"That's because we're also getting stronger!"
You respond.
"But don't worry! Let's go again! Maybe if you tried a little harder you'd win!"

"I'm already trying as hard as I can!"

"Kekeke! Don't worry. You'll figure it out one day!"

Will continues to impotently shriek for a little while longer until he perks up and looks off in the distance. You do the same with Nutmeg following suit a few seconds later and Bullseye speaks up.
"You feel it too?"

"Yeap. We got too caught up in the game."

What your observation picked up was a ship full of people. What's worse is that it's a navy ship. Without your lookout they managed to get dangerously close to you. So close in fact that you could almost make out the faces of the crew. But something's... off. They haven't started firing yet. Indeed they haven't altered their course either and they are heading straight to you. Normally that'd mean they are pretty big badasses but that's clearly not the case here. The ship is quite small, most likely an escort ship in a larger fleet or a scout ship or something along those lines. And it's quite overcrowded. It does not look like it on the surface because only Marines are on deck but below that it's filled to the brim with people. And they are scared. Not the usual "scared of getting jumped by bloodthirsty pirates" scared but more of a "afraid of what tomorrow brings" doom and gloom.

Indeed your suspicions are confirmed when the two ships start sailing past each other. They failed to register your presence up until now.
"Oh shit..."

You lean on the railings of the Dauntless as you look down at them.

>Good afternoon!
>Congratulations! You're being plundered! Please resist!
>Simply glare at them as you sail past. That should spook them a bit.
>Other?

Welcome to West Blue Seadogs, where logic is frowned upon and autism reigns supreme
If you want to have a dumb adventure I'll take your coat
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>>5263170
>Good afternoon!
It's no fun when we know their resistance is shit

>>5263170
>Good afternoon!

>>5263170
>Good afternoon!
They have nothing of value except their reactions. Why not have a beer with them? Give 'em a story to tell.

>>5263170
>>Congratulations! You're being plundered! Please resist!

>Good afternoon!

>>5263170
>Good afternoon!

How do you do, fellow innocent sailors?

Nothing like confusing the heck out of your enemies by being friendly with them!
>writing

"Good afternoon!"

As reality dawns on them and they realize this is not in fact a dream or a nightmare they start giving you those expressions you oh so adore. Shock, fear, panic. It's all so funny to watch how it distorts their faces. Most of them get consumed by it and begin uncontrollably sweating. Only one of them has the presence of mind to raise his rifle with shaky hands. But luckily for him the guy standing next to him is smart and he slowly lowers his comrades weapon with his arm before he could do something incredibly stupid. As his gun toting friend gives him a death glare he speaks up.
"G-Good eve- I mean afternoon, sir!"

"You're giving this scum respect?!"

"SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-Shutthefuckup! Shut up!"

"What are you guys doing here all by yourselves?"

"Oh. You know, just the usual. Returning to HQ and all that."

"That's nice. Hey, what's in your ship?"

"Oh? N-Nothing! Absolutely nothing. We're a marine vessel! We don't carry cargo beyond the stuff we need to operate sir!"

"Really? And all the people down there? Here for the ride?"

"Oh those?! A-ha-ha-haaaa. Those. Yes erm, they are passengers! Just some regular old civilians."

"Hmmmm. Not slaves I hope."

"NO!"
He shouts with all the fervor he can muster.
"Absolutely not! You know slavery is illegal sir! We would never do such horrendous thing! No sir!"

As you continue your exchange with the marine his twitchy buddy has enough.
"What are you doing?! We should be hailing for help RIGHT NOW! Not talk with these-these-"

"Can you SHUT UP for just ONE, SINGULAR SECOND?! I'm trying to-"
You look at the second guy and he promptly starts foaming at the mouth and collapses on the spot. The guy you're talking to seems relieved.
"Thank you sir!"

"No worries. You seem smarter than the rest. I like smart."

"Heh. Well erm, actually I may be a frequenter of your establishment sir. I got my loyalty card right here!"
He flashes a piece of cardboard with a golden sheen. You jump down onto his little ship to check it out from closer. It's genuine.
"Two more visits and I get a free Silver Surprise Deluxe!"

"Hmmmm."
You snatch the card from him real quick. He tries to protest but he clearly knows it's best not to. Then you punch in the two remaining holes for him.
"There! Enjoy! And if you redeem it ask for extra chocolate. Trust me."
You hand the card back to him.

"W-Whoah! T-Thank you sir!"

The remaining marines have mixed reactions to this exchange. About one third of them are outraged that this guy gets special treatment. The rest are outraged that their buddies visit your haven, even though they apparently they said pretty nasty things about it in private. That gets a chuckle out of you.
"No but seriously. What are you guys doing here?"

>>5263261
This guys a smart one. Rare as hen's teeth that, especially in the marines.

He might actually live to see retirement.

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Will then jumps down onto the deck as well to back you up.
"Yeah. Your ship is way too small to be here alone. Did you break off your convoy or what?"

"Erm no."
The guy awkwardly rubs his neck.
"I just told you. We got some people from an island below deck. And the reason why we're using this small ship? This was the only one we could get."
His pulse though high remains steady. He's not lying.

"Okay, what happened?"

"Sigh. I shouldn't tell you this. But what the hell. Not like it'll make things any worse. The truth is that the island we were assigned to guard is... well it's gone. Damn revolutionaries!"

Your ears perk up at the word.
"Revolutionaries? Like the Revolutionary Army?"

"Yes. The bastards managed to successfully take over the island. The people below deck? They are the ones that feared persecution. They'd rather leave everything behind than face those angry mobs. Unfortunately this is the only vessel we managed to save. The rest they torched. Just like everything else government related I imagine. It's a shame but this is all we could do. They caught us completely off guard. So we did what we could. It's better to run away with what we can salvage than to give those bastards more people to take hostage. I mean... officers? Come on!"

"Hmmmm. Which directions did you guys come from?"

"Uh. That a way sir."
He points behind his back. And what a coincidence. That's where you are headed.

"I see, I see. And what are you guys gonna do now?"

"With any luck? Make it to the nearest G Fort without encountering anything bad, or the weather getting worse. But I'm not too hopeful."

"Yeah."
Will nods.
"Your ship is too full. It's almost half submerged. Too heavy. Bobs up and down."

He shrugs.
"Don't have much of a choice now. Gotta work with what we got. Not like we can just dump these people."
True enough.
"Well erm-"
He starts sweating.
"I suppose we should get going now. Wouldn't want anything nasty to show up out of nowhere now would we? Hahahaha!"

>Okay! Have a safe journey!
>Want some help? We got some food and water.
>I'm going to that island. Wanna come with?
>Other?

>>5263272
Did you forget whose in charge of the Marines now a days? The poor man is more likely to get killed his his side then anyone else for having a brain.

>>5263283
>Interview the people onboard, see if they're bad people or not
>If they're good, offer to escort them to a nearby island.
>If they're not, send them back to the revolutionaries

>>5263283
>Want some help? We got some food and water.
We don't really have any beef with the RA so I don't want to bring the marines.

>>5263283
>Want some help? We got some food and water.
This is funny just to fuck with everyone perception of Silver. That said while I don't think it hurts, I don't think it's gonna help much when they more or less inevitably sink.

Dunno what else we can do for em tho, even if we wanted, to far away from Outer Heaven and the fishmen/Crabmonsters

>>5263283
>Want some help? We got some food and water.

>>5263283
>Want some help? We got some food and water.

>>5263283
>I'm going to that island. Wanna come with?
I think the more direct approach is funnier.

>>5263303
I mean worse comes to worse Dauntless could house a few of them, if any of them are actually desperate enough to get on a pirate ship.

It honestly depends on /why/ the RA took over their island. You cant really get a revolution if things are going well after all, at least not a large and competent one.

Some provisions shall be shared with them. Sharing is caring after all
>writing

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"I see. "
You look up.
"Toxin! Bring these guys some snacks and water for the road! You can't sail when you're hungy!"

"Very well."

You return your attention to the marine before turning into a bat hybrid. Your fur bristles and starts to shake. Then you point in a direction slightly off course from where they were heading.
"There is an island that way. Where we come from there is only a sky island. If you go that way you'll avoid the storm that's there. Oh and one more thing."
You fly up and singe their white sails just a little to draw your jolly roger on it.
"And this way nobody will mess with you. Don't worry. The beasties learned to fear it."

The marine exhales with relief.
"T-Thank you! You have no idea how much this means!"
As Gu throws down a large bag of food and water the marines begin whispering among each other.
"Dude! How the hell did you manage to do that?"

"The key is to NOT piss him off!"

"HQ is going to kill us..."

"I'd rather face a court martial than a wet grave. Now tell the cadets to distribute this among the civilians and get back to your posts."
He then looks back to you.
"Thanks. Truly."

"Don't sweat it. But if we ever fight I'm killing ya."

"I know. I'm aware."

You bid them farewell but watch as some of the commoners come up so they could eat in peace. They seem to be quite grateful... and surprisingly well dressed. Nutmeg climbs on the mast and sits down next to you.
"Typical. Rats fleeing a sinking ship."

"Don't be mean. They got their home taken from them."

She grins at you.
"You don't know how this goes do you? Those guys are aristocrats, nobles and craftsmen, the wealthy and the powerful. That's how it always goes. God I despise those Revolutionaries!"

"I don't get it. You hate both of them?"

"Kinda. You see when the Revolutionary Army takes over somewhere it's always the same thing. They spend weeks, months, maybe years preparing to flip the table. Then they incite a revolution, depose the current government which is usually aligned with the World Government and make a new one. But you see, they never say they are there to "fix" things. They just preach change. And by change they mean it's the same thing flipped upside down. Those that were at the bottom become the top, and the top become the bottom. Unless if they flee like these guys. It AAAALWAYS starts out as good. "Ooooh! We're gonna be better! We'll be equal an' stuff!" And it goes well until they realize someone needs to lead things or stuff never gets done, that someone always needs to make the bread that everyone eats. So, they pick the most "worthy" of the position. Those that were there from the start, or those who showed good leadership skills during the revolution. Then it's the people who contributed most. Then the ones that were just there. And that's where problems start. If you were NOT with the Revolution."

"I don't follow."

"I know."
She pats you on the cheek.
"Basically they ask why you weren't there. Did you not know? Not care? Were you "friends" with the oppressors? You could get branded as an enemy. And if you were the enemy? Hooo boy. You'll get to be the main attraction for the day! Revolution is hard work you know and they need to unwind. And they'll do it with some good old fashioned public executions!"

"You're just saying that because you were also important people."

"No. Because I don't fear these jackasses. They don't dare mess with us pirates, only the weaklings that can't fight back and marines if there aren't too many of them. The only real scary thing about them is that they probably have the most soldiers in the world, even more than Mama, Kaido or the WG. Well, some of their officers are alright I guess. But they are still cowards who can't or won't fight you head on."
She huffs and puffs.
"So no. I don't like them one bit. Because I'm a sensible person. Make no mistake. If they ever run out of Governments to fight, they'll turn on the only thing left opposing them. Pirates. Might as well take them out now."

