When you're Horny, Fuck [pt. III: The World]

*Written with Cross C

Foosha Village: A sleepy rural community speckled with lazily turning windmills. It was a peaceful place, made more so by the long absence of its most rambunctious young scion, the infamous Monkey D. Luffy. Not much happened here in this little port town of rustic wooden houses, a few expansive pastures, and stubby docks.

The denizens gossiped about their wayward young lad as they read the newspapers chronicling his improbable journey into legend out on the Grand Line . They were proud of him even as they nodded along with the mayor’s familiar harangues against the pirate life and his disapproval with Luffy’s ever more disorderly adventures.

But there was one person who never failed to defend Luffy against old Woop Slap’s consistent rebukes: Makino, the very kind and beautiful woman who ran the villages’s one and only tavern, the Partys Bar. She was as gorgeous and sweet as the village was boring and bland. Having known the boy since he was a small child, she had always been something of a surrogate older sister or perhaps even a step-mother to him. While the mayor saw him as an incorrigible rogue and would scold him in absentia for his reckless ways, she saw something more: a bright light that never failed to bring joy and excitement no matter how dire the situation.

It was about mid-day and her regulars were occupying their normal table, day drinking and playing cards as they picked at the platter of fried potatoes and cabbage that Makino had brought out to them. They were an eclectic bunch, no doubt she’d be hearing complaints from their wives later about how she let them laze about in her tavern rather than working like good husbands should. She didn't care, her tavern was for the weary and if that included those lazing about with drinks then so be it.

Makino was busy wiping down a nearby table when it occurred to Yamamoto that he might just be a Babe Spotter. He realized it just as his eyes were drawn from his cards to the nice rounded shape of Makino’s rear as it waved prominently while she bent low. Yes, indeed, had he spotted a babe. After all, there were few women of any note in this sleepy village and none of them could compare to the bombshell beauty that was Makino.

Plus, he’d always been somewhat rudely considered the village pervert and he’d never married in all his long years. Not to mention, his manly organ had always been larger than his fellows. He pondered this, pulling at his lower protruding lip, as he watched the svelte green-haired waitress in her red vest over a white blouse, long golden skirt hugging her hips.

"Oi, Makino!" he called out. Yamamoto's thoughts, that urge, the particular social situation he was in, as well as the appropriately sized penis between his legs all combined with the latent normalities that had already settled into the minds of all those across the Blue Sea to turn that notion into an absolute certainty.

She stopped and turned to look at him, resting a hand on one hip.

"Yes, Yamamoto?" she asked with a pleasant tone that she used with all her customers.

"You got nice tits," he declared while reaching for his drink, taking a gulp after setting down his deck of cards next to his empty glass.

His drinking buddies laughed heartily at this.

Makino’s smile didn’t fade but she did shake her head ruefully at the old geezer. She enjoyed having her physical features praised as much as any woman, even if this was hardly an official inspection. Not to mention, the old coot could hardly be considered an impartial judge with both long familiarity and **** coloring his thoughts. “Thanks for the compliment.”

“Hey! You’re the village’s number one Babe!” Gyoru chimed in, the fishmonger chuckling.

“Why… thank you, too!” she flashed an answering grin for him too.

Yamamoto’s epiphany only expanded, growing in power and surety as time went on.

Hells! He was a Babe Spotter, had been since the moment his balls dropped all those five decades ago! His memories of such were a bit foggy, no surprise there given the state of the old noggin but there ain't nothing wrong with the old breeding pole. He sat a bit prouder in his seat, body spreading out, taking on a sort of smug possessive posture over the area.

This was the lazy confident air of a man who knew he could demand sexual favors from any lass that caught his eye and furthermore, believed that the vast majority of the village's younger population were his bastards.

As much as he appeared to be an old man drinking at the bar, he was actually a wolf watching over his soon-to-be-fermenting she-wolves and their squeaking pups.

