Hunger

Chapter 16

Columbina hadn't remembered the last time she'd dreamed. They were few and far between and when she did have them they were none too pleasant. At night she kept her headphones on, the music helping the past to die away when it came to consume her. And it always did.

What she hadn't expected was for Buggy the Clown to come to her and threaten to give her the most earth-shattering orgasm she'd ever had in her life.

Or at least that's what his eyes had promised. And his hands and his mouth and...Gods be damned the man's eyes...She could have jumped right into them, Devil Fruit powers and all and drowned and her last words would have been "thank you."

Sex was boring. So horribly droll. Once it became a survival skill it lost its flavor after years of senseless fucking and being passed around beds that wouldn't stay warm after whoever she'd been with had to leave in the morning. After she had to leave.

And truth be told, Buggy probably wasn't any different. He was a pirate, a rapscallion that only cared about three things: gold, recognition and getting whatever pussy was available to him. He would take what he wanted from her, she from him and then both of them would toss each other aside like used cum rags.

That would be the likely outcome of her encounter with him. Her brain, not being the smartest in any of the Blues was desperately telling her to think otherwise. That maybe the persistent aches the Lilin-Lilin Fruit had cursed her with could finally be healed.

And some aches had very little to do with sex.

The dream began with an untold swell of anxiety settling into her chest. She had been invited to be the headliner and Guest of Honor at Indigo Town's The Aquaria, what was possibly The East Blue's most prestigious theater. The night of her first big break was nerve-wrecking enough, so of course the evening had to take a turn for the worse and a crew of pirates had to come and invade the town not an hour before the show was set to go on.

She'd been in the greenroom, doing her best to share space with some fifty other performers. She'd been fighting with her false eyelashes and had finally gotten them attached without ruining her makeup. Just her luck that perfectly curled hair and a flawless cut crease didn't come with cutlasses and cannonballs and a horde of violent men hellbent on having a good time by destroying hers.

Uncooperative eyelash adhesive she could handle, psycho killer clowns with huge bounties on their heads, well...

And of course The Buggy Pirates would launch their invasion on the one night she'd had to leave her sai blades back at her apartment.

"BB, they're headed to The Aquaria!" Marlayna, her long-time dance partner had burst into the greenroom, her panicked demeanor not helping to quell the chaos that had erupted around them.

Why the fuck was Laynie relaying this information to her of all people??

Because you're not just a dancer, Columbina shrieked to herself, You're the Devil Fruit Succubus. You're the resident attack dog in case something goes South. And a merry band of pirates coming to sack a defenseless fishing village would be the perfect opportunity for you to actually prove yourself to these people. Motherfucking Gods of the Blues if we all survive this I'm demanding that the rates both here and in the next five towns over be raised!!

She'd barely had the chance to finish that thought when the ground shook underneath her. Columbina grabbed onto the counter of the vanity set she'd been sitting at, nearly being pitched to the floor. Her assortment of quality, high-end cosmetics that she'd made sure to keep nice and neat on the table in front of her went airborn, one of her favorite eyeshadow palettes hitting the carpet, the bright colors breaking free from their pans, the powder scattering.