Happy Valentine's Day to all! Now, This addition isn't exactly "romantic" (that one will have to wait until I finish uploading the Fishman Island Arc), and, now that I think about it, it doesn't involve Ms. Valentine's Day. I think I'll probably do that one next year. Instead, I wanted to put out something new for the holiday and this was the next... *ahem* action... in the sequence. If you all want to see something else, leave it in a comment or drop me a PM and we'll see if it gets the (mental) juices flowing. Until then, enjoy this.

And if you don't like Coby fucking around with women who aren't Grace, sorry. This is Canonical. In all fairness, he thought it was a dream and they aren't technically official at this point.

Tags: Threesome, Drunk, Identical Twins, Bondage, Excessive Swearing, Blowjob, Cunnilingus, Spanking, Hair-grabbing, Ahegao, Multiple Orgasms, Double Facial

Time Placement: During the Time Skip

What Happens on Sabaody...

Being drunk was not a state Coby particularly enjoyed, but it was one he'd learned to deal with over the last many months living on the Sabaody Archipelago and working in the Red Ember Bar and Nightclub. The club's owner and resident underground mob boss, Junior, kept a tight ship, but Coby couldn't say the experience was for naught. Every new fight was a new training experience for both his hand-to-hand training and his Observation Haki. For one who wished to be a marine in years passed, his drunken state would have been an embarrassment if not for his usual drinking companions.

The twins, Melanie and Miltia, were beautiful and strong in their own rights and held the same position as the hidden pirate. They were to keep tabs on the club's atmosphere and break up any fights before they started. If a fight was inevitable, they were expected to be the ones to finish it, preferably with minimal damage.

But today was a Sunday, the slowest day of the week for the club and the one day when all three were off duty. They could have gone anywhere else on their day off, but the club was the one place where no slavers of the Celestial Dragons could reach them and they got their drinks half-off.

And drinks were exactly what Coby needed since he'd had a pretty shit week. Rayleigh was gone, off teaching Luffy on the uninhabited island, so of course every piece of metaphorical shit would hit every metaphorical or metaphysical fan on the archipelago. Between running from slavers, narrowly avoiding a Buster Call, almost getting eaten by a whale, taking on a giant centipede whilst trapped on the Sabaody Park roller coaster, stumbling onto a(n unsanctioned) drug sale on Red Ember turf, saving Melanie and Miltia from almost being sold to a king from the South Blue, and doing all this with a persistent headcold, Coby was done to say the least.

His job was not worth 1,500 Beris an hour. Not with the crap he had to deal with.

"Another," the pirate demanded, slamming his mug on the counter. Junior obliged with a swift hand and an understanding nod. The sort of week the now-18-year-old had just been through was exceptionally rare but not totally unheard of.

"This is your eighth drink," the barkeep and underworld gang boss commented.

"Shudup." Coby leaned back, pouring half the mug down his throat, as if that would do anything to fix his slurred speech. "I'm drink on the... Drunk on th... D-Drinking! Drinkin' on the twins' tab. They... *hic* They owe me."

"We all owe you," Junior agreed with no attempt to hide the gratitude in his voice. "Still, you aren't gonna like yourself in the morning."

"Tha's a probem f-for tomorrow me." Coby finished off his drink, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Here," Junior offered, filling the young man's cup with a clear liquid. "Kid, Mel and Mil wanted me to tell you to check in with them tonight. They want to know how much of their money you're spending."

Coby didn't answer right away, bringing the mug to his face. The liquid didn't smell like vodka, rum, or tequila. In fact it smelled like water. Tasted like water, too, not that Coby would complain about that. Junior knew best about this sort of thing.

"Kid, I can handle the club tonight," Junior stated. "Sundays are slow and it's your day off. Go spend the rest of the night in one of the back rooms. You need time away from the bar."

"Ya'know, I'll do that," Coby nodded, pushing himself to his feet. His hands remained on the bar, keeping him from falling over. He froze, his head spinning something fierce, as Junior filled his mug with water once more. Coby shifted his weight to one elbow, the other hand moving to pull the cup to his lips. "Thanks, Junior. You're great. You're a great friend. I really like you."

