The sun rose fat and orange over Cocoyasi Village like it was personally proud of the bloodbath the day before. The Going Meat Jr. sat low in the water—holds already bulging with "gifts" from grateful villagers: barrels of fresh fruit, smoked fish (ironic), sacks of rice, crates of vegetables, and enough livestock to feed a small navy for weeks. Old Genzo himself had rolled up with a wheelbarrow of premium cuts from the village's best pigs, muttering "For what you did to that bastard Arlong" while refusing to meet anyone's eyes.
Luffy stood at the bow, arms stretched wide like he was hugging the entire East Blue.
"Set sail for the Grand Line! Zoro—navigate!"
Zoro, already at the helm with a map he barely understood, grunted. "If we end up in hell, don't blame me."
Nami—still wearing Luffy's straw hat like a crown—leaned over the rail and smirked. "Just try not to steer us into a Sea King's asshole, okay?"
Nojiko laughed from the galley door, wiping flour off her hands. "I'll cook something special if we survive the trip."
Usopp—chore boy—mopped the deck in sullen silence, nose back to normal length now that he'd stopped lying to himself about being brave.
The anchor came up. Sails snapped full. The red ship turned his drumstick figurehead toward Reverse Mountain and whatever madness waited beyond.
[A/N: Going Meat Jr is a he.]
First order of business: loot counting.
They dumped every sack, chest, and coffer onto the main deck. Gold coins clinked like metallic rain. Jewels flashed in the sun. Bearer bonds, black-market ledgers, pile or cash bundles—Arlong's eight-year extortion empire laid bare.
Nami sat cross-legged in the center like a dragon on her hoard, eyes glittering.
"Two hundred… three hundred… keep going…"
They counted through breakfast, through lunch, through snacks Nojiko kept bringing out. Bags were emptied, stacks sorted, numbers scribbled on every scrap of paper they could find.
By mid-afternoon Nami finally sat back, hair wild, cheeks flushed, voice shaking with manic glee.
"Eight hundred forty-seven million… and change."
Silence.
Then Nami screamed—pure, ecstatic joy—and flung herself backward into the pile of loot, rolling in them like a kid in snow.
"Eight hundred forty-seven MILLION!"
Luffy laughed so hard he fell over backward. Zoro just stared at the glittering sea of wealth. Nojiko whistled low. Usopp—still mopping nearby—froze, eyes wide, nose twitching like it wanted to grow again just from sheer envy.
Luffy sat up suddenly. "Party time!"
Nojiko's cooking with devine attribute and Luffy summoned a feast—plus barrels of Belvedere vodka that appeared in a blue shimmer. The deck turned into chaos: meat torn apart, shrimp shells flying, vodka poured straight from the barrel into mouths. Zoro claimed an entire barrel and started drinking like a man trying to drown something inside himself.
Usopp got leftovers thrown at him—bones, half-eaten shrimp tails, globs of rice. He ate every scrap that hit the deck, silent and broken.
Night fell. The party raged on.
Luffy stood, swaying slightly from vodka and overstimulation, and grabbed Nami and Nojiko by the wrists.
"Inside. Now."
They didn't argue.
The captain's cabin door slammed shut.
Clothes hit the floor in a frantic pile. Nami and Nojiko were already on their knees before Luffy even finished unbuckling.
He stood over them—cock hard and dripping—grinning down like a conqueror.
"Both of you. Suck it together."
They obeyed.
Nami took the head—lips stretching wide—while Nojiko licked and sucked along the shaft, tongue swirling around the thick vein. They met in the middle—tongues tangling around his cockhead—sharing spit, precum, and moans.
"Fuck—good sluts—" Luffy groaned, hands fisting their hair.
Nami pulled off with a wet pop. "Want us to fight over it, Captain? See who gets the first load?"
Nojiko moaned around his balls. "I'll swallow every drop if she can't handle it."
Luffy laughed—dark, hungry—and shoved both their heads down at once. Four lips, two tongues—sloppy, messy, gagging—working him until spit ran in rivers down their chins and tits.
He pulled them off—cock throbbing, veins pulsing—and pointed at the bunk.
"Asses up. Side by side."
They scrambled into position—knees spread, backs arched, pussies presented like offerings. Both holes already slick, swollen, leaking from earlier abuse.
Luffy stepped behind them—slapped both asses hard enough to leave red handprints.
"Beg."