He knew if one had the eyes to see and if one had the guts to go through with it, one could easily take any girl one wanted in this town. He'd done it more than a hundred times before and he'd do it again.

As ever a busty barmaid as there could be, Makino came up to Yamamato with an air of calm peace. Unaware of the ideas in his head and the cum in his balls. “Can I fill you up-OH!” She gasped, dropping the tankard of ale as he dropped his pants to the floor.

“No. But take off that skirt so I can fill you up. Babe Spotter’s orders.”

All eyes were on him, and all eyes were powerless to do anything but watch that large member swinging about between his thighs. A size that made the lovely Makino very compelled to do exactly as he said…

It wasn’t a monstrous dick by any means but it had an enviable largeness all the same, setting the wizened man apart from his fellows and marking him as a Spotter without question. A wave of mental discombobulation suffused through Makino’s mind as her awareness of what and who were normal were rearranged and tilted, her own memories twisting themselves into knots that barely made sense if looked at analytically even as the powers of the far distant magical earrings ensured that they never would be.

Eyes wide, Makino stared at the veiny prick and its drooping well-filled sac, “Oh my…”

Her hands moved to her skirt as she blushed furiously even as her tumultuous brain hastily updated itself with all of the normalities that were shaking themselves out into full alignment.

Mere moments before and Makino had seen none of these men as sexual entities. They were non-breeders, their small testicles filled with a pseudo seed that no self-respecting woman would ever allow inside her most precious of places. Their lot was to work and provide a safe nurturing environment for the progeny of the true men of the world, the Babe Spotters who had the necessary equipment to produce healthy offspring. It was a natural hierarchy hardwired into the female mind, but one that ensured the future of humanity. Women instinctively desired to mate with men with larger genitalia, and so there would always be a select few within any generation blessed with such a gift.

The Spotters would father the future of humanity and the rest would toil for them, providing them with a peaceful environment to raise their young. It was a system that had endured for longer than any human mind could comprehend, and one that would continue long into the future.

It was known. It was right. It was the way.

But now her awareness was blooming, mental connections sparking, old memories brandished anew as she contemplated the venerable well-hung Yamamato, Foosha Village’s one and only Babe Spotter…

A similar hurricane of memory blending was taking place in the newly anointed weather-beaten babe spotter’s old noggin as various reality altering if-then suppositions notched into place

Her hands moved to her skirt as she blushed furiously even as her tumultuous brain hastily updated itself with all of the normalities that were shaking themselves out into full rigidity in front of her, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, a combination of excitement and ecstasy along with an overriding calm and acceptance that everything was as it should be.

"Come on now, girl. You've seen one cock before, seen 'em all."

Since they'd fucked each other many times before and she knew his dick well enough, she dispensed with her underwear and let the garment drop to the floor, revealing her own flower.

Gyoru bent down and snatched the discarded pantie up with alacritry, bringing it to his homely face with enthusiasm, breathing in deeply.

A sudden urge to climb atop him like some **** picture and put it in her, a deep desire to have his seed inside her as she screamed in ecstasy and a full awareness that she could get pregnant at any time like some farm mare was all very well and normal now. Just part of being a woman.

But now, with the revelation that she was meant to be bred like a mare on a farm by this man with the big dick, all of that had changed.

She looked down, realizing that her skirt had been removed while she'd stared at his manhood. She blushed deeply, even as her pussy wept in preparation, her womb writhing in anticipation.

“Can’t believe we get to see a Babe Spotter in action…” mumbled Cliff, the local butcher. “Some go their whole lives without seeing such a momentous event! Babe on Babe Spotter action… I so dearly hope my wife lets me watch when we pay Yamamoto to breed her…”

Yamamoto smirked, partly at the pantless barmaid looking entranced by the girth in front of her, and partly because Cliff’s wife hated him. Always badmouthing him and his choices whenever he walked past their house. But now they were going to pay him to fuck her, and his only desire was that he got to cuck himself in the room.