'Here he goes again,' the bartender thought, his temporary employee starting to list praise and thanks in equal measure. Melanie called him a grateful drunk and Miltia said it's common in abuse victims that don't learn to defend themselves until the threat is gone, not that they've ever taken any psychology classes. Well, they can deal with him.

Embarrassed by the complements, Junior shooed the drunk roset away and watched as he stumbled his way to the stairs. If he fell once or twice, Coby had taken harder hits.

The staff rooms were on the second floor, Coby remembered. It was a fact he'd never forget after accidentally walking into a first-floor room occupied by a couple of patrons in the middle of making the beast-with-two-backs. That that was what those rooms were for had Coby blushing up a storm every time he saw two people step through the swinging doors. It only got worse when patrons started trying to get him to join them. He respectfully declined all of them, unable and unwilling to shirk his work.

Now, however, work was the last thing on Coby's foggy mind, the copious amounts of alcohol that he'd drank seriously inhibiting his judgement skills. Unbeknownst to him, other members of the Red Embers had kept an eye on him, dissuading opportunistic patrons that wanted a shot at the handsome young pirate hidden in plain sight.

Reaching the second-floor door that was painted red and white (as opposed to just red), Coby knocked. Unable to completely control his strength in his state, the door rattled on its hinges.

"Mel!" Coby called, his voice still with a slur. "Mil! You wan'ned ta speak with me?"

"Come on in!" the voices of the twins called, slightly muffled by the door. Grabbing the handle, the pirate pushed it open.

The room was standard like any other in the Red Ember club, the furnishings a soft, muted red. The room was equipped with a queen-sized bed, a nightstand, dresser, closet, and connected small bathroom. A flatscreen TV sat on the dresser as well, but Coby ignored all this in favor of the two occupants.

Melanie and Miltia laid on the bed, dressed in naught but their underthings, white for the former and red for the latter. Their hands were raised over their heads, each handcuffed to one of the bed posts. Miltia made a show of trying to free herself whilst Melanie did not, the image causing Coby's mind to flash back to just the day before when he had to rescue them from the slavers that had gotten the drop on them.

"Melanie, Miltia!" Coby yelled, his surroundings forgotten as he rushed forward, the door swinging shut behind him. He did not carry his swords in the club, though he instinctively reached for them. When his hands felt only empty air, the young man switched gears, grabbing hold of the nearest set of cuffs and ripping them apart with his brute strength. "Don't worry, I'll get you to out!"

"You don't need to worry so much about that," Melanie grinned, her hands stopping his before they could free Miltia. The white-clad girl rose up onto her knees, the height of the bed bringing her chest to Coby's eye level. The intoxicated young man felt his eyes and cock bulge in tandem. Melanie used his hesitation to hug him, burying his face between her breasts. "We wanted to thank you for freeing us, Coby, so we made a deal. We handcuffed ourselves to the bed on the condition that whoever you freed first gets to fuck you first. Then I get to help you dominate Mil since she's still locked up. Sound good?"

"I... But..." Coby tried to complain, but words were hard with the fuzziness of his head. Words weren't the only hard thing, which only served to impede his judgement that much more.

Rather than give him a chance, Melanie bent down, stealing his first kiss from him. Thoughts of a certain redhead flashed through his booze-addled mind for a second before Melanie's roaming hands slid up his chest and to his shoulders, pushing his shirt from his body.

'Fuck, I can't think straight,' Coby mentally swore, leaning into the kiss. Melanie pulled away from him a moment later, both parties needing to breathe. "Is this a dream? I drank a lot, so this is probably a dream. I bet I'm passed out in the hallway again."

Unaware that his last statement had been out loud, Coby allowed the twin's lips to drift down his cheek to his neck. She chose not to correct him, to tell him that this was all real. He would have too many arguments about why this was a bad idea when he so obviously needed relief in some way. Besides, they really wanted to thank him this way.

