One Piece: Halfway Broken

Chapters 102 & 103

Novus Peregrine

Disclaimer: I am, very tragically, not in charge of One Piece. All rights to One Piece belong to Oda Eiichiro and his publishers (so far as I'm aware).

Chapter 102: Getting Creative

Despite Luffy’s initial fears that they’d have to move on quickly from Weatheria, one turn of events and a single comment from Yamato had changed their stay here into one intended to last a full month. The event had been his conversation with Rayleigh via Den Den Mushi. Much to his surprise, the old man had invited him to a meeting, almost more a summit of sorts, instead of just training. One that was due to take place in a little over a month, and who’s attendees included Boa Hancock, Jinbei, Jozu of the Whitebeard Pirates, and Sabo of the Revolutionaries. The meeting was taking place primarily because the first two were now former Warlords, and looking for new options. His grandfather had apparently used the near-total annihilation of the existing Warlords to push for the program to be completely abandoned. He’d gotten his way, which left the two former Warlords in a problematic position.

Specifically, from what Luffy could gather, it had left both Amazon Lily and Fishman Island without the protection they’d been afforded before. Something actively made worse in the case of Fishman Island by the Whitebeard Pirates having been weakened. They were, much to Luffy’s slight surprise and genuine pleasure, apparently holding together under Ace. Yet, the renamed ‘Whitebeard’s Sons’ were under heavy assault from Charlotte Linlin and other, lesser names. To the point they’d given up control of Fishman Island, which Jinbei in particular was displeased about. Shanks was apparently keeping Kaidou busy so that he didn’t get involved, but that was the extent of the help he could or would offer them. Whitebeard’s Sons would sink or swim on their own against Linlin’s forces.

Meanwhile, somehow, Luffy’s name as a possible part of an alliance had been brought up by Hancock, rather than Ace. The meeting was to explore the possibility of at a mutual defense agreement or, failing that, at least the establishment of a no-conflict stance. Luffy was interested, and for more than one reason. Entirely aside from any other advantages of such an alliance, such as Hancock not coming into conflict with them, he was also vaguely aware that Big Mom was supposed to be in possession of multiple Poneglyphs. Which at the very least Robin would likely need, and which they might need in general to reach Laugh Tale.

He was frustratingly flying half-blind on that matter, the most critical details having been revealed well after his past life self had stopped watching the series. What little he knew was pieced together from what he’d picked up from friends who were still fans info dumping about it, and Lili Nefarari’s journal. Something about ‘Road’ poneglyphs being required to access Laugh Tale, though he didn’t understand the details of that. Not to mention that they knew from Lili’s journal that the ‘Rio’ poneglyph consisted of nine poneglyphs, not one, and it was entirely possible one or more of those nine were in Linlin’s collection.

Needless to say, Luffy wanted to attend that meeting. Which was, conveniently enough, being hosted on Rusukaina by Rayleigh and Shaaky. Even so, if not for one other detail, he might have had the crew push on for a visit to the Torino Kingdom before the meeting. That other detail had been an idle observation by Yamato which had resulted in Luffy feeling very sheepish and reevaluating Weatheria as a place to train. He’d wanted to kick himself for not realizing the potential, and was thankful enough to his Oni girlfriend that he spoiled her with a full body massage. Something she’d tried to protest, since she was supposed to be the servant between them, until he’d leaned into it being a ‘reward for good service.’

That had been enough for her to accept, and she certainly hadn’t seemed to be against the fun that had been had in the process, even if he was also quite certain she was getting impatient with the ‘slow’ pace of things. Something he’d have to address soon, as he thankfully had managed to get in enough dating and getting to know her to feel like he’d done his due diligence. Including a pair of additional ‘Art’ dates, one with just the two of them and one as a group that had included even Vivi, since arriving on Weatheria.

As for the comment that Yamato had made?

She’d simply observed how much more of a drain on stamina it was sparring at the high altitude of a Sky Island.

It was something Luffy felt he should have made the connection about, given that in his original life he’d been familiar with the idea of Olympic Athletes deliberately training at high altitude in order to perform better at ground level. While most of his crew had adjusted far more quickly than was sane when they’d first arrived on the White Sea, he’d also more recently seen the effects of the abrupt change from sea level to White White Sea on Perona. She, too, had adjusted quickly enough that he’d mostly just gotten a small laugh out of it, rather than really processing what it fully meant.

