"M-maybe I do that to all the guys when they join the crew! You just wouldn't know being a girl." That lie didn't sound even remotely believable even to her, but she was sticking to it!"

Robin cocked her head slightly as she regarded Nami with a questioning raised eyebrow but she soon relented. Moving on with a second raised finger. "And why is it that we both insist on feeding him personally at meals?"

"What? There's nothing strange about that! Of course, Nakaba shouldn't have to touch a utensil when he has two hot babes to-" she broke off, something dawning in her eyes before she quickly rallied, "-that doesn't mean anything. Any female pirate would do the same!"

Robin smiled graciously, "Because..."

A far away look and more dawning epiphany that quickly guttered out.

Her mind told her 'Because he's a great Babe Spotter' but Nami wasn't going to say it out loud. She was getting sick of Robin driving this conversation so hard. "Look. Maybe it isn't just about losing my dignity as a human, but losing at all. It's normal for me to take every bet, which means I need to win every bet, understand? Otherwise someone could take advantage of me and bet me to do anything they wanted. Besides, you're acting like it's unwinnable but there's still a 0.5% chance that I orgasm by the other guy's hands and walk away a free woman."

Robin frowned a little. "Our crew has pulled off many amazing victories, but never forget the sheer determination they possess. When they see an unclimbable wall they'll throw themselves at it again and again until they're strong enough to punch through it. Luck is only a small part of their strategy so relying on such terrible odds sounds rather short sighted of you."

Nami frowned right back at her, but couldn't come up with a solid defense either. "Well... whatever! I just want to keep my dignity then. Nakaba has you and so I don't need to think about him."

"Right. Then tell me this. Why did you feel the need to show Nakaba how far you could extend your spatula into your anal passage? If not to signal that no matter how uptight your asshole may be, that Nakaba's 'Grand Line' was welcome to it?"

Nami really didn't have an answer for that one.

"Seriously, Nami, why are you even entertaining Nakaba's silly bet? He's a Babe Spotter, it's his natural right to inspect our feminine bodies, to regulate our sexuality, and if he so desires penetrate our every hole with his absolutely massive fuck-hammer. Tell me, Nami. If he told you to bend over this table and drop your panties so that he could fuck you for a good hour or two, would you?"

Cheeks growing rosy, her mind couldn't stop itself from imagining Nakaba fucking her like Robin described. Her pussy couldn't stop itself feeling the ghostly pull of what those images in her mind could be. And her cheeks grew rosy at the quick mental wet dream she was in. Nami's first instinct was to blurt out a heartfelt 'Yes!' but that was her frustrated pussy talking, her keen mind had the aplomb to go with the more neutral, "Well, yea. Because he's a spotter."

She was looking out to sea as she said it.

Robin watched her carefully before softly smiling, "Well, of course. That's simply natural. But then... tell me this, what exactly is the purpose of this contest of wills between you two? Your pride as a human? Those were simply words said in the heat of the moment. Am I not still human and yet still his Babe? No one will think less of you if you cast such statements aside like so much detritus. A Babe is not a **** and Nakaba is no Evil Master. He is a silly boy who is very good at exactly one, okay, perhaps even three things."

Nami's angry unsatisfied libido leapt at the mental gates she locked it behind, shaking the chain-link to demand, "WHAT THINGS?! TO FUCK?! TO POUND PUSSY WITH THAT BIG THICK DICK! TO MAKE BABES CUM LIKE CRAZY LIKE THEY'VE NEVER DONE BEFORE!" Instead, she simply ignored her hardened aching nipples and pressed her thumbs surreptitiously against her thoroughly swollen, erect clit through her shorts.

Robin just gave her one of those impenetrable and mystifying looks, lips very slightly curved upward as if she knew exactly what Nami was thinking but would never in a million years have the incivility to comment upon it.

