"Neglected girls shouldn't worry. That's what God made sailors for!" - Rasputina
Killer was the first to notice the monster's movements and quickly alerted the others.
"I wasn't expecting this, Jonny-boy" commented Rusla
"I didn't come prepared," said Jonathan
"Yup, now go start a fire so we can burn this thing when we finish."
The rest of the company present held a fighting stance. Beasts and men waited on the first move. Without warning, the thing that had tried to bite Killer's crotch, tried again!
Killer quickly dodged, sparing his manhood.
The thing's mother landed a strike on Killer wounding his arm. Killer counters with a slash at her legs. Kid was out of his element, with very few ferrous metal objects near him, but with the few pieces of ferrous metal he could find, he used them like little projectiles. Along with these makeshift bullets were actual bullets from his pistol and his dagger which he sent flying at the huntress.
Their combined efforts still failed land many hits on the two beasts. The beasts however, managed to land several shallow scratches on the two pirates.
Rusla and Jonathan stood off to the side, observing the beasts' movements.
"It's rare to see one of the adults in action. How swift! But her skin doesn't look very capable of holding moisture, so this battle is doing a number on her, even if they don't land many hits." Rusla remarked.
"Mhm. I can see how this inability to hold water could be a problem. It seems as though every parasite in her body would revolt if she were to keep up this pace. Heh, I already find them revolting," Jonathan replied, tending to a small fire he managed to start with a bit of fuel, coal, and flint.
"Ha. Clever man you are, Jonathan. Clever man. Tell me, how's your wife? How are the kids?"
"She's doing quite well- depressingly charming as usual. She taught the boys to find toads and slugs. They got a little cage now for their-"
"Stop making-" Kid dodged a slash, "-small talk. Rusla, do something-" throws a punch at the smaller beast, "FUCKING USEFUL!" yelled Kid as he managed an uppercut on the mother.
Rusla, Killer, and Kid surrounded the mother and attacked all at once. One of their hits landed, Killer's, so they repeated the attack. This time, the beast's attempt to dodge Rusla attack, resulted in the thing getting punched by Kid straight into Killer's rotating blades.
As the beast's lifeless body dropped to the ground, Kid noticed an unusual bulge in his first mate's pants. "Oi, Killer, is that a dagger in your pocket or do you really find things like this arousing?" Kid asked with a sneer. Killer growled.
Rusla remarked, "What? Are you going to rub off in that thing?" referring to the monster they just killed. "Well, I suppose I can sympathize. I was fighting this bounty hunter once. I could've died when he had me in that strangling hold, but it was so strangely… erotic. I killed the guy, but I won't forget that delicious mix of fear and arousal. Death had held me so very close."
"Ms. Rus, every new thing I learn about you furthers my concern for your sanity" piqued a worried Jonathan who now had a roaring fire going.
To ruin the moment, the ignored beast who watched his mother die without emotion (how cold!) decided to continue going after what he wanted. Once more, he attempted to sink his teeth into Killer's groin, only to be stopped by a kick from Rusla, the only useful thing she manages to do in this fight.
"Goddamn! That smells awful. What circle of hell does this odor come from?" complained Jonathan as he shoveled the bodies into the fire. "Probably the one where the damned are being boiled in their own blood, or maybe the one where they have to sit around in the shit pool."
"Jonathan, you're a fucking nerd."
"Part of my charm!"
"Indeed." Rusla yawned. She was up early. Three in the afternoon is a crappy hour, especially in the summer. It's even worse if you usually wake up around five in the afternoon. "I'm going home to take a nap."
"But you didn't even do anything," snapped Kid.
She yawned again. "That's because you had it mostly under control. Unless I'm wrong, in which case, I worry about my choice to agree to join your crew."
"You're actually going through with that?" asked Jonathan. "Tis a shame."
"Complain to him," said Rusla gesturing over to Kid, "he's my new captain."
"I don't have a death wish."
The group parted when they reached town. Kid and Killer headed to towards the inn, and Rusla and Jonathan went to his place for lunch with his wife.
"I'm surrounded by sexual deviants."
"Don't forget to include yourself, captain."
"How am I a sexual deviant?"
"BDSM is quite the deviation from the norm."
"Tch, not that much of a deviation. At least I'm not fucking corpses."
"I did not fuck a corpse!"
The air surrounding the two pirates was getting rather murderous, so Kid dropped the subject. The day after tomorrow, the crew was to leave in the early morning. Supplies had been racked up, the raid planned, and the ship cleaned up. Rusla seemed like she would make good on her choice to join the crew. As for Killer, Kid hoped the man would keep his peculiar fetishes to himself and not kill any of the girls. If they got a few too many girls on accident, he might let Killer have at them. Maybe.
Kid checked up on the plans to raid the brothel. Rusla took a nap. Killer wandered around town, contemplating the fun in bathing in the blood of virgins. A Kid pirate was complaining against his limp member, spent from so much excitement. Just like our little pirate friend, many poets had been shamed by their members for over indulging. An old man in the street was sweeping the sidewalk. A few degenerates were playing doctor behind a few bushes, only to be caught by an angry neighbor. A sea bird was stealing slices of bread from a blind, old woman who was walking out of the bakery. She paid a little extra to the baker to get a "little extra" from the man with who wasn't too picky. A strange dolphin in the sea, a good distance from Kid's ship, insisted on ramming his snout into the crotch of an unfortunate swimmer. A few marines proved the gay soldier stereotype in the janitor closet over in Marie Jois. All of this led up to the late evening, when most of the crew gathered at Blue Moon.