Likewise, his only serious fight at such altitudes had been with Enel, and both of them had been leaning so hard on their Devil Fruits that the entire confrontation had been a blur…one that had left him exhausted. Only after Yamato’s comment had he started to wonder how much of that exhaustion had legitimately been a product of the heavy and sustained use of his Devil Fruit, as he’d believed at the time, and how much had been the altitude. A single day of endurance training had been all that was required to discover the truth. Of the entire crew, the only one who didn’t suffer some loss of stamina due to the extreme altitude was Nami, whose Devil Fruit came with passive anatomy changes intended for high-altitude flight. The revelation of something he’d so easily overlooked had gotten Luffy looking more carefully at the island for opportunities, and he’d certainly found them…

As evidenced by the fact that he was, along with Zoro, Kuina, and Brook, currently fighting a hurricane.

Grimacing as he once again focused down on altering the effect of his air pressure attacks, tweaking it in subtle ways before smoothly sending a half dozen of them lashing out. They fed into the rotation they’d developed, trying to stabilize the zone of their own wind that was creating an artificial ‘eye’ inside the small hurricane. Zoro was opposite him, and clearly struggling with the finesse required, though he’d come a long way already since they first tried this insane exercise. The four of them were, effectively, at the center of a miniature New World level storm, trying to use their air pressure attacks to cut the wind in such a way that they left a cyclone of rotating air within the storm for the four of them to stand in.

So far, they were at minute five, which was a good chunk of the way to their current record of seven minutes and twenty-seven seconds.

The exercise, along with several others designed for different members of his crew, was taking place at what Luffy had initially thought was a ‘Prison,’ having remembered the original Nami having been confined there. He was more than a little irritated that he hadn’t thought to consider how stupid that idea was. There were less than a dozen inhabitants of Weatheria, why would they need a prison? No, when he’d determined he should take a longer, closer look at the island for opportunities, he’d stumbled on the truth.

The ‘Prison’ was actually an ‘Extreme Weather Containment Center.’

He’d discover that little detail when he’d thought to ask the ‘Weather Wizards’ here about the various weather zones of the island, and if it was possible to reproduce something more…vigorous. Like the Super Nerds they were, they’d been quite excited to explain that the ‘EWCC’ had been specifically made to let them attempt reproduction of New World level weather phenomenon for study. Such weather was too extreme to reproduce without containment, and so the EWCC had been built. A few carefully guided suggestions had gotten them positively eager to help set up ‘Extreme Weather Conditions’ for them to train in.

After all, Luffy had questioned, just what effects did the various powerful people trying to counter weather in the New World have on the natural phenomenon?

The idea had captured the interest of the entire population of the island immediately, with them positively eager to have the chance to test such a thing. Luffy had started simply to get them truly invested, using a horrible storm generated inside the EWCC to experiment with the effects of his Lightning on controlling, or at least affecting, storms. According to the scientists, it had produced utterly fascinating data for them. For Luffy? It had pushed him to use his Devil Fruit in ways that he’d barely conceived of before, stretching his powers and seeing his skills with it in his System shoot forward faster than they had in years. Something which he could tell was making his Awakened form easier and easier to use with every gained skill point.

“Kuina, Zoro! The rotation speed is falling too much!”

Luffy had the best weather sense of anyone on the crew other than Nami, and the pair knew it. They instantly jumped into action by sending more powerful air slashes curving into the storm at an angle to keep their safe eye in the storm going. A moment later, he and Brook had to strike out with more fine control, in order to stabilize the power they’d added. The pair of them having taken that role due to preferring finesse over raw power. Though Kuina was close to their levels of finesse and Luffy could put out the raw power if he needed to. It just wasn’t the focus of his style. Zoro, while lacking finesse still, had them all beat in raw power of his air slashes. Doubly so for this exercise, as his style had already included curving air blades before this. A fact which had been the inspiration to try this at all, in point of fact. At least for today, the exercise was training Zoro’s finesse, Kuina’s raw power, and Brook and Luffy’s precision. Other days, they rotated through those roles to cover the spectrum of development for all of them.