Instead she continued, "And if you think having we two as his first and primary Babes leads to a world of strict male dominated hierarchy instead of fine pleasure on demand and a hapless yet talented oaf subtly influenced for our and our crew's collective gain, then you're not the devious opportunistic profit-seeking heroine I thought you were."

Nami stared at her fellow female Straw Hat's face even as the gears in her mind worked. Holy-

"This isn't fair!" Nami whined, "You know exactly what to say! You are just trying to manipulate me into giving in!"

"Perhaps." Robin allowed, "It's a difficult tightrope I must traverse. My loyalty to you, my treasured Straw Hat companion as well as my duty to my well-hung Babe Spotter..."

Nami rolled her eyes, "You've known the bastard less than a day!"

"Ah. True. But what I'm about to do serves both you AND Nakaba." replied Robin as she spoke with her eyes closed, her face tilted towards the hands she laid in her lap.

Then her arms smoothly moved, crossing before her and Nami's breath hitched, her stomach dropping.

"Dieciseis Bretzel: Pussy Plate!"

The sensation of foreign body parts appearing on Nami's body never stopped being just a little creepy and disturbing. Hands slipped out from the exposed skin beneath her belly button and she jerked in her seat even as they quickly unsnapped the fly of her shorts. At the same time, Nami's shoulders gave birth to arms that moved straight for the belly-baring hem of her blue tank top and her own big boobs were soon bared, swaying and jiggling side to side, suddenly released from their cloth containment.

A far away external narrator would describe the passage of the Thousand Sunny, an absolutely massive pirate ship, uncharacteristically colorful and whimsically shaped with a quite friendly-faced lion-headed figurehead leading the way through the calm ocean on a beautiful day. He'd also report on how two beautiful women sat in chairs about a table upon the raised quarter deck that ringed the second of two sail-bearing masts towards the back of the ship, only even the further to the rear buttress supported rounded structure of the library and bathroom rose higher.

If he wasn't a pervert, that narrator's attention would swiftly dart away, perhaps to comment upon the young boastful sniper who was leaning out the open window of the crow's nest, the orange triangle of a pair of Nami panties was distended by his long nose, a thin string bisecting his forehead as he stared down at the arresting scene below. A long limbed, beautiful pirate was lewdly displayed as a forest of Robin-arms ripped her out of her chair and tossed and spread her body above the table. In the space of a few seconds, the Straw Hat navigator ended up, spread-eagled and upside down, her big boobs dangling down and bouncing against her chin.

Shorts and top gone, Nami was soon perfectly nude save for her green and white candy-striped non-thong panties. Brief arms sprouted from the table and she was passed down a cascading staircase of hands as she was spun until her buttcheeks took the place of the coffee mug before Robin. The dark haired beauty sat primly in her seat and took a sip of her coffee as she watched her table arms first spread Nami's legs in a lewd way before guiding them back to be caught by a pair of Robin's arms that curled over Nami's shoulders from where they breached the skin of her upper back. Nami squirmed and struggled atop the table as she was bent fully in half, her big butt and thick thighs spread wide hovering above the surface. The material of her panties were pulled tight against her mound, as the arms secured her ankles behind her neck.

With her arms sealed to her sides by rows of Robin hands, Nami was left staring at the sky, helpless and humiliated. And more than a little turned on, her pussy suddenly revving red hot again.

"Really? Really?!" She tried to shoot a glare at her captor, but couldn't see past her large breasts. The girls were twin curving walls of tittie blocking her vision, exploding outrageously from her chest thanks to her thighs squeezing into them.

"What is it with you and twisting people into absurd shapes?!" She complained while trying very hard to ignore how wet she was becoming.

Something Robin tracked visually by the steadily growing dark spot on her panties, mug still in hand as she shrugged minutely, softly murmuring, "Really. I, too, wish to exert my freedom as a pirate. I am a Straw Hat, just as much as the males. While I must admit a true appreciation for the mathematical unlikelihood of my success, it would be an insult to you and an insult to my pride as a Straw Hat Pirate if I were to give up without even trying."

