"Alright, lets get this over with," Nami grumbled as she held me over the ocean of sudsy, bubbling soap. 'Lets not and say we did!' I tried to escape, squirming and whining up a storm, but her grip might as well been iron as she lowered me to my doom.

The ginger haired girl gave a grunt in annoyance, "Come on now. I don't like this anymore than you do, but you reek."

Kicking my tiny legs in panic, I reached for the tub's edges and held firm as I gripped them like my life depended on it. Which in this case it might as well, to me anyway.

"You aren't making it any easier on yourself," she growled, picking me up again and repositioning me so I didn't do it again. I wasn't about to let this advantage slip from my paws so easily so I twisted my long body and grabbed the edges again, she gave a growl at my effort.

This continued for another four attempts, only growing more frustrated at each failur to put me into the sudsy muck of a bath. 'You might as well quit cuz Im nut gunna-'

She suddenly let go of me leaving me to support myself to hold my weight with my skinny legs in a very uncomfortable way. They began to shake and I looked up pleadingly.

"I warned you didn't I," she teased, arms crossed and smiling, waiting for my predictable demise.

She didn't have to wait long. I plummeted into the water, sputtering as I arose again in a frenzied splash. A soaked rag was planted on my head as it began to scrub at my greasy hair. I gave a growl.

She gave an amused smirk, "I told ya, but you just had to make it difficult." I whined when she began to scrub harder, "Wow, you're just covered in grime. Have you been sleeping in trash for the last few weeks?"

'No comment' This was utterly embarrassing. Me, a grown ass man, was getting a bath from a girl who was more than likely a few years my comparison It was like an eight year-old giving a teenager a bath, to me at least, but no matter what this felt weird.

I gave another whine in protest as she worked on my back, "Quite your whining, if your gunna be on this ship you can't reek to high heaven." Who said I ever wanted to even be here? I'm grateful to the bear/deer thing for saving me, but I never wanted to jump aboard this pirate ship of full wackos.

I gave a growl as a question finally began to nag at me; what happened to all my money?! I had enough, I had all I needed to start with my simple little dream untill this was literally thrown at me from nowhere. I didn't even have a single choice in the matter, it just fell in my lap, or forced down my throat if I wanna be darkly specific about it.

First island we get to I'm jumping ship the second we get there. I would have to start all over, but I'll be damned if I can't do it again.

This is when the fiery red-head reached down to scrub a very sensitive place. To say I flipped out would be a understatement. "Hey, calm down! what's gotten into you!"

I squirmed and thrashed in a frenzy, ignoring Nami's angry cries for me to calm down. This is where I draw the line! No one touches my genitals except for me!

She yelled in a frantic panic, "Your going to rip your stitches you damn dog!" Grabbing me by the sides, I was lifted and held tightly to her chest as I continued to squirm, spraying soap and water across the room.

I felt the room spin as she yelped and slipped on the wet floor and fell over on her back to the ground, still clutching me as we both landed.

It took a second, but I was able to regain my balanced as I stood up on all for feet and felt the blood rush to my face when a looked up. Two certain mounds, only concealed by a wet shirt, met my gaze. I hope to god that my fur concealed my tinted cheeks because in between those two mounds was a very angry gaze.

A scared whine left my lips.

Nami was angry, I couldn't see her face but I felt it in her angry strides as she held my at her hip with one of her arms. The rest of the bath was less than stellar and she quickly finished scrubbing me. I let out an apologetic whine as I glanced up from her grasp, maybe if I looked sincerely sorry she wouldn't be as mad at me even though I really wasn't. You don't just grab someones junk and not expect for them to freak out, that was just a natural reaction.

She didn't look at me, Nami only gave an annoyed snort at my whining and continued to wherever we were going. I didn't know the layout of this ship but I knew we weren't returning to the kitchen where everyone else was. Nami walked up to a door and carried me along with her as she went through to a room filled with cargo and barrels before going to a latch in the floor.