"Mel," he moaned, the young woman pushing him a step back so she could step off the bed. Her lips continued to glide downward, over his toned chest and hard abs, until she reached the obvious bulge in his shorts. "Holy shit."

"Holy indeed," Melanie gasped, slowly removing the young man's shorts. His cock popped out a scant moment later, proving the bulge had not been a false indicator of size. If anything, keeping it hidden had not done it justice. "This might be the biggest dick I've ever seen."

Miltia, still struggling to free herself, twisted toward her sister's kneeling form. "The biggest...?"

"That happened after eating my Devil Fruit," Coby admitted with an embarrassed blush. "I know it's on the smaller side—"

"You think this is small?" Melanie questioned, subconsciously licking her lips. "I don't know what the rest of your crew is packing, but this is more than enough for me."

The time for words passed, the girl in white leaning forward to kiss the tip. Coby watched her in a daze, intoxicated now by a mixture of alcohol and hormones that made the world simultaneously make all and no sense. Her hands slid over his calves as Melanie eased his cock deeper into her mouth, her soft lips a gateway to the warmth within.

"Fuuuck," Coby moaned, one hand caressing her dark hair as she savored his length. She looked up, her wide eyes suggesting an innocence counter to the skill with which she handled her current task.

They say white is the color of purity, but there was nothing pure about this.

"Mmm," the twin moaned, her hum sending vibrations along the dick in her mouth. Pleasure shot up Coby's spine like lightning, the young man unable to resist. His other hand joined the first on the back of Melanie's head and his hips thrust forward.

The action repeated, the older girl allowing the pirate to facefuck her slowly. Her own hands moved from his thighs, one pulling her bra up to free her modest bust while the other slipped into her panties. Wetness met her fingers as she knew it would, the woman playing with herself.

"I'm so jealous," Miltia whined, unable to do anything other than squeeze her thighs together where she was still handcuffed to the bed. Juices soaked the sheets as she watched one of her most-trusted coworkers manhandle her sister.

Satisfied that they were both warmed up, Melanie placed her hands back on Coby's thighs, pushing just enough for the man to get the message. His hands let go, allowing her to release his cock from her mouth with a POP. With him still unable to form words, Melanie placed a quick kiss on the tip like a parting gift before standing once more and leaning toward him.

"I think you're ready for the main course," she whispered. Each of Coby's senses were in overdrive from the blowjob, but touch seemed to be on the highest level of them all between her hot breath on his ear and the way her chest pressed against his. Her hand drifted over his erection. "Come on, big boy. Let's see what you can do with that monster."

"So this is one of those dreams," the roset muttered to himself. The twin ignored him, easing back onto the bed to give him a full view of her goods. She blinked, however, when Coby knelt instead of stepping forward.

"What are you—? Oh!" she moaned as his hands pushed her panties to the side, his own hot breath now tickling her nether regions. He moved in. "Oh! Oh yes, right there!"

Her fingers tangled into his pink hair, her legs coming to rest on his shoulders. Her breaths came in heavy gasps interrupted by sudden hitches as Coby's tongue worked its way between her folds.

"Holy shit, he's a natural," Melanie panted, her legs squeezing his shoulders. One hand left his hair to play with her own nipples, the added stimulation pushing her closer to a first release. "Fuck, that's so good."

Then the texture changed, the almost smooth wetness of Coby's tongue turning rougher. The added friction pulled at her folds in just such a way that it caused her hips to buck, dislodging him.

"Stay still," the Zoan ordered, his hands rising on either side of Melanie's hips. A part of Melanie's mind that liked being controlled (by someone she trusted, obviously) switched on, a small "eep" of excitement and arousal sneaking past her lips.

Another moan quickly followed as Coby went back to ground, his dinosauric tongue seemingly hitting every nerve inside her. Heat burned inside her gut and the hand in his hair squeezed, trying in vain to pull his face in closer.