It was also, like his attempts to control a storm with his Devil Fruit, only one of several exercises they’d worked out with the locals. Exercises that were rapidly bearing fruit. He was very glad he’d taken a second look at the potential opportunities to be had here…

… … …

Nami’s concentration was absolute as she slowly bent the storm raging around her to her will. It wasn’t nearly as potent as the one that her boyfriend and the other sword nuts had taken to fighting with, but the artificial storm was strong by any standard other than the Grand Line’s. It was also, as she bent all her will to controlling its cadence and direction, slowly picking up additional power. Soon, if her last session was anything to go by, she’d be able to hold onto an artificial eye in the storm by creating a wind-cyclone barrier like the swordsmen did.

She tried to tamp down on her utter elation at that fact, knowing that too much emotion would only destabilize her efforts.

That was what had collapsed her the last half dozen times, after the first time she’d made a measurable change to similar storms. The confirmation that she could influence weather, at least in her full Pegasus form, had been a heady thing that took firm hold of her excitement. Not to mention the heady enthusiasm it had given the researchers here, for whom the idea of studying a Weather Affecting Devil Fruit was new and thrilling territory.

So far, at least, she’d only been able to influence already-existing weather, and only in her fully transformed state. She was at least somewhat confident that, as she mastered the ability, she should be able to outright create weather as well. Not to mention hopefully reaching the point that she could do so in her Hybrid form, which was quite a lot easier to fight in. Still, even if she never reached the point that she could outright create weather from nothing, the Weatherballs that grew on this island could almost certainly provide the raw material she needed. Creating the seed of a storm she could control and direct, as it were. Likewise, if she could get her new ability to the point that it worked in her Hybrid form, she’d be able to combine it with use of her Clima-Tact to achieve effects greater than either could manage on their own.

Crying out with satisfaction as the cyclone formed around her, pushing the rest of the storm away while still maintaining it, she nearly lost control with the surge of emotions from success. Only almost, though. This time, she managed to hold onto the change by the barest threads and quickly began to reinforce her hold over the storm. She would celebrate her success later. Specifically, when dreaming of turning the very weather that terrorized the New World on their enemies could be allowed its proper place as a arousing thought as she pulled Luffy into their shared cabin.

All bitches may love cannons. But this bitch preferred to ride the lightning…

… … …

Brook hummed, concentrating on the feel of his non-existent vocal cords as he did so. It was a meditative exercise that Kaya had started him on early in his study of spiritual energy, to help him get in touch with said energy via the music he had a soul deep understanding of. He was pretty sure her choosing that vector was the only reason it had worked at all. Now, the exercise came as easy as breathing…which was also something he was doing through the power of his Devil Fruit, rather than by normal means. Resisting the temptation to make a joke out of that, he split his attention between the by-now-familiar sensation of his ‘vocal cords’ and the sword in his hands.

Shusui was no more a normal sword than Brook was a normal skeleton.

He hadn’t known the name of the blade until Luffy had quietly informed him, having apparently identified it on sight. Kuina had apparently done the same, as she hadn’t been surprised when he’d approached her about what it meant to have one of the 21 Great Grade swords in his possession. Given that Kuina’s own Wado Ichimonji was from the same Grade, she’d proven to be quite knowledgeable, teaching Brook how to ‘commune’ with the sword.

Such swords as theirs weren’t quite alive, yet they were something quite close to it.

Imbued by their crafter with his own will, then farther imbued with yet more spiritual weight by those who wielded it, they had…personalities, of a sort. He had, with Kuina’s patient assistance, learned to properly harmonize his own spirit with that of the Shusui. Doing so had, in fact, been what allowed him to make a breakthrough on Armament Haki at last. He still wasn’t all that good with said Haki yet, but he’d get there, and today that wasn’t the focus of his efforts anyway.

No, what he was working on was a revelation brought on by the way they had been fighting the storm in the EWCC.

There, practically drowning in spiritual energy, both from the methods the locals used to create the storm and from the efforts of his crewmates, he’d gained a more refined sense of how spiritual energy could be used. His control of his own energy had lept forward, to the point that he could now summon full-body ethereal muscle out of his own Devil-Fruit-aided spiritual reserves, whereas before he’d struggled to summon just the muscles of his legs. Yet that, too, wasn’t his primary discovery or focus of today’s training. It was just a nice side effect, really.

No, as he hummed and the sword began humming with him, a wide grin split his skull. His spiritual vocal cords and lungs could move air, and so could his strikes. So why couldn’t he vibrate the air around his blade, like a thousand violin strings having a bow drawn across them all at once. For now, it was just s single note, but if he was right about the way this affected the blade?