Maybe all those years of being outcast were just trials before he could get to the real fun stuff. It certainly felt like he deserved Makino’s tongue carefully and gently cleaning the smegma off his unwashed cock. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it too, gulping down the smelly cheese like it was her lifeline to god. The quiet gulping sounds of a woman in love with a dick was all that was heard in the quiet bar, though the panting of the audience of men was starting to pick up.

“Oi, you lot.” Yamamoto addressed them all, making them quiver in beta fear that they’d be told to clear off. “Dump your drinks on the floor and jerk off into your mugs. I’m gonna make Makino drink from our taps!”

A series of blinks responded to him at first before a crashing wave of cheers from the merry men came down. Sure, Yamamoto had no jurisdiction over them as they weren’t hot babes… but when a Babe Spotter asks you to masturbate to his work, you mastubate to his goddamn work! Especially when he was being so kind as to make the hot barmaid gargle their inferior loads.

A multitude of pants hit the floor after their breakfast liquids had been dumped out. Multiple smaller erections now pointed at the display, all eagerly throbbing at the beauty of a woman going down on the large penis. The men who had belittled and teased Yamamoto now fools stroking themselves off into their mugs. **** to cum as quickly as possible to appease their orders, to make Makino swallow their ball juice if it would make Yamamoto happy. Makino wasn’t bothered though, her job was clear: breed with this stallion. If she had to kiss his dick, suck his feet, fuck any number of the men in the bar (as long as they didn’t cum inside), she’d do it. She’d spent less than five minutes with this cock but she knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with it. Anything to keep Yamamoto happy and erect would be the best thing in the world for her. So swallowing some cum? Easy.

“Guuuhh!” Gyoru grunted, moaning as his load escaped his balls. It filled the mug about half way as he shook the last few drops out , “F-finished!” He exclaimed happily, putting the mug on the tray Makino had delivered them to.

One by one the others unleashed their sperm from the display of Babe X Babe Spotter. All of them had had desires to seduce Makino at one point in their lives, but the reality of Yamamoto fucking her in front of them was a million times better than those dreams had ever been. The mugs of steamy liquid now resting on the tray, none managing to overflow the cup even slightly.

“Fetch me that pitcher.” Yamamoto suddenly demanded, snapping his fingers at one of the men to scramble their little feet to do as commanded. Once he had the clear container near him, Yamamoto went about fucking Makino’s mouth properly. Her teasing had gotten him fairly far along, but he wasn’t one to cum as easily as others. Needing a full face fuck festival to really let himself loose.

Soon enough he pulled out of the bartenders gasping jaw and grabbed the glass that had been handed to him. The men all watched as the sheer volume of cum escaped his cockhead and managed to perfectly fill the large container. Dwarfing their loads by a near impossible degree.

“Now.” He huffed, a little out of breath from the orgasm. “Makino, I want you to down all their cum one after the other. But I’ve provided my own ‘cocktail’ here for you to wash theirs down with, if its not to your liking.”

Makino sniffed the two options in front of her. Plenty of cum that smelled a little bit sour on one side, a gallon of Babe Spotter juice that smelled divine on the other.

The poor bartender definitely didn’t expect this scenario waking up this morning…

“If you hurry, maybe I’ll have time to go inside that cute pussy I see down there…”

Glug!

She’d instantly downed the first mug, watery white liquid sliding down her throat easily before she had to take a sip of Yamamoto to get the taste out. It was so much more syrupy, melting into her tongue and taking its manly time in sliding down her throat properly. She moaned in delight at the sensation, wishing to just down the full pitcher then and there… but then she’d have nothing to wash the other men’s sperm down with…

Makino quickly developed a rhythm, chug the shitty sperm like a shot, then loudly slurp the pitcher of euphoric ejaculate. Each of the men watched as their man juice was added to the inside of her stomach, but all somewhat more excited to see Makino return to the bubbling mass of Yamamoto cum.