"So what? We take over the island?"

"I don't see why not. It'd be better off in your hands anyway hubby! Show those pathetic posers how you do a REAL hostile takeover!"

"Hmmmm."
Tempting.

You jump down and talk things over with the others regarding the Revolutionaries. Most importantly how you want to even approach the place. Sure, they aren't government types. But that does not mean they are gonna be friendly towards pirates.

>Let's just go there. No need for anything excessive
>Let's try to sneak onto the island and check it out in STEALTH
>Let's start with some bombardment. Better not give them the chance to fire first
>Other?

>>5263361
>Well, let's just check it out for starters. See what's going on over there before we decide what to do.

>>5263362
>Support

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>>5263362
Basically yeah.

Besides to Nutmeg they may seem like an upcoming threat but to Silver a world united against him is basically Tuesday. He's grown up with the world ignoring him, now it fears him, and if it comes down to a fight then he'll damn sure either win or do so much damage that the world would take centuries to heal.

>>5263362
Supporting

>not going in guns blazing
y'all are no fun

>writing

>>5263403
Spooky please, a gentleman always starts with foreplay.

>>5263404
...
interesting choice of words
are you psychic?

>>5263405
Well that explains the voices...

In the end you saw no reason to act out. As far as you are concerned the Revolutionaries, misguided and dumb as they may be, are no more or less of a threat than literally everyone else. So as long as they don't open things with hostilities neither will you. Besides, if you've learned anything in your adventures it's that it pays to give things a more thorough look before you start smashing things. If only to determine who can be safely smashed.

With full sails you head for your destination and in about an hour you reach the island. But well before you even set foot on it the smell of gunpowder and ash hit your nose. There was conflict here not too long ago. The fires may have died out but it's still fresh enough. But the sounds? The sounds were something entirely different. Winds carry songs of merriment and the laughter of those who just went through quite a bloody ordeal. Relief and the rush of excitement mix into something truly exquisite. The feeling of triumph, of victory. The marines were not lying at all.

Eager to see the handiwork of the revolution up close you order your crew to take you to port. Much to your surprise you don't get attacked by anyone. Either they don't care about you being a pirate or they are too busy celebrating their successful takeover of the island to notice your arrival. Whichever it is you don't complain. A few rugged and clearly inebriated individuals welcome you to the island with their weapons readied. They are dirty, disgusting and their cheeks are flushed with blood. Must be soldiers who participated in the fights.

"You guys are pirates?"
They can't seem to tell at a glance, suggesting that they may be quite drunk.

"Yeap."

"Look pal. We're really not in the mood to fight anymore. So why don't you just behave yourselves so we can get back to partying?"

"Aye aye sir!"

"Hic. Good. Welcome to uh. Uuuuh- what are we called again?"

"Beats me. Come on. Let's open another bottle!"

The guards return to their important business, leaving you all alone.
"God bless the working class!"
Jaws smirks.

"Kek! Let's go guys! I wanna see just what these guys managed to make here!"

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The brick walls and the roads of the city carry the fresh scars of battle. Burn marks and smoking piles betray where there were violent fires not too long ago. And despite wine flowing freely in the streets it is precious little to mask the scent of blood. It's not much by your standards. By god it's probably nowhere near the amount that's casually shed in Outer Heaven every day. But it's clear that this was far from a peaceful change in leadership. This thing was violent and both sides likely paid the price for it whether they were revolutionaries or marines.

You ask the others how come the WG tolerates such blatant insubordination. They explain to you that much like how the united kingdoms of the government those tied together by the revolutionary army watch out for each other. These free nations will lend aid to one another just like if they were members of the government. Maybe even more so because they don't have a third party like the Navy to do all that stuff in their stead. And well, there is simply a lot more of them than the marines. Sure, they could start Buster Calling every island that broke free but that takes us back to the old "rock paper scissors" dilemma of the New World. You move to take out one enemy and all the others will line up to stab you in the back.

But finally after quite a bit of walking you reach the center of the city which has been engulfed by a grand festival held in celebration of their new independence day. Those who fought long and hard for this victory are now enjoying the fruits of their labor, alongside the ones that supported them. It's quite hard to distinguish between the soldiers of the revolutionary army and every day citizens who simply picked up arms for a cause they believed in. Maybe that's what all of them are, and some simply stuck with the cause for longer. But there is one peculiar group of people who are definitely not from this island.

You've seen a few of them before but definitely not this many at once in one place. They are dressed in queer clothing with no regards to fashion, good taste or gender conformity. Men wearing expensive furs, makeup and high heels. Women with their hairs cut short wearing regular pants and shirts without any unnecessary or gaudy accessories. The Okama. There is a LOT of them here. Though some of them are spread out into the crowd most are congregated around a single area, in the center of which is... well. Something that you fail to find the words for.

There it, for that's the only adequate word to describe it, is a large "man" with a humongous head, short stubby limbs and a potbelly. All encased in a form fitting pink and VERY revealing bodysuit and in a thick layer of make-up that leaves behind a thick cloud every time he moves even a little. But most disturbing of all, he's strong.

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It began singing.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mysi4VZn_Xo

"ROCK ON IVA-SAN!"

"PRAISE THE OKAMA KING IVA-SAMA!"

You glare at this most queer of displays.
"King?"

"Emporio Ivankov?!"

"You know this thing Spider?"

"Everyone does. He is a commander of the Revolutionary Army serving directly below Dragon. What is he doing here?!"

The bulbous creature stops its infernal singing and grabs the microphone to get the audiences attention.
"Thank vyou everyone! Thank vyou! It is truly an honor to be here! For Vi, Emporio Ivankov am only happy if I can see vyou beautiful little creatures with your wishes fulfilled! Now feast vyour eyes on this marvelous display! LOVELIES! Bring in the pigs!"
What you see next makes your eye snap open. A long line of people bound in chains in brought in. Their necks are tied to a long metal pole and their arms are bound to the legs of those in front of them in the line. Forced to crawl on all fours the people are paraded around like some sort of circus attraction.
"AREN'T VTHEY JUST CUTE?!"

As the Okama King continues his performance Jaws quickly turns to you but it's too late.
"SOMEONE STOP SIL-"

You're already off. Soaring through the air you've wound up a powerful kick and are about to take that hideous things head off.
"What?"
It speaks as you he barely manages to cross its arms in front its face to block your leg.

"IVA-SAMA!"

"V-Vi'm gonna... Vi'm gonna fall! NOT!"
In a shocking turn of events the Okama manages to repel your attack with relative ease. His stance betrays his combat proficiency.
"Hmmmm? Now who are vyou? A feisty one for sure. But vyou are a little late from the party. No matter. What's one more display?!"

His fingernails turn into elongated needles as he attacks. You raise your arm to block his offense. His concealed weapons barely manage to pierce your skin.
"Is that all?"

"Just vyou wait!"
Suddenly you feel woozy.
"Emporio Onna Hormone!"
You feels something invade your body as his nails pump some sort of liquid in you. Your vision goes blurry and you feel strangely weak. Impossible! You should be immune to poisons! Suddenly the horrid monster withdraws his needle claws from you.
"There!"

Strength leaves your body and you fall on all fours. Beneath you is a pool of your own sweat. There is a reflection in it.
"Oh great. Now I'm poisoned AND some strong looking lady is gonna kick my butt. Wait... M-My voice. What happened to my voice?"
It's quite a bit higher than before.
"Oh. Oooooooooooooh. Fuuuuuuuuudge."

"My oh my. Vyou've become a pretty one! HEEEE-HAAAAW!"

Aaaand that's the end of that for today.
Have fun untangling this mess
Have a good night!

We'll probably meet again at the weekend

>>5263499
B-Bros...?
SON OF A-

>>5263499
Oh this is going to be hilarious.

See ya later boss.

>>5263507
I mean lets be fair the fact that Silver is an innie instead of an outie now won't really bother him all that much.

What'll really annoy her is how off balance she'll be with the gigantic funbags on her chest now.

Also I'm pretty sure we can just run this shit out of our system if we go full burn on our metabolism, they are artificial hormones after all.

+1 if you want me to write an omake about Silver getting an Otome Harem in the aftermath of this.

>>5263498
Marcy creaming her panties right about now

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>>5263498
How repulsing, clearly the answer is to kick it's ass until it turns Silver back.

Who knows this might be how Silver breaks through his block, since with the sexual dimorphism of Bats, the females are usually larger, so Ivan may have just given silver a power boost...

>>5263664
Oh my god
He turned silver into an amazoness

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>>5263664
>silver after being turned into a chick

Gotta feel bad for Ivankov though. He's pretty much marked for death at this point. Chaining people up and trying to tell Silver what to do down to the biological level? That's a paddlin'.

Really though since Silver was suffering from childhood malnourishment maybe this huge fucky wucky with his hormones will help balance out how fucked up they already were from all the abuse he took in his formative years. This might have been the most unusual sexual medicine I've ever seen.

I get dragged away and miss a session and what happens? You lot managed to turn Silver into a woman!

That said, I had entirely forgotten how much I disliked Ivankov; Self absorbed, casually cruel and with an infuriating (voluntary) speech impediment and mannerisms. Well done!
That said I do suppose he just sealed this islands fate, if there's anything left standing once we're done it'l have Silvers flag on it.

Also
>"My oh my. Vyou've become a pretty one! HEEEE-HAAAAW!"
>Turns into a giant bat monster
>"I take it back."

>>5264158
Chaining people up and then telling Silver he's gonna join them if he looses ("what's one more display?!", man didn't just fuck up. He pressed all of the big red buttons.

>Self absorbed
>casually cruel
>with an infuriating (voluntary) speech impediment and mannerisms.
You just listed all the reasons why I love Ivankov. Him and Bentham are pure kino and a joy to watch. Though sometimes I admit Iva hams it up a bit too much. Like when he goofed off against Akainu. Kind of a tonal whiplash but whatever.

I do genuinely like the okama, whether as a running gag or when they are actually fleshed out characters with personalities. Iva, Bentham... Crocodile
All good in my book

>>5264373
*Luffy's mom

>>5263540
+1

>>5264373
>>5264195
>>5263498

How angry will Silver be when he realizes without his penis he can't play his new favorite game with his wife. God after this I would be surprised if he doesn't kill them all.

I am a bisexual woman and I am sincere that there is no comparison of the real thing to a toy. the real always wins in sensations and texture unless you like the impossible size

>>5264611
I suppose Silver would do what Silver always does; Apply gratuitous amounts of violence. Ddoubly so since not only has he found someone worthy of his less then tender attentions, but its someone who can fight back!
I can't help but wonder if there's been just a smidge of foreshadowing at work here, the marine with his "The key is not pissing him off" and Hagetaka back on Skypeia "Be grateful for your weakness, otherwise you would be severely injured"
I do wonder if it'l be be confined to just the two of them going at it or if it'l turn into a big ol' brawl... Any bets on Koala and her Silver-shocked friend being present and about to notice the batmonster ruining their victory celebration? Again.