Brook went from sitting to standing in an eyeblink, having seamlessly executed a strike against a steel post in the lunge between the two. As he clicked Shusui back in its sheath, the pole split and the top half fell. On closer examination, it had been sliced with a cut so absurdly clean that the resulting metal was, itself, now sharp. Brook’s grin was practically stuck in place as he wondered what sort of other things he could do, while making beautiful music with his blade…

… … …

Perona stared intently, willing her Hollow to do what she’d accidentally done in the ABSOLUTLE HELL that had been her, Mistress Hina, and Boytoy Sanji’s turn in the EWCC. They had been challenged to find ways to either protect themselves from, or else alter, the weather. Perona knew, if not for the reward Mistress promised if she succeeded, she’d have given up after the first disastrous and painful attempt. Her despair and rage at her adoptive father’s death had…petered out, eventually. If not for Mistress Hina, she might have fled the crew then, possibly stealing what she could along the way.

But Mistress Hina was the best thing that ever happened to her. She wouldn’t leave unless it was with her Mistress, and her Mistress was too good a person, wanting to help a world that didn’t deserve it. Boytoy Sanji was alright too, and he had a pretty nice dick, when Mistress Hina let him use it. But it was Mistress Hina who she stayed for.

It was also Mistress Hina who she would succeed for!

She’d known, since the entirely-too-kind-to-be-a-pirate Kaya had explained it to her, that her powers had a spiritual component. She hadn’t really cared, or known what to do with that, until she’d been battered horribly by that first artificial storm. It was only while desperately trying to protect herself and her Mistress (Boytoy Sanji would be fine, the only part of him that mattered was protected by one of Mistress’s cages) that she’d come to a realization. She’d been able to use her Hollows to absorb the spiritual energy that was powering the storm, and even spit it back out as a counterattack!

She’d gotten better at it in each session since then, practicing between them on the many elemental attack ofudas that Kaya was making in batches. Thankfully, the other woman was making dozens of them a day as she studied the systems used in the Weatherballs and EWCC, trying to gain her own new abilities from study of this island’s technology. They made good practice for Perona as she tried to make the leap from absorbing spiritual energy to elemental energy. So far, she hadn’t yet been able to absorb the actual wind, or lighting, or fire, or whatever absurd thing the too-kind healer stuffed into her tags.

Something told her she could do that, though. That it was only a matter of figuring it out. She would figure it out, so that she could keep up with the rest of the crew and protect Mistress Hina! Obstinately triggering another elemental Ofuda seal, Perona gritted her teeth and willed her ghosts to absorb not just the spiritual energy, but the elemental energy it created.

This time, something clicked, and minutes later, as her Hollows absorbed and spat out little balls of lightning and fire, she cackled. She was going to be the strongest! Mistress would praise her! Headpats and more were in Perona’s future, she could feel it! Mistress might even call her a ‘Good Girl’ again!

Yes, everything was coming up Perona…

… … …

- Lemon Starts Here –

Luffy pinned Yamato against the wall of the private bath, unhesitatingly claiming her lips in a kiss, simultaneously using one hand to her in place and the other to explore her massive breasts. Between all the women in his life, hers were unquestionably the largest, in part due to her size…and in part due to the effects of her Devil Fruit. That latter part was in play now as he discovered, much to his enjoyment, that they were both highly elastic and incredibly sensitive, Yamato already moaning into their kiss despite the fact that he hadn’t even touched her nipples yet.

Their behavior was, after an interested comment by Robin, something Luffy had paid attention too. Perhaps due to the fact that Yamato’s fruit was actually the Hito Hito no Mi, not the Gomu Gomu no Mi, how Yamato’s body behaved seemed to change with her mood. In combat, her body usually acted like a very hard rubber, with seemingly extremely low pain response. Yet, the more aroused she was, the more pliable and sensitive her body became in general. Something Robin had noted during their first erotic encounter in an entirely different bath.

Even now, as Luffy pressed his knee between Yamato’s legs, grinding into her pussy, he felt her body’s consistency change in fascinating ways. It strengthened and resisted in her torso, while remaining just a bit more pliable than normal flesh where they connected, the result increasing the friction of his light grinding, changing it into something more vigorous. Something which, in turn, drew more and louder moans from her. Intrigued as he was, he would have all the time in the world to play with her body to his heart’s content in the future. For now, he put his curiosity aside as he finally grabbed one nipple and tugged firmly, shifting to whisper in her ear.