"Shit!" Melanie hissed, her body trying to move in time with the ecstasy but prevented from doing so by Coby's strong hands. "Shit! Fuck! Oh, yes, don't stop! Don't you dare fucking stop! I'm so close!"

"Why can't that be me?" Miltia whined, her thighs pressed together as if that would prevent the burning lust in her own core from leaking out. She could do nothing else but writhe with want, unable to touch herself as she listened to Coby rock her sister's world.

Melanie's words cut off in a soundless scream as her back arched, her legs squeezing Coby with all their considerable strength as she finally hit the milestone. Her body shook, convulsing as several waves of pleasure hit her like the ocean battering a cliff. Her chest heaved as she managed to get a quick breath in, her thighs loosening just enough for Coby to shift free. He bent over her trembling form, one hand next to her face propping him up.

"You taste like tequila," he muttered, and Melanie couldn't stop the laugh that burst from her throat. She was pretty sure that was his imagination or the alcohol acting up, but damn if he didn't have a silver tongue that could make something so stupid sound endearing. A silver tongue that just proved it had other skills, too.

"Shut up and fuck me," she said, her shaking legs settling on his hips. The underside of his shaft rubbed against her entrance and, for a moment, she questioned if such a thing would fit.

"Holy shit," Miltia hissed, only now getting to see what he was using from her vantage point. It nearly touched Mel's navel. "That thing could rip us in half."

Well, now it was a challenge.

"Fuck me, Dino-Boy," Melanie ordered again. "Ram that monster inside me until I can't walk. I better be sore tomorrow and it'll be so fucking worth it. Use me. Make me scream."

Coby's hand fisted the sheets beside her face as he bucked his hips, drawing a yelp from the older girl as his cock ran over her folds. She rose her hips in response, trying and failing to line everything up properly.

Taking her words to heart (this was just a dream, after all: Melanie would never actually say that, right?), Coby's free hand came to rest on her abdomen right over where her womb should be. His hand almost reached the full width of her waist and he used that leverage to pin her down and line himself up.

"Fuuuuck," both partners moaned as the roset's organ forced itself into the black-haired young woman's pussy. It shoved her walls apart, her insides squeezing down as if to force him out.

"Holy shit," Coby grunted.

"I've never taken something this big," Melanie gasped. One hand grabbed at the wrist by her face while the other reached for where the two coworkers were connected. The skin there bulged ever so slightly. "Fuck, I'm so full. Now wreck the shit out of me."

Never one to disappoint, Coby gave her what she wanted.

Miltia whined, straining against her bindings as the bed shook with each thrust of the Zoan's hips, the steady, meaty smacks of him coupling with her twin and the noises she made with each movement only making the one denied such pleasure ache for release. Fire burned in her gut as she rubbed her thighs together as, not a foot away, Melanie got the dick they both wanted.

"Dammit, I want a turn," Miltia whimpered.

"C-Coby, stop for a minute," Melanie ordered, the Zoan freezing with every inch of his cock buried in her guts. Her hands, shaky with adrenaline, pushed him away. His cock slid out of her and an overwhelming feeling of emptiness assaulted the young woman. She pushed that feeling down, however, erotic schadenfreude driving her to roll over and move toward her bound twin.

"M-Mel?" Miltia stuttered. "W-What are you doing?"

"Repaying you for the last time we did something like this." Melanie crawled over her red-clad sister, her bare breasts pressing into Miltia's brassiere as she settled. Her legs lifted, shaking her ass toward the lone male. "Oh, Coby~! Come pound me like this. Let's give Miltia a teeny little taste of what that massive tool of yours can do."

"You two are freaks," Coby commented, though his tone indicated he was more intrigued than repulsed. Cementing this assumption, the Zoan repositioned himself, one hand grabbing hold of Melanie's waist. He rubbed the head of his dick against her dripping snatch as she rolled her hips, but his grip on her hips kept her from doing anything more.

He spanked her, the slap echoing through the room as the girl let out a moan from the back of her throat. The pounding of the club's music eked through the walls, but it barely registered to Coby's aroused and intoxicated mind. The head of his dick pushed against her opening but went no further.