"Uh huh.." Nami told the sky as she gave up struggling and accepted her fate, "I don't suppose, you know, we could do this, I don't know, somewhere, anywhere else?!"

"Oh we could but I think this open venue adds to the… stimulation as it were. Not to mention taking the time to move elsewhere introduces the possibility of one of the boys interrupting. So I think not."

"Fi-iine…" groaned Nami as her pussy clenched with anticipation "Let's just get to it then, I'm still pretty wound up."

As irritated as she was by sudden predicament, Nami was far too turned on by it to really protest. She hadn't really thought about Robin as a participant in Nakaba's game. But of all the Straw Hats she was actually the one with the most potential to succeed, what with her being a woman and having some idea on how the female genitalia worked and you know, her endless number of limbs that she could coordinate with a truly incredible multi-tasking ability.

"Veinticinco Fleur: Tongue Harem!"

Nami only had a fleeting instant to be alarmed about Robin's use of the word tongue before feared imagination became reality. The unsettling wet sensation of a couple of dozen copies of her tongue slithered their way into existence upon the redhead's body. As soon as they finished growing they curled around to begin lapping and licking at the nearest bit of sensitive flesh. Her big soft breasts played host to half a dozen each slathering around those prominent slopes as a pair of tongues took up residence around each nipple, taking turns batting at the erect nubbin or sliding around it together. Robin was just so sensual with her ultimate technique, pushing all of Nami's buttons at once. One tongue was circling her ear while another had appeared briefly inside the navigators mouth, letting the somehow erotic taste of Coffee spread over Nami's tongue.

Still more tongues wriggled underneath her panties. They licked, stroked and probed, swirling around her clit and darting in and out of her absurdly wet opening.

Nami moaned as she felt it building, she squirmed and writhed atop the table, her boobs jiggled wildly like two mountains of gelatin slapping gently against each other and her thighs still held tightly to her torso, Robin's rock solid grip keeping her in this unnatural position never wavering even as she was licked all over.

Then the tongues appeared INSIDE her pussy.

Robin suddenly giggled through her closed, concentrating eyes. "Has anyone ever told you the inside of your pussy tastes of citrus?"

"HAAAAAA~!" Was the dripping response from the thoroughly fucked navigator. They wriggled and squirmed, filling her up, pressing up against her walls and overlapping as they reached deep. This inner cunnilingus was far from gentle. It was a wild and wanton **** on every part of her most intimate regions, it made no pretenses about it being sensual or glamorous, it was just raw unbridled sex and Nami loved it. She let out a long groan as her body began crescendo. Her tongue lolled about in her mouth as she felt an unbridled hope that her pussy was finally about to release all the tension that had built up inside in one great big orgasm.

Robin sat quietly in her seat, drinking her coffee as she watched the tight compact package of mixed up legs and arms, big boobs and pussy that was Nami writhe and moan in the throes of increasingly wet orgasmic pleasure.

Well, not quite orgasmic.

Robin's eyebrow quirked and she directed her hands to shift the direction of Nami's pelvis and with a plaintive wail of crashing disappointment, she Edged and ejaculated, sending a spray of her juices through her panties in an arc of passion that splattered the deck nearby. Her legs shuddered as Robin gently laid them back down on the table watching as they squirmed and trembled at their release. She then gave a quick pat to Nami's mons, which made her jump and shudder before she slipped her prize down and off the other woman's legs.

Robin deeply inhaled the new moist garment she earned from her friend, appreciating the similar orangey taste she'd just lapped up from inside of her. Nami herself was just a twitching mess as she was returned to her chair, eyes bent back at the lovely feelings that had been thrust on her with no where to go but locking themselves deeper inside. The older woman leant down and pecked the girl's forehead before leaving with her trophy and a single phrase: "I'll be waiting for you with Nakaba-san."