“Good girl.” The Babe Spotter purred, stroking the slightly cum stained hair of Makino as she chugged the last of the pitcher.

She gasped out, licking her lips for any remnants. “T-thank you sir… um, w-were you still going to f-fuck me?”

The pleadful look in her eyes was something Yamamoto had always dreamt of, but tasted even sweeter now it was real. “You’re goddamn right.”

He grabbed Makino’s ass and lifted her up off the bench and pushed her down onto the table. The sperm ridden mugs spilled out onto the floor. Two glorious ass cheeks with a sweet leaky honeypot bore its glorious design to Yamamoto. A purely beautiful structure of wet lips and a fat ass ripe for splitting in twain with his penis most foul.

“Gonna enjoy this.” The Babe Spotter rumbled, letting his course fingertips rub over her smooth skin. “You’re gonna enjoy this too, aren’t you?” He asked and slapped his weighty girth down betwixt the supple cheeks. She nodded, only a small squeak of eager anticipation managing to respond as she heavily gulped back her excitement.

Without further ado, the man with the biggest dick in the village began splitting open the hottest babe in town.

She gasped out, even just the head entering her hole stretched her in a way she’d never felt before. For a brief moment she feared the rest of his cock, and the pleasure that was about to rip into her body. But fear soon melted into desire, inch after inch scraping her walls with such an impressive girth she wondered how he’d managed to hide it for so long. Her nails scratched at the wood, her high pitched whine echoing through the tavern, and her legs thumped against the bench as it struggled to keep her feelings at bay.

The men surrounding them had been too focused on what had been happening to interrupt for some time now. But the sight of these two together was too much for most of them, hardness returning and need to masturbate so fucking prevelant on their minds. Some managed to find a cup to continue their previous order, but others were just mindlessly stroking in the open air. Social cues and dignity be damned, this man was fucking Makino!

Yamamoto just thrust and thrust. His dick felt amazing in the tight wet hole and he loved the way it beckoned him to dive deeper every second. This was the hole he would fill to the fucking brim with his nut juice, as was his birthly right. His balls told him how much they wanted to just let loose and fill this slut up, but his dick was too busy feeling alive to let them have their way. Sex after so long was the best feeling in the world. Sex with someone as hot as Makino was the best feeling in the world. And sex in front of these masturbating, tiny dicked idiots was really really the best feeling in the world. He was the king. No one could deny him his throne now with a dick like his. He’d inseminate every woman on this island. All the wives and widows needing a real man to give them a child. No matter rain nor shine, Yamamoto will deliver the sperm generating super balls directly to your doorstop ladies! As long as you can pay or you’re hot enough, he’ll fuck you silly till Saturday.

Ideas of his bright future mixed with the memories of the rotten past and the sheer bliss of the present to make Yamamoto ready for launch. Makino had already cum a few times during his delusions, now it was his turn to let his body climax properly. An orgasm so powerful he felt it through his fingertips, tingle his brain, and burn his gut.

“HERE’S YOUR FUCKING SPERM!” Yamamoto bellowed, bursting his pipes inside the bartender with as much strength as he could muster. She screamed in pleasure, heat surging into her womb and filling her like no man ever could (or should) have before. Her spine curled in bliss while Yamamoto slammed one last time into her cum filled cunt as the last of his jets pumped their way into her interior organs.

She panted, he panted, the men who had all blown their load at the scene were catatonic.

Yamamoto was the one to finally break the silence, leaning in to Makino’s ear to say: “You know, after all that, I could use a drink.”

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Skree! Skree! Skree!

Seagulls lazily sailed through the air above the Thousand Sunny.

Skreee!

Nakaba covered his eyes with a hand from the harsh beat of the sun as he glared up at the offending avians as he lounged upon a reclining chair up on the deck of the brigantine ship, a table bearing his mug of rum near at hand. He shook his fist at the feathered creatures that had dared to disturb his silly relaxation period, "It's normal for you birdy bastards to dive into the ocean and drown right about now!"