"Coby, baby, please don't tease me," Melanie begged. "Take that big cock of yours and ram it deep in my dripping pussy. Make me a bitch like all those assholes out there call me. Fuck me on top of Miltia and make me cum so hard so she can see what you'll do to her soon. I want it! I want it so fucking bad! Please!"

"Your wish is my command," the Zoan grinned, shoving himself inside her once more. Miltia watched her sister's eyes roll as the cock filled her again, the twin releasing a long "yeeessss," at the feeling. Melanie's weight pressed down on her, the force only compounded as Coby gave a hard thrust.

"He's so good," Melanie whispered, her breath hot against Miltia's ear. "He's so big and hard and strong and powerful..."

"Fuck," Miltia whined, trapped in her own limbo between Heaven and Hell as her sister's soft skin slid over her own. Her legs opened, hoping a stray jolt or movement would put pressure on her coiled nerves since she could do precious little with her arms still bound. Melanie's lips found a spot on her collarbone, only heightening her beautiful torture. "Mel, give me a turn. I wanna feel it, too."

"N-Not yet," she answered between kisses. "I'm so close."

Hearing that, Coby moved his free hand to grab her by the hair, pulling her head up. Melanie's eyes crossed as Coby let loose, pounding her like a piston. He spanked her again, the sound echoing thought the room. Her tits swayed with each hit, her hard nipples dancing just before Miltia's face. She bent forward, catching one between her lips.

"Fuck!" Melanie yelped as Coby shifted his angle. A wave of pleasure washed over and through her like a tsunami as she came. The walls of her pussy clutched at the cock inside her. Liquids gushed, rolling down her thighs and into the sheets. Her body shook uncontrollably, the woman panting as she fought to stay conscious.

Coby kept hold of her hair, holding Melanie up as he pulled his drenched dick from her abused pussy. She shivered, the young man gently laying her down on the bed beside Miltia. The red-clad twin's wide eyes darted from her fucked-silly sister to the hard cock that did the deed.

"Do that to me," she breathed, her face flushing.

Coby grinned, hiding the fact that he was at his limit and would need a little time to recover his stamina lest he cum as soon as he entered her. Still, he didn't want to leave Miltia waiting and decided to give her the same treatment Melanie got.

Grabbing the hem of her soaked panties, Coby peeled them off and down her legs before hefting one knee over each of his shoulders. Miltia let out a surprised "eep!" so much liked her sister had before as the man lifted her back off the beg, the soft cuffs straining against her wrists. Coby shifted, getting comfortable as his tongue got to work.

"Oh fuck yes!" Miltia cried, her legs locking behind his neck. "Eat me out, Coby! Taste how fucking horny you and Mel made me! Fuck, I'm gonna ride that cock of yours so fucking good when you let me out of these damned cuffs. Goda!"

Her hips bucked, trying to force Coby's tongue deeper into her canal. Juices leaked from her pussy, running down the Zoan's chest and abs. His arms slid up along Miltia's sides, drifting up her back to find the clip holding her brassiere in place. He fumbled for only a second before it clicked, the young man pulling the red cloth off and flinging it across the room to parts unknown.

With that nuisance out of the way, Coby allowed his hands to grope and fondle Miltia's modest chest while his elbows held the bulk of her slim weight. His fingers rolled and pinched her hardened nipples, each tug and hum drawing a gasp, scream, or whimper from the usually-boisterous woman.

Coby couldn't tell how long it took, but before he knew it, Miltia let out a scream that roused Melanie from her daze. The suspended twin's toes curled and her back arched as her first, long-awaited orgasm hit. Her legs seized, trapping the roset where he was as her body shook.

Unable to move, Coby felt rather than saw the warmth that enveloped his manhood. A glance to the side showed Melanie's cute ass with her torso leading under Miltia. He accepted it, her lips sliding up and down his cock as he kept her sister from falling just above.