Still, the one in the worst spot is probably Marcella at this point, now even Silver has bigger tits then she does... Poor girl.

>>5263498
Silver be looking damm nice yo, but that fag just signed his death sentence

Silver's about to see if it's possible to beat a man to death with his newly grown tits.

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Saturday 15:00 GMT is when the next session shall be held

>>5264611
>woman

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There is an uproarious laughter coming from the crowd as well as much whistling. Though you still feel disoriented the looming threat posed by the Okama and the annoyance from the crowd pushes you to get back on your feet, which is easier said than done. You stumble like a newborn fawn. It feels like you forgot how to walk. No wonder as your body underwent some DRASTIC changes. Your arm is more slender and your shoulders narrowed quite a bit. Most of your muscles seemingly atrophied, the only reason your old clothes are not sagging terribly is because of the erm, padding. Your chest feels like someone strapped a pair of weighty melons to them and you can hear the buttons on your shirt struggling to keep them contained. One but needs to look at the massive gaps between the buttons to catch some cleavage. Things are not much better below that with your narrowed down waist and wide hips which give you an hourglass figure. And your butt got fatter.

"H-How can something be top and bottom heavy at the same time?"
The high pitched voice coming from your mouth catches you off guard again and you impulsively start coughing to clear your throat to no avail. It's no use. You can't stop it.
"What the hell did you do to me dude?!"

"Dude?"
The Okama seems offended as he cocks an eyebrow at you.
"Vi am not a "dude". Vi am Emporio Ivankov! King AND Queen of all Newkamas, Revolutionary Commander, Master and Mistress of Aesthetics, Grand Master of Newkama Kempo AAAND eater of the Horo Horo no Mi, making me a Hormone Human! My gender is ever flowing like the water! Ephemeral like the moon! I am NOT a DUDE! For you can't fathom what's in my pants!"

"Hormone human?"

"Indeed boya!"
He-She-It chuckles.
"Or should I say girlie now? For indeed that is what you are now! With my magnificent power over hormones I can change the human body any way I see fit! Hee-Haw! Man into woman? Woman into man? Some combination of both? ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE BABY! And what a hottie you turned out to be! Much sexier as a girl! Even though I prefer the cute ones there is nothing wrong being a bombshell either!"

"What are you stupid? I'm not a girl! I'm a guy! You're the girl you big sissie!"

"GAAAAAAAAASP! WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!"

"You heard it!"

"OH REEEEEEAAAAALLY?! Well mister manly man! Why don't you take a peek in your pants if you don't believe me?! We'll see how you like that!"

"FINE!"

With one hand you pull on your pants which is easier said than done because it feels like someone vacuum sealed your butt into it, whilst with the other you try to push the big mounds that are in the way aside. Ivankov and most everyone else shrieks as they cover their eyes, though they all slide their fingers aside so they can take a peek.
"W-W-W-What are vyou doing vyou dirty girl?! This is not the time OR the place to do that!"

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"SHADDUP!"
Finally you manage to take a look aaaaaand it's not there. Your singular eye bulges out in surprise and you can neither swallow nor spit from the shock, just smile nervously. Rummaging in your pants like someone who lost their car keys you conclude that you did no accidentally tuck them between your legs, nor did you misplace them in other ways. And in their place is what, well what Nutmeg has between her legs. Your hands shake as you pull them out.
"M-My weener. MY WEENER IS GOOONE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"HEEEE-HAAAW! Just as Vi told you! Vi am a miracle worker! Vyou have lost your treasure, vyour pride as a male! But worry not. For vyou have a wonderful life to look forward to! Once vyou mellow out without all those pesky male hormones in vyour system vyou'll be able to live a very fulfilling life! Vyou may find the love of vyour life, a nice, handsome man who'll make a proper woman out of vyou! Vyou'll settle down in the country side, bear many children with those gorgeous hips of yours and vyou'll make vyour husband very happy! Mmmfufufufufu! I'm almost jealous!"


"GIVE IT BACK!"
Without any wind-up, warning or anything that could give it a chance to defend you kick Ivankov in the balls. For indeed that's what HE has between his legs. If the crunching sound is any indication. He falls to his knees and starts spewing rainbow colored vomit from his mouth. This time he's not acting.

"BLEEERGH!"

"IVA-SAMA!"

"Gonna whizz red..."

But that was very disappointing. You put quite a bit of power into that kick but it did not manage to take him out. Hell you doubt his balls suffered any permanent damage. It hurt a lot, sure. But it was far from what you expected.
"Stupid fat butt..."

As Ivankov gets up and wipes the filth from the corner of his mouth he reapplies his lipstick menacingly.
"Vyou... I see vyou need to be disciplined some more! DEATH! WINK!"

The Okama winks at you with such power it sends out a thick cloud of his make-up which hits you like a brick wall and sends you flying. Normally you could withstand such a thing but with your current balance? Not a chance. As you're flying through the air you hear Murray shouting from within the crowd.
"NOW WILLIAM!"

Bullseye swoops down with his sky walk and catches you mid flight.
"Gotcha!"

"LET ME GO! I'LL KICK HIM IN THE NUTS!"

"Not the way you are you don't! You barely cracked his nuts! And look!"
Glancing over the boys shoulder you see that not only did the Omakas mobilize but so did the more strong looking revolutionaries. You are quickly getting surrounded.
"We need to run. Now!"

>No! You want to fight! You need to fight! He took your weener!
>Begrudgingly accept. Stupid girly body.
>Other?

>>5267052

>No! You want to fight! You need to fight! He took your weener!
>FULL TRANSFORMATION

I'MMA KILL HIM!

>No! You want to fight! You need to fight! He took your weener!

>>5267052
>No! You want to fight! You need to fight! He took your weener!
We can also change shape, and maybe a bat will feel more familiar? Either way this is the first proper fight we've had since we left Candyland, and there's no way we're gonna let a pair of tits get in the way of that!

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>>5267057
Release the KRAKEN

>>5267057
now it's time for ivankov's biology lesson: often times in nature the females are the ones you should fear
because they tend to be QUITE A BIT BIGGER

>>5267052
>No! You want to fight! You need to fight! He took your weener!
This just won't do, at least give the weener back! Family jewels!

>>5267052
>No! You want to fight! You need to fight! He took your weener!

RECLAIM YOUR COCK

>>5267052
>>No! You want to fight! You need to fight! He took your weener!
So we'll take his and have Stirches sew it on us!

Well now. I was hoping y'all would get the memo. But this is also fine. It'll be fun!
>writing

Now bust out the dice!
3d10-2!, best of 3, DC 22, crit 25

>>5267052
>>5267057
Full transformation time fuck this person

Rolled 2, 9, 5 + 2 = 18 (3d10 + 2)

>>5267118
>get the memo
No, apparently YOU didn't get the memo!

He took our boy, spooks! He took him away in the prime of his life!
If we don't take a stand here and now, how can we call ourselves men?!

Rolled 10, 5, 7 + 2 = 24 (3d10 + 2)

>>5267118

Rolled 7, 3, 2 + 2 = 14 (3d10 + 2)

>>5267118
We didn't bring our memo reading people with us today.

Rolled 2, 1, 4 + 2 = 9 (3d10 + 2)

>>5267125
wait a minute, please ignore this

>>5267122
>>5267123
>>5267125
Well apparently adding a -2 to the options field does not register. Weird but interesting
Anyway the actual results are
>14
>20
and >12
Ouch. One of those would've been a success

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You struggle against the boys hold and even resort to punching him. However he's dead set on stopping you from going ballistic. Unfortunately for everyone involved you do have means of forcing him to drop you by biting him. Will screeches as you sink your teeth into him and freaks out just long enough for you to turn into a bat and slip out from his hold. Laughing to yourself mid flight you head right on back for your round two.

As he sees you landing in front of him Ivankov stops his pursuit and tries to catch his breath.
"Phew... Vi see... Vi see... Oh lord I'm gonna throw up again. Vi see that vyou decided to fight like a man instead of running away! Normally Vi'd commend you for fighting like a man. But now it seems more like vyou are just coping."

"Shut your big stupid mouth! I'm gonna start kicking your butt now and I'm not stopping until you give me back my weener!"

"That's not gonna happen girly! Oh Inazuma~!"

From the crowd that's rapidly encircling your comrades a figure jumps out wearing an outfit that's split down the middle with one half being white and the other being orange.
"At your service Iva-sama."

"NO!"
You shout.
"I'm here to kick YOUR ASS! GET THAT SHIT OUT OF HERE!"
You wind up and throw out a punch with enough force to send it out flying. Unfortunately however one of those bothersome bags of fat swing in the way and you accidentally smack it, prompting a whimper from you.
"OW!"

What's more is that the blastwave is quickly stopped when the road flips up from the ground and intercepts it. As the dust clears you see this new Inazuma person with his hands replaced by scissors, most likely a Devil Fruit ability. Also somehow between now and the explosion he also changed his gender from male to female.
"Iva-sama! I took care of the attack for you! Shall I move on to attacking him?"

"Mmmfufufufufu!"
Ivankov chuckles.
"No Inazuma! That's good enough! Stay on the defensive. Don't let this bad little girl misbehave! Wouldn't want our lovely allies getting hurt from her temper tantrum! And besides... she's frighteningly strong even now. She managed to take my Death Wink and barely got hurt by it. Vi fear Vi may have to take him seriously."

"Oh me, oh my! Please do be careful Iva-sama!"

"Don't worry. Vi will!"
Ivankov then steps up as you're still rubbing your hurty breast.
"It appears that you're having trouble fighting deary. Let me help you! Don't worry. Once you come to terms with your true self you'll feel all better. Truuust me! Here, I'll show you how!"
His fingers extend into needles again and he jabs himself in the ribs with them. The noises he makes are quite sexual as he transforms, becoming more slender and curvaceous in the process.
"Aaaaaaaaah. There!"

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"Oh?"
You stop holding your chest as you see her approaching you.
"Finally decided to come fight me? About time!"

"That's right. Come on!"

Not wasting a second you charge the feminized Okama and start off by drawing your weapons. Your fists might be misbehaving but a sword cuts the same way regardless of who wields it. With his head reduced he's likely unable to do that winking thing again so you attack him head on. That turned out to be a mistake.
"Silver Style: Silver Razor!"

"Newkama Kenpo: Aesthetic Art #44 Secret Technique - Dream-Strike-Condemn-Reverse Fist!"

You slice with your vibrating sword, ready to cleave this clown in two but she starts rapidly throwing jabs at you over and over again. It's kind of reminiscent of Goofys rapid punches but done with the fingers stretched out. She actually manages to contend your swing and follows it up with so many strikes your sword bounces off of him, making you stumble. Taking her chance Ivankov pushes onward and goes on to hitting you in the face with the same technique. Slipping out and sliding to the side you take out your rifle and aim at her but she stomps on the barrel with her high heels, forcing the gun down. It does blow a hole in the ground which if nothing else gets you some space. But it's becoming apparent that despite the queer look and the stupidity of the whole situation this Okama is a fierce fighter.