“We aren’t alone this time on accident, little Doll. I think it’s past time I claim what you’ve offered me, don’t you?”

Luffy was slightly bemused at how strongly Yamato reacted, her breath hitching and a flush nearly as epic as some of Vivi’s blushes building. He’d known from both her choices and her relationship panel that she had a major submissive streak, and he’d tried out various names to see if one stuck. ‘Doll’ was actively the least offensive of the ones she’d reacted strongly to. Pet, Kitten, and Toy had gotten even stronger reactions when he’d used them while waging a cuddle and heavy petting campaign over the last week.

Personally, he was fine with any of them, at least inside the bedroom, but ‘Kitten’ tended to be something he reserved for Nami and Toy felt like a bit too much for their first time. Yamato’s ideas about how their relationship should work meant that making their first time together super romantic wouldn’t have actually been a very good fit. At the same time, he wanted her to understand what he’d been working on getting through to her with their dates. He cared for her, and was invested in her, as more than just a servant or member of his ‘harem.’ So ‘Doll’ would have to do for now, even if it got a lesser reaction than ‘Pet’ or ‘Toy,’ either of which might well end up as Yamato’s bedroom-specific nickname.

Or, well, sexcapades specific.

They weren’t exactly in the bedroom now, after all, though they would be soon. This particular private bath was in a guest wing of the Alabastian Palace, attached to a suite of guest quarters. Luffy had been surprised when a squirming Vivi had offered it up for this, knowing specifically that he intended to make the night his first time with Yamato. He’d have thought, if he’d bothered to consider it at all before she’d offered, that Vivi would want to reserve her own first time for the Palace. Yet his newest girlfriend had seemed excited by the idea. He knew, from her relationship panel, that Vivi had distinctly voyeuristic tendencies. So perhaps the idea lit a certain kind of naughty match for her that he didn’t quite grasp.

Either way, it had been the perfect setup, so he’d accepted once he’d realized Vivi was genuinely okay with it.

The evening had started with Yamato ‘washing his back,’ something which he’d already realized pleased her to do for him. The fact that he’d insisted on returning the favor had gotten only mild protests…and let him set the tone a bit more than it already had been by making his a ‘full body’ wash. He hadn’t quite crossed over the line from teasingly intimate to outright lewd, but rode that line so hard the entire time that the metaphorical concept was likely off suffering bruises and nursing a concussion.

Now, just moments out from toweling dry, Luffy had Yamato pinned to the warm stone wall, her sex grinding into his leg as he kissed his way along her jaw and down her chest. Curious how far he would get before she instinctively protested, he made his way downward…and discovered the answer was ‘nearly to her free nipple’ when she whimpered and gasped out the protest that she should be the one serving him. Grinning, having been anticipating that very protest, he shifted to scoop her up in his arms, tossing her over his shoulder and firmly spanking her gloriously thicc ass as he did, causing her to let out a delightful little yelp. Given that she was actually taller than him, it was a fair bit more awkward doing this with her than it would have been with any of the other girls, but he also wasn’t going far. Idly kneading the cheek he’d struck just hard enough to leave a red imprint of his hand, causing another moan to slip out, he carried her the handful of step outs of the bath and into the bedroom.

“Well, if you insist, little Doll. Then I have some ideas how you can be of service.”

He plopped Yamato down on the bed back-first, then climbed up on top of her, though not before grabbing a bottle of oil he’d prepare beforehand. He didn’t mount her hips but instead knelt above her torso. His own considerable endowment, very much hard as diamond from what they’d done so far, smacked down between her heaving breasts. He opened the bottle of oil then grabbed one of her hands with his. Her eyes lit up as she seemed to finally catch on, and she brought both hands up to catch the oil he poured into them. She waited once he did for direction, and after tossing the bottle away, he used his own hands to guide hers back to her breasts, massaging the oil into them with hand-over-hand actions. She bit her lip against another moan, seemingly trying to concentrate on what he wanted rather than how good it felt, though he amusingly noted that her own body betrayed her in that regard. After all, the sensitivity of her breasts didn’t lower like he knew they could. She clearly wanted to feel it all, even if she was trying her hardest to focus on his pleasure…

“For example, I’ve wanted to fuck these amazing tits until I painted them entirely white since the moment I first saw them. Doesn’t that sound nice, Doll?”