Slowly, once Miltia's legs loosened, Coby extricated himself from the bulk of the situation. Melanie whined as he pulled her from her attempt of a meal and stood, breaking the cuffs that still had Miltia stuck to the bed post.

"Mmm," said twin moaned, rolling her wrists. "Thanks. It's time to make good on my promise. Lay down, stud. I've got a stallion to ride."

Unwilling to wait for Coby to comply, Miltia grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him. His knees buckled against the mattress, the young woman quickly straddling his lap. Melanie crawled, draping herself so her hard nipples stuck out to the nerves of his back. At his front, Miltia teased his dick with her lower lips, watching his reactions as her sister's fingers drew shapes over his chest.

"I wanna tease you more, but I can't wait for that monster to be inside me," Miltia said, raising her hips so the head of Coby's cock pushed past her entrance. The pair moaned in tandem as Miltia let gravity slowly impale her. His girth forced her walls apart, every inch constricting around him. "Fuck, Mel. You weren't kidding."

"Oh, yes," her sister agreed, breathing little puffs of air into Coby's ears. "Our sweet, not-so-little Coby is gonna be a bedmate for us pretty often, I think. What say you, Sister Mine?"

Fortunately or unfortunately, Miltia was not in the mindset to play along. Her hands grabbed Coby's, setting his on her tits. Her hips gyrated, bouncing as best to pleasure both herself and her partner.

"I bet she feels amazing," Melanie whispered, grinding her nipples into his trapezius. One hand left his chest, those fingers rubbing her clit to the sound of her sister's heavy moans. "So wet and tight. When we like a guy, our pussies can have some insane grip. We're pretty similar, but our needs are a little different. Remember this, Coby; Miltia likes to set the pace, but she doesn't mind if a strong man like you puts her on her back and blows her mind. Me, though? I like to take it. I'm a power bottom through and through. I don't just let anyone take that control from me. If you can overpower me, though... Well, you'll just have to find out another night."

Miltia's panting grew heavier, her motions more erratic. Coby's hands left her nipples and grabbed her ass. His leverage pulled her chest against his, forcing Melanie to pull away from him lest her arm get trapped. The roset stood, lifting Miltia up where her legs hooked around his waist and her arms clung to his neck.

With a mighty smack, Coby's hands helped plough into her snatch. Miltia bit his shoulder, her lustful whine lost in his clavicle. Unable to do more than hang there and take it, Miltia let him spear her over and over, that welling feeling of release building to a breaking point.

And break it did.

"Fuuuuuuck," Miltia swore as she came, clinging to the Zoan like a lifeline.

Coby would not allow this, however. He was on the verge of climax himself and, despite how much he wanted to just let go, he was still very much lodged balls deep in the cumming twin. He pulled her off as quickly as he could, maybe throwing her a little too roughly on the bed at her sister's knees.

Sensing that the end was here, Melanie knelt next to Miltia so their faces were together. Coby turned, furiously rubbing himself to his finish.

"Uuhhh, yeeeees!" he yelled as the last of his will broke. Lines of cum shot from his tip, painting the girls' faces and tits white with his thick load. Miltia, still recovering from her own orgasm, could not readily respond. Melanie, however, was prepared, opening her mouth to catch as much as she could. Even so, Coby's Zoan constitution caused his load to cover both sisters in a considerable layer of cum.

Panting as the last drop shot, Coby spun, falling back on the mattress. His body ached from the excursion and the drunkenness he'd suffered from was replaced with an overwhelming exhaustion. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the twins licking his load off each other and his cock tried to revive itself at the thought. 'Tried' being the key word as he was utterly spent.

When the girls finished cleaning themselves, they pulled him up so his head rested on the pillows. Miltia settled on his right while Melanie, discarding the garments that did nothing at this point, took his left. Both rested their heads on his chest, listening to his slowing heartbeat as the three drifted off to sleep.

"That was a good dream..." Coby muttered, his eyes flickering as he passed into sweet dreamland.

He would be in for a rude awakening in the morning, but that's another story.

FIN

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