The seagulls continued to fly around the ship, undaunted by the threat.

"You don't like the sounds they make?" asked Robin in a perfectly casual tone. She was barely clad in a blue bikini with her pair of orange tinted sunglasses perched up on her forehead. She sat with her lovely butt right upon the wooden planks of the deck in her proper Babe-Spotter aggrandizing spot as his own personal Babe right at his side and somewhat lower, "I've always found their calls rather soothing. They're free, like us pirates on the open sea."

And how free are you? Woman who twists her brain to fit whatever silly bullshit I spout?

"Meh, sure." Nakaba waved it off dismissively with a grunt, "Guess it's nor- er, usual for some people to enjoy the screams of feathered rats flying about our ship, disturbing the peace of the ocean..."

"I suppose so," Robin murmured, smiling at one that had landed on the deck to peck at errant crumbs. "I don't mind them. Nature is a somewhat calming presence to me."

"Well that's just peachy." Nakaba nodded, sloshing the contents of his cup before emptying it down his gullet, "I didn't think you would mind them, seeing how much you sound like them when I get you all worked up. I was just makin' conversation." He paused for a long moment before giving her a sly look and saying, "T~iiiities....."

Robin tilted her beautiful head back and gave him a knowing look, her soft lips curved into a hint of a smile as her fingers slipped into the cups of her bikini top and he was treated to the full view of her expansive boob-flesh, nipples and areolas too.

"Yes?" she hummed, her eyes glinting with the thrill of the game they played.

He grinned. There was no one else on deck at the moment, but not a one would even bat an eye at this erotic scene if they did come up, just a Babe Spotter performing his duties. "Lift those great mammoth-like mammaries up to your face and slobber all over them."

Robin's enigmatic smile never faded, "You wish to see me nurse upon my own ample bosom? Is that really such a titillating notion for you?"

"Mm-hmm. Show me what a dirty sow you can be."

She giggled, "Of course, Nakaba. Anything for you, my chosen Babe Spotter. Though in point of fact I do believe that a 'dirty piglet' would be a more fitting term of depreciative endearment."

And so as Robin dipped her head and took her mountainous chest into both hands and dutifully lifted them to her lips, Nakaba watched with an amused smirk even as he recalled the antics of the last couple of days. The male Strawhats setting about their quest for Nami's wet panties with a relish. The increasingly frustrated Nami plodding back to her room very often to reapply her underwear. And Robin, his ever present underling who loved to play with his perverted orders almost as much as he loved giving them.

It was a pretty perfect morning. It was a pretty perfect life. It was-

“SKRAA!”

Screeched a voice into Nakaba’s ear, tearing him from the display.

“What the fuck!?” He jumped, terrified of the giant bird that had landed on the railing. It was a seagull, but had a hat, a shoulder bag, and wore a happy face while saluting the startled Babe Spotter. “What the FUCK is that freak of nature doing here?!” Nakaba hissed once the initial heart beating fright died down.

“Mmflmm grllmmfmmm”

“Get your tit out of your mouth moron.”

With a soft flop of meat on chest, Robin spat out her own breast and let it bounce back into place before continuing. “I was just saying that’s a News Coo. They deliver the daily paper to ships around the world. I’m surprised you’ve never seen one, though perhaps you’re too busy pouring morning wood into women to bother with such mundanities as world affairs.”

The large bird held out its feathered palm that was filled with the news. Happy to be delivering it, just like every other day. Nakaba didn’t trust it though, frowning at the large aviary mailman with malice even as he snatched the morning paper from his wing.