Yamato’s flush of arousal was back in full force with that comment, amusing him slightly that she was as turned on by the idea of him using her like that as she had been actively grinding into his leg. Or perhaps it was the dirty talk? Either was, she responded by nodding half-frantically, her only attempt to speak cut off by a moan that caused a bit of blush to join the flush. Chuckling at the sight that was simultaneously adorable and incredibly hot, Luffy positioned her hands with his to hold her breasts pressed together.

Shifting his own body, he stroked his cock just twice with the oil that had ended up on his hands too, before pressing it into the incredible valley of pleasure that had been created by pressing her breasts together. He let out a groan of his own pleasure, knowing from experience that being just a bit vocal as a cue for his lovers that they were doing well was much better than silence. The joy the sound sparked in Yamato’s eyes as she watched and listened only reinforced that fact and, as Luffy began to piston gently into the heavenly territory she was creating, he let more little sounds of pleasure fall for her.

He hadn’t been lying about wanting to do this for a while.

While he deeply appreciated all aspects of the female body, he was without question a breast man, and Yamato’s Devil Fruit had turned hers into the sort of outright impossible wet dream that would normally only exist in hentai art. Tits this enormous shouldn’t manage to remain perky and gloriously bouncy, and anyone with even the slightest appreciation for feminine curves was doomed to be sucked into their gravity. Nami had, in fact, had been getting increasingly grabby and twitchy, practically dying to faceplant in them and actively lamenting the fact that she hadn’t done so during their first bath encounter.

He was quite certain Robin wanted to as well, no matter how much she teased Nami for her verbal antics. For that matter, he was absolutely going to be doing that regularly after this, thank you very much. They looked like the absolute most glorious head rest and emotional recharge station that he’d ever laid eyes on…

For the moment, of course, he was doing something even more fun with them, slowly ramping up speed, building towards a climax he knew was going to come far faster than it usually would. Normally, he would try to hold off, but as much as Yamato was still making little noises of pleasure herself, he knew this wasn’t doing a lot for her. Some, yes, given just how sensitive her breasts had proven to be, but far from enough to make her cum. Thankfully, he’d long since learned that his Zoan-enhanced stamina in the bedroom meant that the first round was hardly the only one in the chamber.

With that in mind, as much as anything but the incredible feeling of Yamato’s oiled tits surrounding his cock could be, Luffy only held out for a couple of minutes before thrusting more roughly. Despite her impressive rack, his own endowment was large enough to pop out between the tops as he did so, allowing the first ropes of cum from his release to catch her in the face, then neck, then all across her tits as the power of each pump diluted slightly. She looked shocked, but very pleased, as her hands instinctively moved to gather up the cum and rub it into her chest. The action, along with a flick of her tongue that captured some to taste, caused any possible loss of hardness in his erection to instantly and near-painfully reverse.

Fuck, that was hot, and from the curious look on her face, she wasn’t even doing it on purpose!

Determined to move on before she tempted him into changing his plans to include a blowjob, he instead shifted off of her…and then reached down to flip her over. She yelped in surprise, even as he shifted his weight over her legs this time, leaning over where she’d caught herself on her hands by reflex to whisper in her ear again.

“Now for the main event…or the first main event. We aren’t leaving until you have trouble walking straight, little Doll.”

Yamato surprised him by actually moaning at that comment. Apparently, she was really into this, something he was going to have to keep in mind. For now, however, he used one hand to push her tits-down into the bed…and the other to lift her ass up. Two fingers from the lifting hand found her sopping-wet pussy a moment later, sinking in with little resistance and another moan from Yamato. Grinning, he pumped a few times, giving his unnaturally fast refractory period a minute to work despite not quite needing too. Doing so would make the next discharge as potent as the first, and he wanted to claim her properly.

His free hand wandered down her body…and smacked the opposite cheek of the one he’d left an imprint on earlier when he reached her ass. Her pussy clenched at that, making him grin at the new information.

Apparently, she liked it a little rough. Even if he wasn’t sure even she had known that before.

