Title: His Hoof Was Where? (It's bad, I know.)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 296
Pairing: None
Notes: This was triggered by another of KyraKitty's drawings. Chopper's excuse is credited to BluePard.
Disclaimer: Not mine
With the looks Nami had been giving him the past couple of days letting him know that she may not have completely bought his plea of 'anatomical research', Chopper knew he couldn't afford to risk making a play for Nami's manga again. However, what little the reindeer had seen before Nami's untimely return had whet his curiosity, and that quick peek just wasn't going to be enough.
Nami couldn't be the only member of the crew with hentai. Hers had just happened to be the only stash whose location Chopper knew. It was a simple matter of finding where the others hid theirs.
Deciding to try Zoro next (because Zoro was the manliest man Chopper knew, so reading his hentai had to have the added benefit of making Chopper manlier), Chopper began observing, hoping for a lead.
Ten days latter, Chopper was wholly disappointed. Zoro never went anywhere wearing that nervous look Chopper expected on someone going to get their secret porn. He was beginning to wonder if he should rethink his plans, when it hit him. Chopper smacked a hoof to his forehead, wondering how he could have over looked something so obvious. Zoro couldn't go to get something that he always had with him!
Chopper waited until Zoro was asleep that night, before creeping over to the swordsman's hammock. When Zoro failed to react to his name being called, Chopper knew it was time to make his move.
With one slightly shaky hoof, Chopper lifted the edge of Zoro's haramaki, using the other to grope around underneath for what had to be there. Maybe they were a little further to the left…
"Chopper?" In the silence of the cabin, Zoro's whisper seemed to be the loudest thing in the world. "What. Are. You. Doing?"