"Mfufufufu. Have you figured it out yet girly?"

"Y-Yeah."
You stab the ground with Argent and use it to stand back up. He did loose a lot of his bulk and as a result, a lot of strength with that transformation. But unlike you she is perfectly comfortable fighting in a female body.
"But I can change my body too you big fat stupid okama!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IYOf5DPBX8I

Growling you change shape, turning into your hybrid form. You grow and grow and grow well beyond the norm, becoming a head or two taller than usual. Something's off. A heat flushes your whole body. Blood rushes to your head and you start feeling angrier by the minute. With bloodshot red eyes and a mouth overrun with saliva you roar and charge the enemy. Ivankovs stops being playing and shouts an order at Inazuma.

"WALL! NOW!"
He then quickly stabs himself with his fingers again, reverting back to a male form.
"Emporio Face Growth Hormone!"
His head grows to an unnatural size, becoming twice as big as the rest of his body combined.
"HELL WINK!"

He winks and the resulting blast clashes with your punch, stopping it completely. He then jumps over your fist and winks again, sending you flying back. You hit your head in the ground a few times as you roll backwards, enough to revert your transformation.
"U-Ugh. My head. W-What just happened?"
You reach up to touch your pounding head when you notice something that makes you stop.
"M-My nail! My nail broke! WEEEEH!"
You start crying.

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"HEEE-HAW! Did vyou see that my lovelies?! Not even a beast like that can pose a challenge to moi! Vi must admit Vi may have made a bit of a mistake for Vi did not realize vyou were a zoan user. But it appears even that's not a biggie when even vyour mind has turned against vyou! Mfufufufufu!"

Realizing what you're doing you shake your head and try to ignore your chipped nail as much as possible.
"Fudge! What am I doing?! GRRR!"

As you stare down your opponents you hear some explosions and screams of agony. Ivankov also looks in that direction and gives his henchman an order.
"Inazuma! Vi'll handle this. Go call for reinforcements. The quicker we wrap this up the better."

"I already called them Iva-sama. They are on their way!"

"Oh... Good job buddy! Vi knew Vi could count on you! Then be a dear and help our tomboy and femboy pals!"

"Understood!"

"Well girlyboy, it's just the two of us now! May I have this dance my lady?"
He's very clearly taunting you. This is bad. He's not intimidated and things are getting worse. Now even your brain is doing funky things.

>"Fine! NO MORE NICE SILVER!"
>Time for ol' reliable "run away so you can fight later" trick
>Other?

>>5267203
>BOYS! DOGPILE THIS MOTHERFUCKER!

>>5267203
>>Other?
turn up the noise via liberal application of SHOUTING in hybrid form

>>5267203
>>"Fine! NO MORE NICE SILVER!"

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>>5267203
>"Fine! NO MORE NICE SILVER!"

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD

>"Fine! NO MORE NICE SILVER!"

>>5267203

>"Fine! NO MORE NICE SILVER!"

KILL THE FAGGOT

>>5267203
>Time for ol' reliable "run away so you can fight later" trick
I kinda think self preservation is in order now

>>5267203

>"Fine! NO MORE NICE SILVER!"
>"Hey gang, I've gotta chat with fat face for a little while, so go have some fun." hve the crew wreak some havoc

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>>5267203
>>Time for ol' reliable "run away so you can fight later" trick
We can't just punch our own ovaries into being awesome we need to reconveen. Need a training montage with the girls about dealing with all this feminine bullshit.

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>>5267203
>But it appears even that's not a biggie when even vyour mind has turned against vyou! Mfufufufufu!"
Ivankov did you not know Silver is his most dangerous when he turns that shit off?

>>5267213
and distrubingly out of character. if self preservation mattered, we wouldnt have tried to have a staring contest with the man made of light.

>>5267218
Blame it on female hormones.

>>5267203
>"Fine! NO MORE NICE SILVER!"
Something something, Hell hath no fury like a woman scorn. And now Silver is a women! So...We won't ever learn, will we?

>>5267203
>>"Fine! NO MORE NICE SILVER!"

>>5267220
Of course not, now be a dear and grab the brain damage helmet.

>>5267203
>>Time for ol' reliable "run away so you can fight later" trick

sigh sometimes I do regret making Silver a brainlet
>writing

now let's see if you'll do any better
Just roll 3d10. I'll subtract 3 from the first 3 results
dc 22, crit 25

>>5267251

Rolled 7, 8, 3 = 18 (3d10)

>>5267251

Rolled 10, 3, 2 = 15 (3d10)

>>5267251

Rolled 4, 8, 8 = 20 (3d10)

>>5267252
>>5267251

dammit did it wrong

not good, not good

>>5267261
Turns out Silver's power comes from his golden balls.

>>5267261
we’re not getting our cock back, are we?

>>5267268
Nah its just the fact we're using unfamiliar hardware. It's like trying to box when you're used to wrestling.

>>5267271
That sounds like something that a loser that admits defeat would say

Rolled 3, 4, 6 = 13 (3d10)

>>5267251
Man this shit easy why everyone havin so much trouble rollin a 30?

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"Ptoe!"
You spit on the ground.
"That's it fatty. No more nice Silver!"
Taking a deep breath you shout to the heavens, loud enough to overcome the sound of the battle.
"EVERYONE! DESTROY THEM! THIS IS AN ORDER!"
The violence escalates at your words. Your crew have been playing nice up until now. That is no longer the case. Blood is now drawn and the Revolutionaries start fighting equally as hard, fearing for their lives. You then return your attention to Ivankov and flash your teeth at him.
"All this fancy talk. My body not listening to me? It's MY BODY! It does what I TELL IT TO! AND I'M TELLING IT TO KILL YOU!"

"My. What fiery passion. Even though I burned myself quite badly before I still enjoy lovers with some heat to them! COME ON GIRL!"

"I'll show you hot! Silver Shift: Melchahim!"
Your hair grows out, longer and longer. And eventually sparks begin flying off from the tips.
"Rahabim?! OH COME ON! That's not what I wanted!"

"New Kama Kempo: 44 - Aesthetic Technique... Laser Surgery Fist!"
Ivankov attacks you when you're not looking and his nails grow out super long. He attempts to slice you to ribbons but thankfully you are plenty fast to dodge the attack. And good thing too because the nails cut through stone like butter.
"Hmmm. Fast. Then how about- Emporio Tension Hormone!"

He stabs himself with those freakish nails again and he gets fast. Fast enough to keep up with your enhanced speed. Delivering slash after slash he chases you, turning walls and even entire buildings into confetti. Thankfully the one thing that's still working as it should be is your Haki which makes taking one of those nail attacks less deadly than they otherwise would be. But with his own armament empowering them they are plenty dangerous still. You try to hit him back with legs, fists even your sword and your jezail. But all you manage to do is shoot his big afro once. Even then the bullet bounced off of it like it was a slab of steel. Sooo much hair setting lotion. But all that does confirm one thing. He's good. Really good.

Breaking away from the combat you jump onto one of the nearby buildings and look down at him to assess the situation.
"Pant. Pant. I know I said I wanted a good fight... but I wanted someone cool."

"OI! What did you just say?! I'll have you know you brat that you won't find a cooler cat than me at any of the nine seas!"
Ivankov seems genuinely insulted.
"The nerve! Vyou are just the kind of person I hate the most! Egotistical little pirates who think they are the next big thing but have nothing to show for it! I am a commander of the Revolutionary Army! I tangoed with Admirals that could eat you for breakfast buster! GANMEN SPECTRUM!"
Ivankov jumps up in the air and begins moving so fast it looks like there is 30 of him all at once.
"GALAXY WINK!"

"RED VOICE!"
You focus intently and start dancing between the deluge of winks. Thanks to your superhuman senses and your speed even when you trip over your own leg due to your messed up balance you still only take grazing hits. You suspect if one of those actually hit and the others followed up you'd be in a world of hurt. But the building you were standing on crumbled into dust. Ivankovs barrage ends and he seems to be quite winded from the exertion. Or from that speed boost he gave himself.
"Pant. Pant. Take... that... stupid... okama... didn't even hit me!"

"Pant. Vi see. Unfortunately yes. However Vi think Vi did a pretty good job of tiring you out! HEEE-HAAAW!"

You pant and look down at your shirt. It's drenched in sweat. Your breathing is heavy and it's readily apparent for everyone who simply glances at your chest as it keeps puffing out with each painful breath. As this becomes apparent to you your head starts pounding. Something's wrong. Very, very wrong. Finally you figure out the problem. Despite trying all this time to cancel the Rahabim you simply can't. And it's eating up your stamina. Quickly you start rummaging in your pockets for a dose of Second Wind. But as you raise it to your mouth your vision grows dark and your hand numb. It falls from your grasp, hitting the floor and you follow it like a bag of bricks. After kissing the pavement you can still hear some muffled voices before completely passing out.
"Phew. Finally. Tenacious bastard. Oh! You guys! You're finally here! Quick! Help me clean up this mess!"

You awaken god only knows how much time later bound in chains. The thought alone could make you have an aneurysm, were it not for the fact that the chains are made of sea stone which sap even your desire to live.
"Uuuuuuuuuuugh... where am I?"

"In jail! Idiot!"

"H-Hook?"
Despite wearing the same bindings as you the navigator is still quite mad. The other girls are also in the same cell with you but they feel much less chatty.
"Did we... win?"

"What do you THINK?! After you took your little beauty nap we had to surrender!"

"Wah? Why?"

"BECAUSE YOU MORON! They had you by the throat! They said if we don't put out weapons down they'd kill you on the spot!"

"Uuuuuugh. You should've fought..."

"Nobody is dying for your sake dumbass! Not when we have a chance of getting out of this safe. Thankfully that stupid orange bitch of yours is still here. What's her name? Panda?"

"Koala, Miss Pesca."

"I don't give a shit! Anyway let's hope Dropbear makes a good case for us."

"Actually-"
Clown decides to speak up.
"I doubt that. We did kill a few of their comrades. It's unlikely they'll let us go. I propose an alternate solution. We break out. And try to find a cure for your... condition before killing the revolutionaries."

>I'm tired. Just let me sleep...
>Good idea Clown! But how do we do that?
>Other?

>>5267314
>Good idea Clown! But how do we do that?

>>5267314
>Good idea Clown! But how do we do that?

>>5267314
>>Other?
>"MY PENIS IS GOOOOONE! WAAAAH!"

>>5267314
>Good idea Clown! But how do we do that?

>And then we kill them all
Aw Lyda, you've grown so far since we first met you. Absolutely adorable

>>5267314
>>Good idea Clown! But how do we do that?

Positive reinforcement

>>5267323
That... was Pepe

>>5267314
>Good idea Clown! But how do we do that?