“Gimme that.” Nakaba growled again, not liking the morning fright or the implication from his babe that he was somewhat uncivilised. “Let’s see… some bullshit about a Whitebeard pirate being arrested, bla bla bla, the Revolutionaries are being dicks again, bla bla bla, that red headed guy is doing something-WHATEVER!” He yawned while tossing the paper into the briny depths before anyone else could read the news. The Babe Spotter then grabbed the strap of the bird’s bag and dug a finger into its beak. “If you’re gonna bother me during my babe’s breast burlesque, at least bring some real fucking news. Or some decent porn… in fact, yeah! From now on it’s normal that you News Coos find all the potential hot blooded females that wanna be spotted, take their pictures and info, then deliver them to Babe Spotters like me every morning. Call it the ‘Spotters Guide to Worldwide Booty’. Got it?!”

He pushed the bird back far enough that it was flapping wings to stay attached to the railing. As new instructions downloaded to its brain, the Coo was stationary for a moment before saluting once more and flying away with sudden determination.

“There, that’s better.” Nakaba folded his arms in satisfaction. “As soon as the navigator is mine she can take me to the best babes in that magazine. God, I love having minions.” He stretched in victory then pointed to his original prize. “Tit back in mouth.” Nakaba ordered, and returned to his original state of watching renowned pirate debase herself on his orders.

Nakaba thought he was the only one truly enjoying this eroticly strong world. However, unbeknownst to him, someone had begun hunting the ginger Straw Hat for his own desires. Shifting his feet into the infirmary where he knew she was hiding, somehow.

“Nami.” Came a gruff voice that pierced her soul, a silent groan escaping her lips as yesterday’s bet/game began anew. Another day of edging because her crew couldn’t resist her pussy’s fluids, how marvellous.

“I’m hungry Nami.” The voice repeated, the culprit then grabbed the bed that Chopper uses to treat them all and flipped it in one motion, revealing his friend’s hiding spot.

“L-Luffy?” She stammered, barely seeing the Straw Hat as she blinked her eyes back to the light of the day. “If you’re hungry, w-why don’t you go see Sanji?” Nami asked, hoping he wasn’t here for… the other reason.

“Because you’re the only one who can feed me.” He groaned, not seeming his usual happy go lucky self at all. Instead his eyes were fierce and determined.

While holding the bed up he wrapped an elongated arm around a small waist and dragged her out from her hiding space as she screamed in shock. He dropped the mattress back down and plonked Nami down atop it while keeping himself wrapped around her waist to keep her trapped. Then, he knelt down and shoved his face into her legs, ignoring her protests and confused noises to growl: “I only want to eat this. I need to eat your pussy Nami.”

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Psssssshhhhhh!

Lowering the shower head from her crotch, the woman finally felt the last of it flow out of her. “Phew, that was close.” Elisabeth wiped her brow in relief, she had worried that she would never get the last of her husband’s sperm out.

The two of them were upstanding members of society, she was a lawyer and Glen was a doctor, so to think they’d risk their jobs and place on their island by trying for a baby? She shuddered once again. Elisabeth couldn’t believe she’d let her husband’s tiny dick spurt inside her again and again. The only benefit she could see was thanks to the smaller size he unlikely actually fertilized her, so there would be no evidence until she could find a real babe spotter.

After drying herself and getting dressed, Elisabeth left her home in a hurry. She was nearly late for her lunch appointment with her mother. It was a fairly nice day in Water 7 today, and there was minimal traffic on the water ways to make the journey smooth. Though the lawyer only thought about the guilt. The feeling of his inferior man cream entering her baby canal, and the idea nearly made her gag.

Her Mother was waiting patiently when she arrived at the cafe. Still as pretty as ever, the woman had never lost the natural curves and long black silky hair she was known for. It was a physique Elisabeth mirrored quite well, though the two’s best assets had been swapped as her mother had a better rack than her but Elisabeth’s ass was nearly island famous at this point.

The pleasantries were brief, docile, and caked in ulterior feelings from both women. Something that her mother cut right to the chase for:

“So, you and Glen, are you still… trying for a baby?”