Pulling it open, Nami revealed to me a very clean, well furnished room. There was a red couch at the far wall and a glass end-table sitting on a blue carpet in front of it along with a mini bar not to far away in the corner. To the side wall was a desk filled with papers and tools, for what I don't know, and a filled bookshelf sitting next to it. Next to that bookshelf was a closed door.

She set me down on the floor, a bit roughly but that's to be expected, and walked to the other door, "Be a good boy and stay there." She turned around swiftly , giving a warning glare, "And stay off the furniture."

She shut the door behind her and left me to my own devices. I felt annoyance at her actions, not fifteen minutes ago she was told I shouldn't be left alone because I could rip my stitches. Hell, I'm not going to because I'm not some stupid mutt, but she doesn't know that!

I heard a shuffle of fabric behind the door. She's probably changing after I soaked her, wearing soaked clothing on a sailing ship was just asking to get an illness. Or she just didn't want to wear a wet shirt in front of her male crew mates, I was leaning more toward that one. Thankfully I felt no sexual attraction to her since she was young or things would be more problematic.

I heard the latch open behind me, "There you are, I was curious of where Navigator-san took you."

Her on the other hand would pose more of a problem. Robin walked down the steps smiling, as I glanced up at her with my goofy face. Robin was older, a little older than me I would guess, and she just so happened to be very attractive. I will need to be careful around her or else my "attraction" might just so happened to reveal itself.

Why did this have to happen to me?

"Navigator-san, are you here," she called out lightly. I felt a blush rocket into my face as Nami walked back in, shirt still over her head, as she finished dressing. This was gong to be even harder than I thought if this keeps happening.

"Yeah, I just needed to redress because our little guest here," she pointed down accusingly at me, "Decided to make me take a bath with him." Robin looked looked down at me again, small smile still planted on her face, as she gave a chuckle. I lowered my head in embarrassment, whining softly as a sort of apology.

Nami just sighed and shook her head at me, " Anyway, why were you looking for me?" After she asked this a smell finally hit my nose, a smell that made my stomach rumble and mouth drool. What was that amazing aroma filling my nostrils!?

"Doctor-san wanted to make sure that our new pet was fed so he had Cook-san make something for him," she said, lowering a plate to the floor filled with shreds of beef.

hol-ly-shit

I needed no more incentive before I pounced on the beautiful sight in front of me, chomping down ravenously on the meaty morsels. I heard them continue talking but that was background noise more than anything. Besides, this was way more important at the moment.

"Wow he was hungry, he was on it faster than Luffy at a buffet," she turned to Robin, "And he is not our pet."

Robin's smile remained, "Captain-san and Doctor-san seem to think so. They both seem hard pressed on the idea."

There was even bits of vegetables mixed in with this meal that continued to compliment the meat, yeeeees!

Nami groaned at that, "We can't keep Luffy out of trouble, keep pirates and Marines at bay, and take care of a dog with special needs at the same time!"

"You'll never know until you try," Robin laughed, enjoying Namis reaction as she rubbed her eyes tiredly before plopping onto the couch. I felt both there eyes on me but ignored them as I continued to dig into this meaty goodness.

"You couldn't have gotten him something else to use besides our plate? That seems a little gross if one of us end up using it," Robin didn't give an answer to that.

Nami huffed, "Well can you tell me why it looks like the steak he was given looks shredded to goo?"

"Doctor-san didn't want to strain his throat with hard foods, so he had Cook-san cut it up," She answered. "It really tore him up inside to have to rip apart the meal he made."

I licked my chops as the last of the meat disapeared down my gullet and began licking the plate clean. Then I did something I thought I would never do in my right mind. Walking up to Robin, I lightly pawed at her leg and whined, tail wagging crazily on its own. She pick me up and held me at eye level with a soft smile, "Did you enjoy your meal?"

I felt my heart stop as I leaned forward and gave her cheek a soft lick. She chuckled at my affection.

I didn't even think when I did this, it just happened as I did it on impulse.

Like I was a real dog...