>Good idea Clown! But how do we do that?

>>5267314
>>I'm tired. Just let me sleep...

I wonder if anyone in the R.A. figured out what set Silver off in the first place.

If not we really should call them out on their bullshit before we bail. And possibly hit this place with an ESCATON VOICE for good measure time permitting.

>>5267332
None of them really know Silver so I doubt it.

Rolled 3, 4, 10 - 25 = -8 (3d10 - 25)

>>5267326
Rolling for anon's reading comprehension

>>5267314
>Good idea Clown! But how do we do that?

>>5267326
Shut up sober me, you have no power here.

>>5267335
I mean BIG NEWS basically published his entire life story (unless I'm remembering that part wrong?) and it's not like Silver hides how he feels about slavers.

Time for Clown to save the day
>writing

"Yeah! Good idea Clown! But how do we do tha-"

Way before you could finish Pepe is already working on breaking out of the binds. Her restraints are nowhere nearly as bad as yours since she does not have a devil fruit. Her hands are simply cuffed to the wall. Cracking sounds can be heard coming from her hand and she simply pulls it out of the cuff. But the end result is not pretty to look at. Her right hand is a mangled mess with every finger being dislocated. Thankfully she can easily pop them back in place. But it must be quite painful. She hides her discomfort well. With one free hand she reaches into her hair and pulls out a hairpin with which she unlocks her other cuff before moving onto everyone else.

"How did you do that?"

"Body contortion. If a person is good at it they could curl up and fit into a beach ball. Now hold still. I'm opening your locks."

She unlocks Hagetaka, Ann, Marcella and Lyda before freeing you as well. Then you knock out the guards stationed there before searching for the boys.
"How did they fit Tiny in here?"

"They didn't. The giant is outside. Unfortunately we'll have to leave him momentarily. We can't hide him easily. But once we killed the revolutionaries we can free him."

You nod and proceed with the rescue operation. Funnily enough by the time you got there Gu already melted through his bindings and freed the others so it was smooth sailing from there. Trying to be as sneaky as possible for as long as possible you sneak your way out. Unfortunately right around the time you manage to take a step outside someone sounds the alarms. They found out you broke out. Welp. Time to run.

Making a break for it you run until you're sure nobody can see you and take your chances at hiding in an abandoned home. Must've belonged to one of the people they drove out from the island as it looks like it was recently raided. Everyone feels a bit tired so you all sit down and get some rest. Ann lets out a sigh.
"How did we end up here? Like, what happened? We're supposed to be the big scary pirates, no?"

"I'll tell you what happened? Fucking Dingus went off half-cocked again! That's what happened! And if that's not enough SOMEHOW even HE has bigger TITS than I do! What is this bullshit?! Is God such a fucking asshole that he's giving HIM what He took from ME?!"

"Ah. You're just mad about that... Though it is a bit insane, I do agree."

Meanwhile you scurry up to your wife and hug her as you feel needy.
"Nuuutmeeeg! They took my weener! And I broke my nails! I can't believe this! Why are they so mean to me?!"

She's too flustered to give you the comfort you desire.
"I-I did not sign up for this! Easy heart! Easy! Calm down! We don't like that!"

But Stitches pries you away from her.
"Calm down Silver. You're hysterical. Come. I'll give you an examination. Figure out what's wrong."

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>>5267380
>I'll give you an examination

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>>5267388
You put that horny away or so help me

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"So doc? What's wrong with him?"
Jaws asks once you're back from that ten minute physical exam.

"C-Cold. So cold!"

"Basically? Nothing. As far as I can tell he has been fully turned into a woman. He's simply struggling to adjust to his new body as well as his hormone balance."

"What? You mean he's... fully equipped?"

"Can't say for sure. But it looks like it."

"So.... what do we do about it? Do we wait it out until he gets better?"

"N-No William. He can't get better. His body is female now. He can not produce male hormones, at least not enough to undo whatever was done to him. And even if he could I don't think it would help. You can't change a persons gender by pumping them full of hormones. I tried. This is the effect of a Devil Fruit. Not something easy to undo."

"So we kill them and get Silver back! Easy!"

"I'm... afraid not. I fear even if he died Silver may not return to how he was. Unless that Ivankov person undoes it personally. If I correctly understand how Devil Fruits work then if it simply magically turned someone into a woman, it'd be fine. But he produces hormones which cause the change. The change in sex is a byproduct of the effect, not the effect itself. Meaning it's permanent."

Suddenly you hear laughter coming from the room. And it does not belong to any of you.
"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! It's refreshing to see that one of you knows what they are doing."
Sand blows in through the cracks of the room and it swiftly forms into a person.
"But after that sorry performance I'm afraid not even this will save you."

"CHOCOLATE!"

"It's Crocodile."

"I don't care Coco Jumbo! What are you doing here?!"

"We should be asking you the same thing."
The door that Crocodile passed through opens, revealing his right hand man, Daz Bones.

"Oh. We were just in the neighborhood when we heard the island was taken over. Normally I wouldn't care about what the Revolutionary Army does. But I heard Ivankov was here. So I came to pay him a visit. And say goodbye. Forever. Then you showed up and did your usual Elephant in the Chinashop routine, ruining my chance at killing him. Thanks for that. But at least you made up for it by making me laugh!"

"Not funny!"

"Oh but it is! Nice body."

"GRRRRR!"

"Anyway, your doctor is correct in her assumptions. Ivankovs ability is the only one that can change a persons gender and persists even after the users death. So unless you manage to get him to undo the curse, you are stuck like that for the rest of your life."
Crocodile then takes out a cigar and lights it.
"So... I have a proposition for you-"

>>5267380
>"Calm down Silver. You're hysterical.
What? no thats Pepe's job.

And that is where I'm ending things off for now because you guys successfully yeeted all my plans out the window. So now I'll have to think things through.
I'll try to make a little omake that I wanted to include but it'd take way too long to write it now. I may not be able to do it tomorrow but Monday is likely.
Anyway I hope you enjoyed yourselves. Have a good night

>>5267401
Thanks for the run Spooky

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>>5267396
>"So... I have a proposition for you-"
Well isn't he forward?

>>5267401
Will Silver accept Crocodildo's love? Will Nutmeg's heart stop going doki doki? Can I-wank-off be convinced to give back the balls he has stolen? Find out next time on DRAG I mean, One Piece.

Party on dude.

>>5267401
How dare you try to knock us up with Crocodile. You strange man.

>>5267396
hey i have an idea lydia can change devil fruits if two people agree we could look for someone who wants to be a woman to change genders this should be easier than changing a devil fruit or souls that she has already done.

also to fight better we could change silver's new breasts and butt for marci since she is complaining that silver is better equipped than her

>>5268031
>Silver gives his boobs to Marci
>turnsback to man
>his chest is now concave and he fucking dies
Naruhodo

>>5268031
The first part sounds good and we should definitely discuss it with Stitches.
>>5268166
Is this why you brought Croco-boy into this? Are we his once chance to be a woman again?

>>5268166
So the change in value remains regardless of other magical changes, hmmm.

A couple minutes before the arrival of Crocodile:
"Guys! Remember when you said to be careful when I go to the bathroom? You won't believe what happened! I peed myself!"

The entire crew let out a disgruntled groan all at once.
"We told you! WE FUCKING TOLD YOU that you that girls can't pee standing up!"

"I thought it was a skill issue."

"NO!"

Feeling offended Silver sits down next to Will and pull him in for a hug.
"Oh Will! Why is everyone mean to me? WAAAAAH!"

"Gah! S-Silver! Can't breathe!"

"OH NOOOO! You poor baby! I'm so sorry! Let me kiss your booboo-"

"NO!"
After managing to pry himself away from the terrifying woman William cleaned himself off.
"Jeez. Something's really wrong with you. We need to get you fixed and fast! Don't want to live with a crazy, overbearing big sister."

"Oh great. I'm becoming Mary... Will, if I start dressing like her I order you to shoot me! I WON'T be seen wearing white! It doesn't match with my eye!"

"Wow. You really are a girl now. Hmmmm. Too much of a girl... Are you playing this up? This better not be a bit."
Silver swore on his name that he isn't. Words simply escape his mouth on their own. This gets Will thinking and glancing at his feminine captain. Then he starts mumbling to himself.
"Hmmmmm. Nah he was wearing those when he was a dude. Ugh. Buuuut-"
He beckons Silver to lean in closer and he starts whispering in his ear.
"Hey Silver! Are your boobs real?"

"WHAT?!"

"Come ooon! Just be real with me here! Can I touch them? Just once?! Please! You're my first real chance of getting some tiddies! Help me out here!"

"If you want it so bad why not just ask the girls to let you do that?"

"Are you crazy? Mom would beat my ass for it, Lyda would saw my arms to my side, I don't even wanna THINK what Marcy would do and Hagetaka would say I have to beat her for it! But you understand! Come on! You gotta help your little bro out! Just one time? Just an itty bitty touch. Maybe a honk or two."

"What about Clown?"

"What ABOUT Clown? I don't know her well enough."

"Hnnng. Alright! Fine! Just do it quickly. Don't want anyone see me do it. Those harlots are probably calling me a skank behind my back already!"

Turning so he faces away from everyone you allow Will to do his lecherous business. He got ready for not even he knew what was about to happen and he most certainly did not expect these results. It was nothing. A meek touch and a few cautious squeezes later they looked at each other in confusion.
"I-Is that it? This is so disappointing! I don't get it."

"Don't get what?"

"Everyone always talks about it like it's such a big deal. I thought I'd feel something special but no. Is it supposed to be like this?"

"No, definitely not."
Silver started thinking real hard about the problem before smacking his fist into his palm.
"Oh! I know! We're missing something! You see I happen to be an expert on the subject!"

"No you're not. I'm pretty sure we touched the same number of tiddies."

"Shush! The problem is here!"
Silver pointed at his chest.

"Your boobs are wrong?"

"NO! It's what's under the boobs! The heart! Actually it's also what's under yours too!"
Will does not get it.
"Hnnnng. How do I explain it? Look at it! What is this? Meat and fat. And some skin. You touch that every time you eat! But what you can't touch is someones heart! Because if you do they die. So what you do is you get to know someone until you know what their heart is like! Then if you touch their chest after that it will feel special and make your heart go badum badum!"

Will scowls like you just insulted his ancestors.
"I bet you're just making stuff up to sound smart."

"Hmph. If that's what you think-"
Silver shoves Will off and gets up.
"I'll go over to my wife! See ya!"

And that be my attempt at having Silver explain what love is in his own worlds
If y'all got a better one feel free to post it

Also, next session on Wednesday

>>5270186
Great Omake, I like the drawn parallels with Mary, and the implication that Silver is just like this without his very few filters.

>>5267396
alot of animals species usually the female is larger and tougher

"Listen up Coconut!"

"Is he doing that on purpose?"

"Yes."
"Yes."
"Yes."