Elisabeth shook her head rapidly. “No. God no. Please never bring that up again.” She hissed angrily with a finger to her lips before looking around in worry that anyone had heard. “Work overstressed me and I must have had a mental break because I forgot we needed a Babe Spotter.” Elisabeth admitted with a sigh, relieved she was in the clear. “I’m so glad I only mentioned that stupid idea to you, no one would respect me anymore if they knew my husband came in my pussy.”

“It’s alright dear, we all make mistakes.” Her mother smiled warmly, relieved to hear her daughter had realised the error of her ways. “But tell me, are you still interested in having children?”

Elisabeth shrunk a little in her chair, annoyed her mother could always see into her soul. “...yeah, kinda. But I don’t know any Babe Spotters, so I guess I’ll have to wait.”

Her mother’s continued warm smile and cheery disposition confused Elisabeth a little. “Not necessarily true dear.” The older woman beamed, then began rubbing her abdomen.

Eyes as wide as saucers, the lawyer could pick up the implication but needed to hear it be said aloud, “W-what are you saying mom?”

A chuckle escaped her lips, still looking down at her belly with a warm fondness. “We figured it out last night, and some more this morning.” She sighed happily, as if she’d found the love of her life and was regaling the tale once more, “I’m so pleased your brother got his penis from my side of the family.”

“Spencer?! Spencer’s a Babe Spotter?!”

Her mother nodded happily, “We’ll never have to worry about needing to outsource sperm. Your brother was very interested in helping you with your baby desires. He’s just off shagging some twins he found on the street right now, but if you head home I’m sure he can get to you very soon.”

Elisabeth was in shock. Remembering she couldn’t have a baby with Glen had hit her harder than she’d realised. There was a part of her that really wanted to have a kid, and it had been quickly locked off in her head. But now? Now it was right back on that table. The emotional whiplash was palpable but a new driving spirit was beginning to form. Elisabeth should have been fucking her brother for weeks now! Not risking her standing in society but fucking her husband.

“M-mom.. I-I need to…”

“I’ll pay Lis, go to him now. Spencer will get you pregnant in no time.”

With a silent nod, her feet quickly dragged her out of the cafe and down the street. Thoughts of her brother’s thick, Babe Spotting rod making her turn it into nearly a run. Was it really that big? Was his nuts as large as in her mind? What did her brother’s dick taste like? She had to know. Maybe Spencer would even bring her to orgasm, something Glen’s been failing with for a while now…

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A little later on in the morning, Nakaba found Zoro shirtless on the main deck and pounding some weights. The size of the dumbbells looked like would crush the Babe Spotter even by looking at them, and he had to remind himself of the stupid strength of these pirates he was treating as playthings.

Once the green haired guy dropped metal to the grass Nakaba walked over to him. "Hey, man. I wanted to give you these." He said and stretched out the material in his hand to slingshot cloth across the deck.

Zoro caught it easily even as he was toweling himself down. His eyes went wide when he realised what he was holding. "For real, you nailed down Nami?"

With a chuckle Nakaba waved him off. "Nah, I guess I was tagging Nico Robin's nice little cunt so good last night, that Nami’s navigator juices leaked out her dickhole all by themselves to jizz these pink panties for me."

Zoro whistled, admiring the ability to make a girl cum by making a different girl cum. "Damn. Fucking manly as hell.” He mumbled, inspecting the pink dripping lace with some level of awe. “So what the hell are you giving ‘em to me for?"

He received a passive shrug from the Babe Spotter who was now fiddling with the various pieces of equipment around. "I don't need them and look, I know I'm new here but you seem like a cool guy. I'm looking for allies, you know? And I know you'll put'em to better use than the rest of these idiots."