Rusla was carefully taking count of the alcohol in the bar. She planned on bringing along some barrels of her favorites. The crew probably already had some stores of cheap rum and beer, but her tastes had been refined thanks to her experience in the bar. If she snuck in her precious cargo of alcohol, she wouldn't have to share it with the crew. But all this alcohol takes up space. She'd like to get a good look as to how much space she had. "Che, stuff to do the next day," she thought as she served her crewmates. As the night wore on, her bottom was sore and her head buzzing with gossip, conspiracy theories, and assassination plots. One of which she was hoping to take part of.
The next island, her home island, was a place she wasn't too fond of. The people were crap. The food was crap. The local alcohol wasn't worth a damn. Rusla debated the merits of having a flashback. On the one hand, that would waste a lot of time, but on the other hand, it made her appear to be a whiny angsty brat. Oh well! She felt like wasting time, and hope she could get away with it. Rusla finished up serving the stumbling customers and sat behind the counter. There's no way anyone would notice if everyone's drunk or busy! She remembered the time when she ran away from home. How hard it had been to find food! If she had taken up prostitution, this wouldn't have been such a-
"Rusla, what the fuck? Really. Stop angsting. It's embarrassing to watch. Every time a person angsts, god jacks off onto a puppy's face. So stop," admonished a coworker. "You should be thankful I'm not going to blackmail with this."
"Feh. I'm bored. And I'm not being angsty."
"Could've fooled me."
"Tch. I'll punch your face in."
"Oh hey everybody, look at me! I'm Rusla! I have a sad past and masochistic tendencies that are probably the result of that past! Screw your joy, I'm busy angsting in a corner!"
"Shut it." There was a slight hint of a threat, with an aftertaste of bloodlust.
"Oh, did I hurt your feelings? Why don't you run home and cry to mommy! Oh that's right, she kicked you out of the house! Poor Rusla!"
"That's it Cheryl, you're fucking dead."
The two girls proceeded to have a rather rough catfight. The men witnessing wolf whistled at the girls, and cheered them on.
"Tear her shirt off!"
"And her skirt! Whooo!"
Captain Kid cleared his throat then chuckled. Rusla stopped. Cheryl stopped.
"Oh, never mind me, please continue." Sneered Kid with a lecherous grin. The rest of the crew had their eyes glued to the scene. Rusla's shirt was about to fall off and her hair was a hot mess. Cheryl looked much better with her bra almost off.
"Well, it appears that Rusla won the fight… But Cheryl won our hearts!" Announced a man in the corner.
"Boss, can we go home and change?" Asked Cheryl.
"Yeeeaa- no." The manager added in a whisper "this might improve business."
Rusla shrugged. Cheryl pouted. The manager was right. Business doubled that night.
A many more pinches and wandering hands later, Rusla found herself sitting with the crew.
"I think our captain has made a fine choice!" piqued a degenerate with a mohawk.
"Ha."
"Hey! Can you make your elbows touch behind your back?" piqued another hopeful degenerate.
"Not falling for that."
"Dammit." Sighed the guys at the table.
"Hey Cheryl! Can you make your elbows touch behind your back?"
The rest of the conscious guys in the bar overheard this and started chanting, "DO IT! DO IT!"
"It's only fair. You lost the fight!" added Rusla.
"Fuck you." Cheryl went ahead and pulled her elbows as far behind her back as possible, resulting in her ample breasts jutting out.
"Hey captain! Let's get her to join! She has bigger boobs!"
"Nah." Laughed the fiery-headed captain.
"Tch, one doesn't need boobs to be sexy! Besides, I bet her's are fake."
"ARE NOT!"
"Whatever."
"Demonstrate this sex appeal without massive cleavage please!" asked the mohawk degenerate.
"Tch, you're not the captain."
"As the captain, I ask that you do what he just asked." Sneered Kid. "Besides, you're the new girl. Expect a little hazing. Actually, demonstrate to each member of the crew how sexy you can be without massive cleavage!"
"No fucking way!"
"Denying an order from your captain?" The rest of the crew laughed. "Eh, whatever. Crew, you're welcome to cuddle her the rest of the night!"
Even more groping hands later.
"I'm a dumbass Cheryl. This crew has crazy fucking sex drive."
"They're sailors. What do you expect?" Cheryl wiped down her arm. "At least they didn't vomit or jack off on you."
"Well, I did witness an attempt. At jacking off, that is." Rusla wore a lecherous grin. "Can't say I'd fuck him, but I'm not disappointed. You know I enjoy my popcorn every now and then."
"Ah, that reminds me. The other day, I was at a theatre, and this woman orders popcorn. Except," Cheryl started laughing," except, she said COCKPORN!"
The girls had a good laugh. The night wasn't as crazy as previous nights in terms of the mess. A few dead bodies, a head (thanks Killer), and some spilled alcohol, but not nearly as many dead whores as the last couple of nights. "Perhaps there was some good in walking around in revealing outfits," contemplated Rusla. "Not that it matters. Tomorrow is my last night in this shit hole! I suppose I ought to follow up with that one guy. He had some good ideas for scaring the shit out of the locals of her shit village. A bunch of marines there, and that was a good enough excuse."
After finishing up with cleaning, the girls went home to sleep.
Ooh! Longer than usual here! Critiques on the fight scene are very much appreciated. Critiques in general are appreciated. On another note, don't feel compelled to review unless you found something that sucked. The chart that always increases dramatically on update days already tells me that I have a good handful of readers. I'm not going to spend much time describing Rusla's appearance. I find that the OC's in potentially romantic fanfics shouldn't be too heavily described. You guys have your own vision of who is best off in Kid's pants. As for the timeline, I'm setting this before the crew reaches the Grand Line. It's something I doubt Oda will expand on, so I'll have freedom without the guilty conscience of being extremely counter-canon. I'll probably expand on Killer's necrophiliac tendencies, but if you guys think that's a shitty idea... Well, you know what you have to do.