"I don't care! I don't need your help and I'm gonna fix this my way!"

"Oh but you do Cavaliere. You do. The prison break after the stunt you pulled undoubtedly put Ivankov on edge. He won't be caught off guard again. And if you thought fighting one commander was tough you should see what fighting two is like, alongside several officers."

Murray raises his hand and cuts Crocodile off.
"Alright. You made your case. But one thing is still unclear. Why do you want to help us?"

"Like I said. I want Ivankov dead even more than you do."
He raises his hooked hand and grins.
"You see there is a debt between us. And I'd like to take care of it. And if I can get you fools to take care of him that's a win for me. But now that I've satisfied your curiosity, surely you won't object to doing the same. Why attack Ivankov like that? He done something to you?"

You cross your arms.
"I'm not a fan of people parading others around in chains."

"Ah yes. I heard of your distatse of slavery. Supposedly that was the whole reason for the Sabaody Fiasco."
He takes hold of his cigar and takes a large hit before exhaling with great vigor.
"And that's why you're still just a greenhorn."

"You wanna go?!"

"You're impulsive and have no discipline. Makes you not only predictable but also makes you prone for making a mistake. Did you even entertain the thought why a Revolutionary, someone who opposes the Celestial Dragons and all they stand for would even resort to slavery? Or did you jump the gun and strike first, without asking any questions?"

"No!"

"Of course. Well. I suppose I might as well tell you. Don't take it the wrong way. I'm not protecting Ivankov. Just pointing out how foolish you are. Being in chains was their punishment for the crimes they committed. The Okama King is usually non-confrontational and prefers to work from the shadows. There are two reasons that could make him act out in the open like that. First is Dragon, the Revolutionary. The other are his subjects. That is to say, all okamas."

"Get to the point!"

"Gladly. The reason why Ivankov was so eager to mete out punishment like that was that the locals weren't exactly known to treat the okama lightly. On most islands they are viewed with revulsion or contempt. On some they actively discriminate against them. Very few islands treat them fairly. But here? They were hunted for sport. They were viewed as less than human so you could do anything to them without being punished. Hell, in high society it was encouraged. And believe me, they did things far more egregious to them than getting chained up and publicly mocked."

"So?"

Crocodile looks directly in your eyes. You're not sure what he's thinking right now. He masks his emotions rather well.
"Do you really not care?"

"I'm still gonna beat him up!"

"Naturally. But I'm asking if you truly don't care about his motives. He was inarguably doing that to people who deserved far worse punishment for their crimes. Do his motives not matter to you at all?"

>Nope
>Well revenge is a good reason. But I'm still kicking his butt!
>Other?

>>5272304
>Nope
If he wanted them revenge, he should have killed them and maybe burned the place down for good measure.
Being just as bad doesn't make him right, it just makes him one of them.

>>5272304
>>Well revenge is a good reason. But I'm still kicking his butt!

>>5272304
>Then he should've killed them, plain and simple. Slavers are all the same regardless of banners

>>5272304
>>Nope
Shut up Chocophile. He wouldn't get it cause he's a dweeb.

>>5272317
>Support

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>>5272317
Support

>>5272317
>>support

>only 1 person voted to maybe understand where he is coming from
Oof. Do you guys know what you just did?

>writing

>>5272377
We don't compromise on our "morals".

>>5272377
Silver is a very nuanced man, except when it comes to Slavery. There is /no/ excusable reason for Slavery, end of.

>>5272377
Being a stubborn, somewhat childish, violent bastard whose currently nursing a grudge and thus digs in his heels even more then usual?

>>5272377
Told Croquetdilf to stop talking nonsense?

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"No. If he had a problem he should've killed them. Plain and simple. Slavers are all the same."

Crocodile grins.
"This is what I like about you Cavalier. You are much more... reasonable than the rest of your generation! Good. Good. Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! Then I think we'll get along swimmingly!"

"Hold your ponies Chocophile! I'm not doing jack until you tell me what you're planning in that greasy head of yours!"

"Very well. Daz."
He looks at his subordinate who fetches him a chair which he can sit on. With a devil may care attitude he crosses his legs and arms as he starts explaining his plan to you.
"Basically as things stand right now you got next to no chance of beating Ivankov. Even if you were to rematch him in a prime condition he simply has too many people around him now, which includes many officers and another commander of the revolutionary army. Now usually I wouldn't consider them much of a threat. But commanders are a cut above the rest. They deserve to be taken seriously. So my proposition is as follows. I'll create a diversion for you. One that the revolutionaries won't be able to resist. Once I divert their attention you'll be free to go in and focus your efforts on Ivankov himself."

Marcella quickly steps up as soon as Crocodile finishes and shows off her No.1 Bitch act.
"Oh yeah? You talk a whole lot of shit for some fucker who was just sitting idly and not doing anything! If you had any BALLS you would've attacked that stupid Okama once he was battered by Silver! So no! I don't buy any of this shit! You're just some coward who wants US to do his dirty work for him! Distraction, my ass! This idiot here is the most distracting thing in the world! And we work for him! You think you can out clown the circus? Fat chance!"

"Cavalier. I certainly hope you can keep your people on a tight leash. I'm kind enough to do the same so I expect you to follow suit. Now as to why I don't do it myself is simple. Ivankov is familiar with my abilities. And he's smart enough to make a run for it once it becomes apparent that he's loosing. It's not him that's the problem. It's all of them together. Rest assured neither of us can stand up to two Commanders and their entire entourage on our own. Divide and Conquer is our best option. So what do you say? A clean shot at Ivankov. That is my offer. And all I ask for in turn is that you kill him. A thing you were already going to do. I just need your word for it. It's practically free."

He extends his hand expectantly.

>Deal
>No deal. I'm no weenie. I don't need help!
>Other?

>>5272421
>Deal

>Deal

>>5272421
Nah I ain't buyin this.

Like seriously what diversion could he possibly do that would get the R.A.'s attention but not Ivankov's?

I got a fiver on this fucker setting us up for a mutual kill.

>>5272421
>Deal

I like your funny words Gater man.

>>5272434
I'm kinda with ya on this one. He also called us reasonable which is just the height of suspiciousness

>>5272421
>>No deal. I'm no weenie. I don't need help!
Reasonable? How fucking dare you Crumpetchild.

>>5272438
I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I know bullshit when I see it, especially when someone's trying to sell it to me as a pie.

>>5272421
>>Deal

now this is funny to me
because one half clearly sees they are being played, but the other either doesn't or doesn't care
anyway, the deal goes through
>writing

Oh and... give me 3d10 raw
best of 3, dc 18, crit 21

Rolled 6, 10, 6 = 22 (3d10)

>>5272469

Rolled 10, 9, 8 = 27 (3d10)

>>5272469
Who cares if we're being played, I want our cock back.

>>5272469
Dice+3d10

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>>5272475
And with that. You might.
I mean holy shit

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"Hmmmm. How are you going to do that?"

"Trust me. I have my ways."

"Hnnnng. Fine!"
You cross your arms.
"If you wanna help then that's fine! I want to kill that guy anyway!"

"Excellent! I'm glad we're seeing eye to eye on this one."

As you shake the hand of Croquembouche Murray steps up.
"Yeah that's all well and good. But we still have a little problem. The captain can't even walk properly as he is now. Much less fight."

"Yes."
Crocodile nods.
"That is a problem. It takes quite a bit of time until his body adjusts to the change. So I suggest you figure out something quickly. We don't know how long the revolutionaries will stay here."

"Any ideas?"
Murray looks around expectantly.
"Girls? Couldn't you... give him any pointers?"

"Mister Murray... what you're suggesting is describing someone how to breathe. I don't think it's that simple. I don't even know where to begin."
Ann starts debating things with the other girls. She suggests maybe explaining step by step how to walk like a lady would be fruitful. Marcella recommends acupuncture. Lydas idea is electrotherapy. Hagetaka thinks extreme physical exercise would help. But none of them can agree upon which one would be effective.

Finally Clown has begun fuming and she angrily stomps her leg.
"Hnnnng! Fine! I'll do it! I can't believe how useless you all are! How are you guys one of the most notorious pirate crew of the era?!"
She stomps over to the table and sets down a tone dial on the table which begins playing some music. She then comes closer to you and offers her hand.
"Take it."

"Why?"

"Do you want to kill Ivankov or an explanation? It's best we don't waste any time so I suggest the former."
Not knowing what to expect you touch her hand and she firmly grasps yours before she uses her other hand to guide yours to her shoulder. Then she grabs you by the waist.
"Don't ask any questions. Don't think. Just follow my lead."

She begins moving to the rhythm of the music and starts leading you around. Instinctively you follow her motions and before you even realize what's going on you are dancing with her.
"H-Hah! I'm doing it! Clown! I'm doing it!"

"Yeap! Now get ready. Because the music is gonna speed up in three, two, one-"

The music shifts from the slow, classical tones to something that's more up your alley. Namely disco. Clown, feeling confident in your newly regained groove, lets go of your hand and the two of you dance side by side. Before you could say "Django" you are already doing cartwheels around the room without as much as tripping over your own legs once. Going around the room once you return to Pepe and in your joy lift her up in the air. She lets a laugh slip before looking at you.
"Okay you can let me down now!"

>>5272493
Good job clown, I knew us buying you would be worth it.

>>5272493
Good thing we're a woman. Otherwise I might start to wrongfully imagine Clown is starting to not hate us enough to sell us out to the Marines. Wew.

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Easing up you allow her to get back on the ground but immediately afterwards you hug her close and hard.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

"I-It's okay champ!"
She pats you on the back, desperately gasping for air.
"Please let me breathe!"

You stop the bear hug and her bones stop crackling. The others look at you with curiosity and ask if you're feeling better now. You twirl around a few times and stretch your limbs as a test drive.
"Yeap! Looks like I just had to break it all in! But now we're back in business!"

But of all people, Crocodile is not amused.
"Really? That's all it- Fine. What's done is done. Are you feeling up to the task then Cavalier?"

"Ready as always! Let's go kick some ass!"

"Splendid. I'll get in position then. I'm giving you 30 minutes to do the same. You'll know when I start. Daz. You go and prepare our vessel for departure. I want to leave as soon as Ivankov is confirmed dead."

"Got it boss."

You quickly evacuate the house and go your separate ways. It takes quite a bit of effort to avoid being detected by the Revolutionaries that are combing through the island in search of you right now but somehow you manage to sneak up to the town square where Ivankov and Greki are. Thankfully the giant is quite easy to spot in the crowd.

"Well?! Are vyou gonna tell me where vyour friends are? Or will Vi have to turn you into a woman as well Mister Giant?"

"I'd love to see ye try, ye freak of nature. Just know that once I get out of these bindings I won't waste my time making empty threats."

What's not fortunate are the other officers you were warned about. It's Koala, her fish-man friend and of course, Sabo. The big guy himself. If your memory is any good and if he became stronger over the last two years as well, then yeah he'd be a pretty major threat.