Nami moaned first. "Please—Captain—fuck your needy slut—stretch my greedy cunt—breed me full—!"
Nojiko pushed her ass higher. "Use your new cook too—pound this dripping hole—fill me till I'm leaking for days—make me your filthy kitchen whore—!"
Luffy slammed into Nami first—balls-deep in one stroke—drawing a high, broken scream.
"YES—FUCK—SO THICK—!"
He fucked her hard—fast—wet slaps filling the cabin—then pulled out and plunged into Nojiko.
Nojiko wailed—back bowing. "CAPTAIN—RIP ME—USE ME—!"
He alternated—slamming into one, then the other—keeping them both on the edge, both dripping, both begging in desperate harmony.
"More—more—fill us—breed us—!"
He grabbed Nami's hair—yanked her head back—kissed her sloppy and deep while pounding Nojiko.
"Whose holes are these?"
"Yours—!" they moaned together.
He came in Nojiko first—thick jets flooding her womb—then switched to Nami—another load painting her insides white. Both girls convulsed—squirting around his cock—screaming into the pillows.
They collapsed—panting, trembling—cum leaking from both cunts in thick white rivers.
But Luffy wasn't done.
He flipped Nami onto her back—spread her legs wide—and plunged back in—fucking her missionary while Nojiko straddled her face.
"Eat your sister while I breed her," he ordered.
Nojiko obeyed—tongue plunging into Nami's cum-filled cunt—lapping up every drop while Luffy hammered down.
Nami screamed into Nojiko's pussy—vibrations making Nojiko grind harder.
Luffy came again—deep in Nami—then pulled out and shoved into Nojiko's mouth for cleanup.
"Clean me—taste your sister on my cock."
Nojiko sucked greedily—moaning—until he hardened again.
Round after round—positions blurring—mouths, cunts, asses—cum everywhere—screams, slaps, begging—until all three were wrecked, sticky, exhausted.
They fell asleep tangled together—Luffy in the middle, Nami and Nojiko draped over him—cunts still leaking, bodies bruised and marked.
Outside, Zoro pretended to nap.
Usopp kept faping—nose twitching—cock shamefully hard.
The Going Meat Jr. sailed on—toward Reverse Mountain.
Toward the Grand Line.
Toward whatever depravity waited beyond.
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The Going Meat Jr. had been drifting in circles for days, all courtesy of Zoro's impeccable "navigation." The ship stank like a brothel after a week-long orgy—thick with the smell of sweat, pussy juice, and drying cum. Luffy, Nami and Nojiko fucked anywhere they pleased: on the deck, against the mast, bent over the helm. Rubber stretched, orange hair yanked, tangerine-scented thighs slapped against tanned skin. Cum splattered railings, soaked planks, pooled in corners like white glue.
Usopp scrubbed it every morning—nose plugged, eyes watering, rag in hand. "Why always me? It's in the goddamn cracks!" He'd gag at fresh ropes of Luffy's load still warm under the wheel, or Nojiko's squirt dried into crusty maps across the floor.
One afternoon Zoro's lazy drawl broke the haze.
"Oi, captain. Island ahead."
Luffy staggered out—shorts around his ankles, cock shiny and half-hard, Nami slung over his shoulder, skirt hiked, pussy lips puffy and leaking down her legs. She squinted at the coastline, post-fuck glow fading fast.
Luffy tilted his head. "Huh. Looks familiar."
Nami's eyes snapped wide. Destroyed marine base. That same base they'd turned into a bloodbath.
"Shells Town," she hissed. "We're back at fucking Shells Town."
Zoro scratched his neck. "Weird. Thought we went the other way."
Nami's palm cracked across Zoro's skull—bandana flying. "YOU MORON! You two slaughtered marines here! Wanted posters everywhere!"
Luffy blinked. "Oh yeah. The axe-hand guy."
"TURN THIS SHIP AROUND RIGHT NOW!"
Nami shrieked, yanking ropes like a madwoman.
Zoro grumbled, grabbed the wheel. Usopp scrambled up from below—still clutching a cum-soaked rag—helping haul sails in panic. Luffy stretched his arms, shoving the bow starboard while Nami screamed coordinates.
They somehow managed to turn around.
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Morning light hit the Going Meat Jr. like a hangover cure nobody asked for. The deck still smelled meat, spilled vodka, and the unmistakable musk of last night's cabin activities. Empty barrels rolled lazily with the swell; half-eaten shrimp tails and meat bones littered the planks like battle casualties.