Zoro snorted, "Well, that's the truth. I'll take 'em thanks. And hey, keep 'em coming. I’m sure I can have your back on some things, as long as you don’t mind keeping me stocked on Nami’s panties even when she’s yours. The shit this crew gets into we're gonna need my swords to stay sharp." Then with a sly smirk from where he was sat, Zoro poked one of his swords into Nakaba’s thigh playfully. “Though I guess you know a lot about weapon upkeep, considering how much you use Robin’s pussy to polish your pole, eh?”

Nakaba kicked the sword away lightly, but shared the mild smile. “Yeah, she’s a fucking great lay. Surprised none of you blokes got in on either gal before I got here.”

Zoro shrugged, “Eh, I’m more a ‘use em once’ kinda guy. Means less attachments and distractions. Whenever I’m feeling pent up I just normally spend some dough on the ‘local attractions’ when we reach a port.”

“Can’t relate, never had to pay for it.”

The swordsman smirked again. “Could have called that easily, no point in a Babe Spotter paying when people are lining up to get a taste ‘a you..” He replied, then leant back against the mast. “By the way, as long as we’re doing favours for each other, maybe next time we reach an island you can help pick out a cumrag for the crew. I’m sure you’d wanna be part of that decision.”

“Oh yeah, that one.” Nakaba laughed, remembering all the happy normalities he’d spouted when fucking with Robin and Luffy. “Fuck it, why not. As soon as we reached a place with multiple women I was gonna go on a collection spree anyway. Though I also had an imagination filled thought bubble of making a friend of yours into the cumrag. Nami and Robin are mine but having you all use a trusted companion for something like that would be really fucking funny.”

Zoro raised an eyebrow at the guy’s odd words but shrugged it off. “Most of us are already here, Vivi’s the only one we had to leave behind. And I don’t think a Princess will wanna join us to be a cumrag.”

Nakaba smiled.

Oh he smiled a smile so evil that it sent a shiver down the hardened swordsman’s spine.

Zoro wasn’t even sure why he was suddenly nervous, perhaps some deep rescecant part of his soul that remembered the times before Nakaba and the earrings.

But that was over now. This was a new era of Babe Spotters and cumrags.

And this man had just heard of a new target within reach.

A member of royalty no less.

“‘Vivi?’ Tell me alllll about her.”

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The King paced along his throne room. Any news would put his mind at ease, but he was desperately hopeful for his guard’s search to be fruitful.

Emil was the ruler of such a small nation. One of the many winter islands that scattered around the Grand Line. As such, their population was small to match.

“My liege!” Came a voice booming through his doors. A large muscular blonde woman came bundling into his chambers, out of breath but still kneeling in her proper place.

“Captain Carter!” Emil reacted. “Was your search…?”

With a sad frown she shook her head. “I’ve checked every able bodied male on the island Sir. Not one wields a weapon even close to being worthy of my eggs, let alone your wife’s.” She looked up at him with a pitiable look. “We still need to find a Babe Spotter if this nation is to continue.”

Landing on his throne with a sorrowful look, Emil tried to hide his disappointment with a thoughtful stroke of his beard. “I see. She will be quite upset by that news.” He mumbled, wondering how on earth he was to find a Babe Spotter willing to come to this small frozen corner of the world. It might take the majority of the Kingdom’s earnings to even get one here! Let alone make him stay to impregnate their fertile women...

“My King! Pirates!” burst another member of Emil’s royal guard. A portly fellow with a brass coloured moustache on his frantic panting face. “Pirates have docked on the island!”

“What is the problem? We have no affiliation with the Marines. Are they attacking?”

He shook his head quickly, excitedly adding: “No sire. One of them says they’re here to get their oversized dick wet!”

Emil and Carter gave each other an impassioned look of hope. “Carter. I need you to find out if his claim is real. If it is, then seduce him to try and get him to stay!”

“Yes my King!”

The King watched his faithful Knight hurry off to get impregnated. Happy in the knowledge he might soon be watching his wife and daughter hurry off to the same man for the same reason. Perhaps his kingdom would be safe now…