Hunger

Chapter 7

Whatever was happening to his body somewhere in the bowels of Arlong Park, he took glee at the thought that the Fish bastards had probably just witnessed him popping the most massive boner he'd ever sprung in his life. The idea of them potentially torturing him and then him springing a motherfucking monster in their scaly faces and then them backing away in disgust and horror was the tiny bit of therapy he could cling to at the moment.

As far as a serious mental health check was concerned, the face that greeted his upon awakening very much looked like it could have used one too.

"Do you have a staring problem, mystery person? Who the hell is this?" he asked, trying to get his breathing back under control, the dream he'd had completely falling away from his memory save for the fact that hot, nasty sex had somehow been involved.

"Buggy, this is Columbina. We're trying to help each other get off this island and she's agreed to be your next bodyguard for the time being," Strawhat stated.

"I have agreed to absolutely nothing!" the woman argued. Buggy blinked, trying to get a better look at her in the darkness.

She was a bit on the shorter side, he guessed no taller than 5'2 or 5'3. He couldn't quite get a good handle on what type of figure she had as she was wearing an over-sized black hoodie. Her hoodie was decorated with flowers and the swirling calligraphy of a word that looked like it said Yasmina. He had no clue what that meant, nor did he give a shit. A pleated black skirt rested above her knees, and he took note that her skin was pale, her legs nicely toned. Her legs, skirt, and sneakers were caked with sand, probably from the scuffle she'd put them through earlier. What looked like tufts of pink hair were shoved under a grey beanie and black-rimmed cat-eye glasses sat atop her nose. She peered down at him disdainfully from behind the lenses, and he was all too happy to return the glare.

"Man, I don't know about the rest of you but I'm getting pretty hungry. Let's get back to the ship so Sanji can cook us dinner," Luffy said. The woman began to sputter objections, her hands clenching into fists by her side. They went ignored as Luffy, Zoro and Sanji turned towards what looked like a pile of mostly mildewed wood on the ground. A collapsed sailboat perhaps?

"That your doing?" Buggy asked, a sneer in his voice. If she'd been the one to kick him in the nose a moment ago, he wasn't about to make their time together comfortable for her. "Just what we need. One more dumbass who can't steer a ship. How the shit did you manage that, anyway?"

The woman's eyes blazed fury at him and for a moment he could have sworn that...they were glowing? She crouched down next to him on the ground, the unease in her body shifting to something that very much reminded him of a predator considering its prey. The way she slunk down was almost serpentine. The male part of his mind that was still somewhat entranced by his fever dream ignored that, instead noticing how her skirt rode up on those pale legs. He darted his eyes back up to hers quickly, hoping she hadn't noticed him staring.

"Are you always this salty after you've met a woman?" Now that she was closer to him he noticed that her eyes weren't blue but a very pale grey. No glow. Must've been a trick of the moonlight.

"Most women don't try to break my nose prior to an introduction."

"The key word here being most?"

"That's correct."

"Well then it's a good thing that I'm not here to convince you that I'm not like other girls. I just need to get the fuck out of here. Listen to me, clown man-"

"Buggy. It's Buggy."

"Buggy," the way she said his name made it sound like she had a bad taste in her mouth, like she'd just uttered the name of an ex that she'd once tried to hoist over the side of a cliff. "I don't think I like this any more than you do, Buggy. But I'm forcing myself to suck it up. Now, if you promise to me that you'll be a good little boy for the remainder of our time together, I promise that I'll be a very good girl to you in return."

His flashy girl...she'd been such a good girl to him, doing exactly what she was told...

The memory of the woman writhing in ecstasy underneath him entered his mind once more, her knees pressed to her shoulders, his cock plunging into her over and over again, making her into a mewling, incoherent mess, her fingernails damn near drawing blood as she clung to him while he took her on the floor...

He felt himself become flustered all over again. Then, a smirk spread across the face of his new travel companion and...she bit her lip.

A panicked thought raced through his mind. Surely to fuck she doesn't know what I'm thinking does she??

"I'll behave if you promise to do the same," he replied evenly, not willing to back down from a challenge.

She smiled at him, this time with a little more sincerity. There was definitely no glow to her eyes, but he saw that they sparkled nonetheless.

"Well then, Buggy. Chop-Chop, I guess. Let's get this over with."

She picked him up and he couldn't help but grumble as he was being lifted off the ground, more gingerly than he expected her to.

"Take me over to that mess you made. If there's any oakum you haven't destroyed we might be able to use that."

"Your wish is my command, Captain."

She was being sarcastic, but her words nearly caused more depraved thoughts to enter his head. He pushed them away just as quickly as he hoped the trek back to the ship would be.

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There had been some canvas and caulking materials they'd managed to rescue and were carting back with them to the best of their ability. It had turned out that mystery woman's main issue was with the tarred fibre she'd unsuccessfully used to patch up her own ship.

"Could've sworn I'd brought along a hammer and a caulking iron. I've lived at least to not make that mistake again."

"Don't jinx yourself. You're making the assumption that Strawhat and his sorry lot didn't make the same mistake. This is going to be a lot harder if they did."

They'd fallen somewhat behind the others, Buggy chalking it up to the fact that her legs were shorter than theirs. There had been some conversation between them but mostly their journey was permeated by an awkward silence.

Which he hated. He decided to speak again.

"You didn't put my head back in the sack."

"I did not."

"There a reason?"

"Well..." the woman said, "I mean, it seems kind of rude. It smells like fish food. No offense, but you smell like fish food, and if I'm going to be this close to you I'd prefer you not. Can you even breathe in there? How long have you been like this? East Blue Hells, I have so many questions for you people and part of me isn't sure I should even ask."

"Hmm."

He was thankful to not be deposited in the sack again, not that he was going to tell her that. The feel of the night air on his face was infinitely preferable, as was the warmth and cleanliness that came from her. She held him to her chest like she was cradling a newborn, not quite knowing how else to carry him and had made it very clear he not get any bright ideas.

He realized that it had been quite some time since a woman had held him, since anyone had really and he was trying his best to not acknowledge how much he appreciated his face suddenly resting next to a set of what felt like small but supple, creamy tits. Buggy's thoughts began to drift to exactly how they looked underneath her clothes, how pink or brown her nipples were, what they would feel like in his hands...

What kind of beautiful sounds he could draw from her as he took one in his mouth, just like those of the woman from his dream. His mind began to drift...

"Oh wow, it's a lot bigger than I thought it would be!" she suddenly exclaimed, snapping him to attention, his face going crimson.

"Excuse you-"

"Oh she's so pretty too! Honestly, if I were a pirate I'd be jealous. So this is The Going Merry?"

The Strawhat's ship. She'd been talking about the damned ship and not about his penis which was alive and well and sadly nowhere useful.

Buggy sniffed, realizing his nose still hurt from where she'd kicked him. "All right, fools!" he scoffed, "Show me the hole you tore in this thing so we can go tear one in Arlong. I'm about over your shitshow at this point."