Luffy woke up first—sprawled across the captain's bunk like a starfish that had won a war. Nami and Nojiko were tangled on either side of him: Nami's leg thrown over his thigh, Nojiko's blue hair fanned across his chest, both still sticky and marked from hours of use. All three bodies ached in that good-bad way—sore muscles, bruised hips, puffy lips between legs.
Luffy sat up grinning anyway.
"Shishishi… best sleep ever."
He stretched—rubber arms snapping like whips—and wandered out onto the deck in nothing but his shorts. Zoro was already up, leaning on the rail with a mug of something black and bitter, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else. Usopp was mopping again—nose back to normal length now that he'd stopped lying to himself about anything.
Nami emerged next—wearing one of Luffy's shirts like a dress, hair a mess, walking bow-legged. She carried a steaming cup of tea and sank onto a crate with a groan.
"Fuck… everything hurts."
Nojiko followed a minute later—similarly disheveled, yawning, stretching in a way that made her tits strain against her top.
"Worth it."
They sat in companionable silence for a while—sore, satisfied, watching the sea roll by.
A news bird flapped down—white wings, little pouch dangling. It landed on the rail and cawed once.
Nami fished two coins from her pocket and dropped them in the pouch. The bird dropped a rolled newspaper and took off. It's the weekly special.
She unrolled it on her lap.
Front page hit like a cannonball.
"Baratie Annihilated – Don Krieg's Fleet Wiped Out"
The article went on: Krieg's armada had attacked the floating restaurant, only for the entire fleet to be cut to pieces minutes later by a lone swordsman—Dracule Mihawk, World's Greatest Swordsman, Warlord of the Sea. Photos showed splintered shipwrecks and Krieg's broken flagship drifting in water.
Zoro stared at the picture of Mihawk's black blade and grunted low in his throat.
"Missed him…"
Luffy tilted his head. "You'll fight him someday. You're still growing. No rush."
Zoro's jaw tightened, but he didn't argue.
Nami flipped the page.
Next headline:
"Arlong Pirates Eradicated – Cocoyasi Village Liberated Overnight"
The article was short—almost confused. No survivors. No witnesses. Only bloodstains and the stench of charred flesh across Arlong Park. A new pirate crew suspected, identity unknown.
Nami's fingers trembled on the paper. She looked up at Luffy—eyes shining.
Next article:
"Shells Town Marine Base Reduced to Rubble – Mysterious Meat-Themed Pirate Vessel Seen"
Eyewitnesses described a ridiculous red ship with a giant drumstick figurehead that appeared out of nowhere, unleashed cannon fire, then vanished like a ghost.
Luffy giggled—high and delighted.
"We're all over the place!"
Then the bounty poster slipped out from between the pages.
WANTED
MONKEY D. LUFFY
Dead or Alive
50,000,000 Berries
Luffy's face lit up like a child on Name Day. He snatched the poster, held it high, and started jumping up and down on the deck—hat flopping, voice cracking with joy.
"I GOT A BOUNTY! 50 MILLION! LOOK—MY FACE IS ON PAPER! SHISHISHI!"
He spun toward Zoro—waving the poster like a flag.
"You don't have one yet! Haha! You're not pirate-ish enough!"
Zoro's eye twitched. "Shut up."
Nami snatched the poster from Luffy's hands—studied it with professional appraisal.
"Fifty million… for a rookie? That's insane. They must've connected the dots from Shells Town to Arlong Park."
Nojiko leaned over her shoulder. "They got your face perfect. That dumb grin."
Luffy kept bouncing—pure glee.
"I'm famous! We're famous! Grand Line's gonna be so much fun!"
He stopped suddenly—looked at the horizon where Reverse Mountain loomed like a promise and a threat.
"Time to go. Grand Line. Meat. Adventure. More bounties."
Zoro pushed off the rail.
"Fine. But if I get us lost—"
"You will," Nami muttered.
"—then we'll deal with it."
Usopp whimpered from his corner—mop forgotten—nose twitching again.
Luffy laughed—bright, unbreakable—and shouted to the sky.
"Full speed ahead! Next stop—GRAND LINE!"
The Going Meat Jr. turned her drumstick figurehead toward destiny.
Behind them, East Blue licked its wounds and whispered their name.
Ahead lay hell.
And they were grinning the whole way.
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