"Hmmm. It looks like it was wise to accept Crocodiles bargain. This would be quite a hard fight normally."
Hagetaka observes.

"Yeah. But where is that stupid sandman?"

As the question leaves Williams mouth an echo can be heard ringing through the island.
"GROUND DEATH!"

The ground shakes and an ever expanding crack appears before your very eyes. The island is splitting in half. Before anyone could act on what's happening the great divide that appeared in the ground separated the two halves of the Revolutionary army. Some of the more veteran soldiers try to make it over the chasm but to their detriment a great wall of sand rises from the crevice. Those that were hit by it had most of their skin peeled off from the affected area.

"Erm. Guys? Remind me to not threaten him so readily next time."
Murray gulps.

>"Rescue Greki and get out of here. I'll handle the rest."
>"Make sure to keep the goons off me. I want to fight him one on one!"
>"Let's jump that freak! All together!"
>Other?

>>5272526
>>"Make sure to keep the goons off me. I want to fight him one on one!"
Is there any other way?
Damn, Crocodile is an actual threat. Also, jealous much?

>>5272526
>>"Make sure to keep the goons off me. I want to fight him one on one!"

>>5272526
>>"Make sure to keep the goons off me. I want to fight him one on one!"

>>5272526
>"Let's jump that freak! All together!"
I know I said we never learn, but we've been over this! After Saobaody, let our crew help us

>>5272526
>"Make sure to keep the goons off me. I want to fight him one on one!"

>>5272556
Shit you're right
>>5272526
Changing my vote to
>"Let's jump that freak! All together!"

>>5272526
>>"Let's jump that freak! All together!"

>>5272526
>"Make sure to keep the goons off me. I want to fight him one on one!"

>>5272526
>>"Let's jump that freak! All together!"
Hood rules.

Even with that one change the majority still favored splitting the party up
>writing

>>5272589
Now that I think about it, this is a missed opportunity to genderbend our crewmates, fuck.

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>>5272638

>>5272645
Just think about it carefully, from my point of view, objectively:
It would be funny

>>5272647
No you faggot, Kill yourself.

>>5272638
You wanna make Hook ever flatter then she is? Fucking cruel that is mate

>>5272650
See, I'm already having fun.

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"Okay. Make sure to keep those goons off of me. I'll handle the clown myself. Erm. Not you Clown. You're great!"

"Great. Captain goes off on his own again."

"No Hook. This is different. He took my weener. And nobody robs me! So I'll beat him to a pulp with my OWN HANDS!"

As you swoop down Ivankov is desperately trying to get a hold of the situation.
"Vyou guys! Do not go to the curtain! It will mess up your pretty faces! Damn that Croco-boy! What is he doing here? I'll have his ass for that I tell you what!"

Without any announcements or any fanfare your crew lands loud and hard. They open up by smacking the nearest Okama around. Clown even goes on to tackle that Inazuma guy that got in your way before and uses her new Axe Dials to make short work of anything the guy cuts up and throws at her. Meanwhile you crack your knuckles and strut up to Ivankov.
"Hey Bighead! Remember me?"

"You... So you decided to show your face again after running away huuuh? Well that suits me just fine. Saves me the trouble of looking for you! But tell me, did Croco-boy set you up for this? He must be sorely disappointed in your poor performance before my dear!"

"Nah. I'm here for myself! And I'm gonna kick your ass."

"So you're just a pawn then. I almost feel sorry for you. Almost."
Ivankov then looks at the giant wall of sand.
"But unfortunately I can't afford to play with you right now. It'd be embarrassing if the little sweeties had to do my work for me. So prepare yourself!"
Ivankov wags his eyelashes and they darken in color.
"Death Wink - Iron Lashes!"

The armament reinforced wink hits you head on, causing a small explosion. Before the dust settles however you start shouting.
"Tiny. Would you mind moving out of the way?"

With a grunt and a flex Greki shatters his bindings with ease and gets up. Ivankov just stares dumbly at the fact that he could've escaped any time he wished, but that's a giant for you.
"Now then-"
You start growling as you initiate your transformation. Your body swells to monstrous proportions and your blood practically begins to boil as you assume your hybrid form which is bigger and more ferocious than usual. A red glint pierces the smoke before you rush forward, fists ready and eager for some payback. You strike Ivankov in the face and send him flying into the wall of sand with such speed and strength that the flowing sand behaves more like a solid wall and the okama bounces off of it. Unlike before when he was mostly pretending to get hurt you now see blood mixing with his make-up, completely ruining it.
"Let's do this!"

>>5272647
That statement is intrinsically false. Because humor is subjective. So you cannot assert objectively that it would be funny.

I have to decline your fetish, anon.

And that's as far as we can go today. Got work tomorrow
However I'll try to get the actual hate-fucking that's about to come out on the weekend
Hope you had fun. And have a good night

>>5272662
>However I'll try to get the actual hate-fucking that's about to come out on the weekend
The catfight to end all catfights.

>>5272662
Have a good one spooky.

>>5272662
Thanks for running Spooks, and bring in Crocodile was a nice save.
He's always a treat

>>5272662
Good night spooks

>>5272662
I wait for making tranny thing die screaming.

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"Thanks again for coming with me Pepe. I really appreciate it."

"No problem. I had nothing better to do anyway. But why exactly do you need me?"

"Shopping is... well it's easier if there is a human accompanying me if you know what I'm getting at. Less suspicious looks. Less random checks by authorities. That sort of stuff."

"Uh-huh. They assume that due to your fish-man heritage you are there to steal or that you stole your belongings, is that right?"

"Pretty much. It's why I always ask for an invoice. It doesn't happen every time. But it doesn't hurt to be prepared."

"I see. You can't really fault them. You people do have a strange, alien look about you."

"Hmmm. Yes. People tend to freak out when you have scales, fins, gills and other fishy traits. But I also think it has to do with the fact that most fish-men who wander far away from the Ryugu kingdom usually do so because they are no longer welcome back home. I.e. they are criminals. Which does not help us with our reputation. Eh. I don't really hold it against them. Just goes to show how much work I have ahead of me if I want to fulfill my dream."

"Which is?"

"Coexistence. Showing both sides that they can live with the other in peace."

"Aren't you a bit overly ambitious?"

"Maybe. But if it wasn't difficult it wouldn't be worth pursuing. Gyogyogyo!"

The duo go through a few shops to purchase all the supplies they need. Lamp oil, new ropes, various different fabrics, matches, paint, lacquer and whatever else they need for their day to day activities are but a few things on their long shopping list. Even after that some special items of vital import are listed there. Omukade took it upon himself to handle the rations so that's not there. But Lyda and Greki need supplies to do their work. Supplies they can't buy themselves either due to social anxiety or being too big to fit in stores. By the end of it all Murray is carrying a way-overstuffed backpack the size of a house on his back.

"Phew. Finally. Now all we need to do is get this back to the Dauntless!"

After walking for a few minutes Pepe looks at him.
"Why are you doing the supply runs anyway? Aren't you the first-mate?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Isn't that... below your position?"

"I don't think so. Silver is the captain. He gives the commands. As the first-mate it is my job to make sure things run smoothly so we can fulfill them. Besides, who else would you trust to buy all these things and, more importantly, carry it all back?"

"Fair. None of the others seem like the ones that can be trusted with it. But you're quite loyal to Silver, aren't you?"

"That I am."

"Why? He's an imbecile. You're much more capable than him."

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As the two continue their walk they come across a man drunkenly swaying from left to right. They try to give him a wide berth but due to Murrays pack he can't move away properly and the drunkard bumps into him and falls to the ground.
"Sorry."
The fish-man says as he starts walking past him.

"EY! You got something to fucking say to me? Get back here you fucking figger!"
Murray stops as everyone on the streets starts looking at the man making a scene.
"You think you can just come here and start trouble?! We won't stand for fucking fishfucks to crawl out of the water and act like they own the place! You want a piece of me? Come fucking get it eggfucker!"

Murrays chin drops down and he starts glaring at the ground. With the mounting tension Pepe takes a step back in case a fight breaks out. But rather than resorting to violence the fish-man simply turns around.
"Sir. I'll be leaving now. I'm asking for your own sake to not pursue us and refrain from hurling further insults at me."

"Oh the seabastard is threatening me now?! You think you're so tough? I'll show you tough you stinky, slimy, filthy-"

The man stops his speech as someone grabs him by the shoulder. In the very next second he feels numbness in his head and his vision going white as his head breaks through the floor of the balcony above him, where he was just uppercutted. With a quick yank he's pulled back to the ground where he sees someones open palm. Instinctively he spits in it and he sees eight of his yellow teeth looking back at him. Dazed and massively confused he looks at the man as he tucks the not-so-pearly-whites into his front pocket. As he gets patted on the chest he faints and falls on his back.

"I see. I see. That would explain it."
Clown nods.
"So he opposes the racial discrimination of fish-men."

"What? Gyogyogyo! You're way over-thinking it Pepe! Look."

"And if you insult my friends again I won't be so nice next time!"

Pepe is confused by Silvers words.
"What?"

"Gyogyogyo. He doesn't care about things like that. He barely even understands the difference between human and fish-folk. The reason why I'd give my life for him is... well... because he'd do the same. Don't worry. I'm sure you'll get it one day. You just have to stop thinking about it too hard."

Just a little thing I made because I was bored
Session tomorrow

>>5275203
neato

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"Owie. Ow. Ouch! Oh no! My beautiful face is ruined! Oh Vi will never be able to win a beauty pageant again! NOT!"
Ivankov gets up from the ground with little more than a little bit of filth on his cheek.
"Not bad girly. Not bad! It is commendable that you got used to vyour new body so quickly! It usually takes months at least to be comfortable after the change. But vyou are just a NATURAL! Vi guess vyou really are more cut out to being a girl after all mmmfufufufufufu! BUT! The only thing THAT will change is that now Vi will clap your meaty little cheeks without holding back this time HEEEE-HAAW!"

The other okama around start tearing up at the magnificence of their regent. But his petty attempts at getting you fired up are coming across as just that. He's worried, as evident by his rising pulse and the smell of his sweat. He was not expecting you to give him a punch like that. And if you had to guess the reason why he's not looking more bruised than that is because he sneakily applied some make-up to hide his injuries.

Rather than getting fired up you put up your guard and focus your attention on Ivankov as your friends handle the other okama around you. Normally you already would've lunged at him. But things are different now. If Crocodile and Lyda are to be believed his little prank will not fade away even if he dies. So you'll need him to undo it first. Only question is... how?

>Beating him until he can't resist is pretty straightforward
>Maybe tricking him mid-fight will work
>Other?

>>5276200
>Next time you get close, unleash your voice directly into his ear canal to disorientate him
>Then just fucking batter him from every angle with shakushi
>Keep going for his nuts, maybe add a little fire this time

>>5276200
>>Maybe tricking him mid-fight will work
Be smrt about it, say thanks for giving us such a powerboost with our zoan (I'm sure that's what you had in mind) and the like... It doesn't even seem to be a lie!