Deciding he’d spent more than enough time teasing her into a puddle of arousal, he shifted to line his cock up on her pussy. He did let himself give her one last little tease by spending several seconds dragging his tip between her lips without penetration…then finally gave in and plunged home in a single, smooth thrust. It was her turn to surprise him, as that one thrust sent her unexpectedly over the edge. Her pussy clamped down strongly enough he wasn’t sure he’d be able to move at all. Which was, frankly, fine, as he tried not to lose it and cum himself as the unexpected an amazing sensation of that pussy gripping down on him in a far stronger orgasm than he’d have ever imagined from so little direct contact.

Perhaps he’d been teasing her just a bit too much?

Then again, the incredibly lewd noise she’d just made as she came said she’d certainly enjoyed it so far. Grinning as she finally started to ease up the pressure…he didn’t give her a chance to fully recover before withdrawing and thrusting home twice as hard and fast as the first time. The keening noise she made and instinctive press and grind back into him was a glorious combination that bore repeating, so he went about doing just that.

By the time he was done with her tonight, or more likely late tomorrow morning, he intended to find out all the little noises she could make. After all, a pair of Mythical Zoans had the stamina to get through quite a few positions of the Kama Sutra in the sixteen hours or so before they’d need to make an appearance for lunch…

- Lemon Ends Here -

Chapter 103: Reorganization

Garp had never realized that being the biggest boss, at least of his own command chain, meant he could make other people do his paperwork. It wasn’t foolproof, there were still things he had to sign off on or worse, actually read. Yet he was legitimately doing less paperwork now that he could pawn most of it off on assistants that were too terrified of him to fuck it up.

That bastard Sengoku had to have known all along.

That seagull-brained fool had probably been napping in here while insisting Garp do paperwork!

Worse, in a way that had Garp grinding his teeth…for the first time in perhaps a decade he was making honest progress on fixing some of the more trash policies of the navy. Disbanding the Warlords had barely met with a token protest, with so many of them dead and the remaining two having refused the summons to Marineford. Garp himself actually sympathized with those two, Jinbei and Hancock having by far the most upright reasons for becoming Warlords in the first place.

Yet, they’d have ample time to make other arrangements for their islands, as he’d made sure to direct the Marines not to interfere with them unless they were caught actively raiding. Something which had been easily justified by pointing out it would only cost them manpower when they were in the process of desperately trying to rebuild. High level manpower, given how strong the two were, which was to absolute hardest to replace and currently their most dire need.

As for that rebuild, things were going as well as could be hoped. Pulling their New World fleets back to only covering their two major Fleet bases here had allowed them to properly hold onto Paradise in exchange. Well…most of Paradise. Seven islands in total had joined with Alabasta, meaning something like 9% of Paradise was now under control of the Alabastian Alliance. That group wasn’t actively rebelling though, not yet at least, and they weren’t actively causing trouble either. In fact, they were patrolling the waters of their new territory more effectively than Marine Fleets had ever managed, making the idea of trying to take them back doubly stupid. Oh, the WG and Celestial Twats would never accept their ‘independent’ status forever. But for now, Kong had gotten them to agree that someone else taking the logistics strain of patrolling a chunk of Paradise was useful.

On another high note, Garp was currently sitting in what was once Marine Base G-5, now in the process of being converted to Marine HQ. He’d even been able to take a personal hand in beating down, court martialing, and sending to Impel Down, most of the fuckwit psychos who had been running this place. In doing so, he knew he’d signaled serious changes in the way the Marines did business, at least under him. Which had, in fact, actually sent recruitment numbers soaring. The new recruits were still raw, and finding or training up replacement Admirals was an ongoing process, but enough progress was being made that the WG couldn’t complain he wasn’t making significant strides.

Likewise, the Pacifista that remained, or else had been produced since Marineford, combined with Kuzan’s efforts, had been able to push the Germa kingdom back for the most part. They’d lost two of the five islands they’d captured and Kuzan had personally killed one of Judge’s psycho children. Vegapunk was apparently very interested in the corpse of Vinsmoke Yonji, claiming some sort of enhancements had been done to it that were ‘crude, but surprisingly effective.’ Things in the West Blue with the Revolutionaries were far more hit and miss, but Kizaru was at least still containing them, with one island having changed back and forth five times now.