>>5276206
also, normally your head is a weak point but he literally uses his head as a weapon. His body however, is tiny and soft. We need to destroy his internal organs.

>>5276200
>>Maybe tricking him mid-fight will work
Surely we have an INT boost as a woman.

>>5276200
>>Maybe tricking him mid-fight will work

Unga Boonga is all well and good, but lets use a little animal cunning.

>>5276238
I mean the image Spooks posted had some eyeliner so you might be onto something there, I don't think Silver has ever managed to draw within the lines like that before.

>>5276200
>Maybe tricking him mid-fight will work

>>5276200
>Maybe tricking him mid-fight will work

Some tricky dicky action is coming right up
>writing

Now let's see how smort Silver is with all that extra estrogen swimming in there
3d10+3, best of 3, dc 17, crit 23

>>5276244

Rolled 1, 5, 7 + 3 = 16 (3d10 + 3)

>>5276308
Let's gooo

Rolled 6, 2, 10 = 18 (3d10)

>>5276308

Rolled 1, 10, 3 + 3 = 17 (3d10 + 3)

>>5276308

>>5276244
Well I was about to say something clever to that but apparently drawing within the lines is the extent of Silvers big brain boost

>>5276327
We're smarter than the average bitch, but that's about it boss.

Rolled 5, 4, 6 + 3 = 18 (3d10 + 3)

>>5276308
It's a good thing Foxy missed this post with that slow slow thing.

>>5276327
Captain "I'm not a brainlet, my heads just empty of useless knowledge." Silver

So how does Silver feel about being able to produce his own milk now?

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You start thinking. The girls always say such smart things. Maybe you can do some of that good thinking now too! But nope. The ridges of your brain twist and turn as they try to come up with a brilliant plan to deal with the Okama but your noggin comes up short. Ah well. Can't win 'em all.

However as you're doing the big thinkin' Ivankov starts shouting at you.
"HNNNNNG! HOW DARE YOU IGNORE ME?! Vyou think vyou are better than me? Well if you won't come to me then I'll just come to you! HEE-HAW!"

It seems that Ivankov mistook your indecisiveness as caution. Not really something you planned for but you won't complain. He does the thing again where his nails grow out and he starts barraging you with several stabs. But unlike before, this time you can reasonable dodge them. A few attacks still strike you but they only graze you at best. With each hit he gets emboldened and increases the ferocity of his attacks, going in deeper, faster and stronger. When he's practically in your face you grin. The bait worked.
"Silver Style: Dizzy Song!"

With a deep breath you unleash a howl so loud and powerful it kicks some dust off the ground. Ivankovs assault stops as he's forced to cover his ears which are undoubtedly ringing now. He can barely open his eyes to look at you but when he does he sees you disappear and he can feel you kicking him in the side. Due to the residual effect of almost having his eardrums blown out his movements are sluggish and he can't keep up as you circle around him and hit him in the back. You repeat the motion a few times until he's forced to use his most favored attack.
"Death Wink!"

You jump back and out of the way of the blast as Ivankov tries to regain his posture. He looks positively flabbergasted as to how you're capable of outperforming him like that. A devilish idea pops into your mind.
"YAAAWN!"

"W-What?"

"Hmmm? Sorry. I'm just so bored. Without feeling all weird and stuff this is too easy."

"What did you just say?"
You see his eyes getting bloodshot even through all that eyeshadow he's using.

"I said I'm bored. Remember when you turned into a girl and kicked my butt? That's how I'm feeling now. Not even trying and still winning. I'm used to better stuff. If you turned into a girl now I'd destroy you. No offense."

"You... cocky little- HNNNNG! Do you know who Vi am? I can dance with admirals you little pup! You think you're a better woman than me now? Oh we'll see about that! Emporio Hormone Cocktail!"
He injects himself with god only knows what kind of a devilish mix of various hormones but their effect becomes very noticeable. Not only does he turn into a woman but his body miraculously recovers from the injuries and he seems full of vigor again.
"Mmmfufufufu. I hope you are prepared for Hell girlie. Because you just awakened the sleeping cougar within me! And I play rough with my food!"

>>5276357
Does he know where milk comes from. Or is it just milk comes out of a carton for him.

>>5276357
SHHHHHHHH! Be quiet or he'll hear that milk comes from boobs!

>>5276363
For the sake of the warcrime tribunals sanity, do not open this little Pandoras box. Please.

>>5276374
Begun, the Titty Wars have.

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"Then let's dance! HEY CLOWN! MUSIC PLEASE!"
You shout into the crowd at full volume and your beloved musician groans.

"Ugh. Really. NOW? Fine!"

She activates her Tone Dial just as Ivankov is about to attack you.
"Red Voice!"

Your movements become fluid like water and you flow out of the way of his attacks. No matter what he tries or which direction he attacks from you seem to have a perfect, immediate response to it. To all onlookers it looks like you are dancing out of her way, which makes Ivankov furious.
"Vyou think you're more graceful than me? Vi'll have you know that Vi am the definition of grace! Vi've won the Most Graceful Okama award fifteen times in a row!"

"Don't care. You can be the most graceful boygirl in the world. But I am the most graceful on the island!"

"HNNNNG! STOP MOVING ALREADY!"

"Okay."
Reverting to human form, stopping your movement, dropping your guard and grabbing the back of your head with both arms you bare your abs for the whole world to see and give Ivankov a clean shot at them. After the first stab his nails shatter on impact. He gasps from the shock and withdraws the other ones before they could break as well.
"Well? I'm right here! Give me your best shot!"

Ivankov licks his lips and approaches you with his Okama Kenpo stance ready and begins pounding away at your gut like there is no tomorrow. It hurts. It actually hurts a lot. But you bear with it because the most painful part of the whole thing is him going "ATATATATATA" as he's going to town on you. He finishes with a double palm thrust which makes you slide back. Standing there he realizes that even with that finisher hitting you cleanly it did not even manage to break your posture.
"What?"

"Haaaah. Yeap! Not enough oomph! Guess I'm the faster AND the stronger woman after all!"
You grin. But were it not for your organs being coated in armament you are sure that would've left a mark.

"Fine. I am not above admitting defeat. You are stronger as a woman than I am. I'll just have to beat you the normal way!"
His nails grow out and he stabs himself. But he gets confused when he does not start changing into a man so he looks down.
"EEEEEEH?!"
His nails have not struck him. Instead they pierced the flesh of a tiny little bat that flew at him when he began the injection process.
"Wait! Waitwaitwait-"

You punch him in the face as soon as you're done reverting to your original form and he flies far away from you.
"Ah. Much better! Now then... let's end this for real!"

>Beat him until he goes unconscious
>Time to crank up the violence and disregard collateral damage!
>"If you surrender now I may go easy on you!"
>Other?

>>5276405
>>Time to crank up the violence and disregard collateral damage!

>>5276405
>>Time to crank up the violence and disregard collateral damage!

>>5276405
>Beat him until he goes unconscious

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>>5276405
>>Beat him until he goes unconscious
>"You were only sorta playing Slaver for a bit so I'm only going to sorta kill you."

>>5276405
>Time to crank up the violence and disregard collateral damage!

Do you think we should ever tell him *why* we're doing this? Imagine the scene, Silver is being Silver and enjoying himself while making the local construction companies very wealthy, Ivankov asks why the fuck we're doing this, think of the casualties etc etc and so Silver tilts his head slightly and asks "Why should I protect slavers?" And then the ball is in the rebels court for trying to justify themselves or start running.

>>5276405
>>Time to crank up the violence and disregard collateral damage!

>>5276405
>Time to crank up the violence and disregard collateral damage!

ITS TIME TO GIVE DIVINE JUDGEMENT UPON YOU

>>5276405
>Time to crank up the violence and disregard collateral damage!

Operation: Maximum Fuck is about to commence

>writing

now hopefully this will be the last one
3d10+3 best of 3, dc 20, crit 25

>>5276417
Well even if he did the Revolutionaries, and especially Ivankov, would have no clue what the fuck he is talking about. Because to them it was perfectly justified. They are the heroes and they punished bad people.

Really their only mistake is that they dared to exist and express their opinion in Silvers reality

Rolled 1, 1, 8 + 3 = 13 (3d10 + 3)

>>5276477

Rolled 9, 1, 2 + 3 = 15 (3d10 + 3)

>>5276477

Rolled 4, 6, 6 + 3 = 19 (3d10 + 3)

>>5276477

Holy shit this is bad...
erm...
whoops?

>>5276486
Dice are biased towards Okama.
What else is there to say-

Rolled 1, 6, 9 = 16 (3d10)

>>5276486
dammit so close

>>5276486
The violence has betrayed us.

>>5276486
Did we somehow fuck up and break the island, cause this sounds like we fucked up and broke the island.

Rolled 5, 3, 4 = 12 (3d10)

>>5276486
We burned all our luck on Katakuri. Or maybe we should have stayed a woman.

>>5276486
The fetish gods are furious

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"W-W-W-W-W-W-W-Wait just a moment!"
Ivankov protests.
"T-There's no need to go through with this, right? Right?! I'm sure we can talk things through like civilized people. Right?"

"Nah."
You crack your knuckles.
"Sorry. I was gonna hurt you once very badly for slaving. But then you just had to go ahead and resist! Then you messed with my body which I did not like. Not one bit. So sorry, not sorry. Imma kill you now!"

"...EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH?!"
Ivankovs tongue flies out of his mouth and his eyes bulge from the shock.
"SLAVING?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!"

"Those people. In the chains. Remember?"

"SLAVING?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT OR WHO THOSE PEOPLE WERE?! They were the scum of the earth! They were treating my Okama lovelies like a, like a bunch of animals! They were hunted down for sport! You have SYMPATHY for fiends like that?!"

"Nah. I just hate those who put others in chains. Shoulda just killed them. Speaking of which. Less talking, more dying."
With your left hand you grab your shoulder as you give it a few twists to limber up before initiating your transformation. A devious idea pops in your mind as you think of ways to dispose of this horrible man. You decide on combining two of your forms. Melchahim and Dumahim. Your arms swell greatly and a flame sprouts from the hairy palms which you clench down on. And begin channeling your armament into it in preparation for the Silver Voice.
"Alright! Prepare yourself! Silver Style-"

You wind up and Ivankov begins to beg.
"Oh God! Please save me so I may continue to serve Dragon! I serve I shall become celibate! For at least a week!"

"SO LONG! TYRANT-"
You deliver an uppercut to Ivankovs gut with your right arm and send him into the sky as your left arm opens up. The metal spike, fully charged with armament flies out as Ivankov falls in position.
"-SCREAM!"

A great vortex if heavy flame shoots out, propelled by the bunker buster in your arm. The strength and heat of a volcanic eruption shoots out in a straight line... right past Ivankov. Snot starts drooping from your nose as reality sets in.
"I missed."

>>5276564
goddamit we just accidentlyed an island