All in all, he’d made progress in just four months. Enough to keep the WG off his back. Now, if the crazy bastards from Water 7 proved to be right that his idea with the Sea Train really was possible, they could get their logistics fixed fully. With that last brick in place, they could turn the corner, and Garp could lay down some additional law shifting Marine actions more in line with a definition of Justice that had some relation to reality…

… … …

Former Vice Admiral Strawberry, now Rear Admiral Strawberry in one of the few cases of a brutal demotion that didn’t involve an actual firing squad, had not previously been one to overindulge in alcohol. Considering that a private, quiet chat with one of Garp’s top people had informed him that only the combination of the dire state of the Marines and Garp himself going to bat for him has saved him from that aforementioned firing squad? Well, that could drive even him to drink. Doubly so as he’d also been stuck on Drakestone permanently…without most of his fleet, including his flagship. With orders to secure more drakestone from Neethrax whatever the cost. Even if that meant feeding her Marines as a sacrifice.

He didn’t know what the Seraphim project was, or why it needed so much drakestone, but it was clearly someone important’s baby. That much was obvious, given how had he’d been forced to fall on his sword when the theft of their store of it had been reported. Now he had to pacify a pissed off dragon, one who apparently had a seven-hundred-plus-year-old agreement with the World Government directly. An agreement he’d been set up to take the fall for breaking. He reached for another bottle of Strawberry Vodka, sent to him by Garp in the old bastard’s attempt to be either thoughtful or fully.

He didn’t even like Strawberries. He just also hadn’t been consulted on his name, the day he was born. Very rude, that. Even if he probably wouldn’t have been much of an inspired conservationist at the time…

… … …

“That’s the way! Pump that cola faster so we don’t all die! We don’t want to be SUPPPPERRR fish food!”

Franky’s ‘family’ were all too done with the repeat of this routine to sweat drop at their leader’s actions, but the Kairiki Destroyers didn’t slow in operating the massive pump that fueled the Track Laying Platform Franky and Iceberg had built together. The platform was built with a seastone coating on the bottom of course, just as the tracks themselves were. It was also, however, large, carrying dozens of track pieces into the Clam Belt at a time. The size meant that, typically at least once a day, one of the massive Sea Kings native to the Calm Belt spotted them anyway.

Which, of course, is where both the ‘active deterrent system’ and ‘active escape system’ that Franky had come up with came in.

It had taken numerous iterations and several dozen near-death experiences to work out, but Franky’s specialty was weapons design. He’d eventually, after studying the Pacifista that had been sent to help protect them, come up with a trio of cola-powered giant lasers that were mounted on the platform. Combined with the Pacifista cyborgs, the giant lasers were enough to send most of the Sea Kings packing. On the rare occasions a Sea King too powerful for that to work found them…they did what they were currently doing.

Bravely running away!

By pumping cola normally used for the lasers, the platform could rapid fire ‘Coup de Vent’ bursts that could out accelerate even a giant Sea King…so long as they kept the pumps going, at least. Thankfully, it was working once more and they were rapidly escaping the current Sea King, which would almost certainly stop pursuing soon, as they approached the edge of the Calm Belt. It was an annoying setback, it would take a day or two for the agitated Sea King to leave, then a day or two more to sail back out to the current end of the tracks and assess any damage that might have been done.

Yet, despite these occasional setbacks, they were making progress.

So far, they’d only covered about 5% of the distance required to cross the calm belt, and another two less-efficient crews had only covered about the same distance from St. Polar to the station they’d built at the Calm Belt’s edge. Yet, that was still incredible progress for a mere four months from the starting line, much of which had been spent either planning the track or building the delivery system. The rapid progress was something which meant their Marine and WG overseers pleased with their work so far, making them fairly reasonable to work with.

None of them, especially Franky, really liked working with the WG in particular. Yet, the chance to extend his own mentor’s work in such a SUPPPPEEEERRR fashion had convinced the cyborg to go along with the idea. It might not quite be his dream of building a ship that could reach the end of the Grand Line…but being the person who cracked making safe (mostly), reliable (also mostly) travel between the Grand Line and one of the Blues was a massive accomplishment all on its own.

The fact that the Hero of the Marines, one of the few people connected to the WG that was trustworthy in both Iceberg and Franky’s eyes, had come himself to make promises in person? Including a promise that that the train line would be named after Tom? Well…it was enough. Besides, Franky was learning a lot from studying some of the tech this Vegapunk had offered up to help, like the Pacifista. So he was still making progress on his dream…

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